The body is good, and the piece of metal fits perfectly with my ribs, leaving no after-effects. When I returned to the county hospital for a follow-up, dozens of doctors were clustered around the stool I was sitting on, all pointing to the piece that had been hung up by the attending doctor, all of them dumbfounded.

"Guo Qian, you are really iron-clad!" said the old doctor, "I have been practicing medicine for forty years, and I have never seen such a strong body. ”

"No, no, no, he's amazingly resilient, he shouldn't have grown well, it's all right. A slightly younger doctor approached him and disagreed with what the old doctor said, "You can see that his bones are denser than they used to be, and his musculature, which I heard the report has become thicker and more elastic." ”

"His eyesight is also better than before – of course, it can't be ruled out that the previous visual fatigue has been reduced. ”

The doctors talked and finally came to the conclusion that I was Superman. As a result, the attending doctor took off the film and tried to put it up for me, and when he found that I had slipped to the door.

"Wait. The attending physician said.

"Wait. Dozens of doctors said.

Many white coats danced in unison, and all the doctors scrambled to the narrow wood-framed door, and no one could squeeze out. I waved to them, said thank you, and ran away.

"He's been able to run so well!" exclaimed one of the doctors.

"Blah blah blah ······"

I don't care about them anymore, and I don't even want to step through the door of the county hospital again for the rest of my life. I've been around long enough. Think about this little half a year, more than half of them have been read here, and half of them are unconscious. Of course, I am most grateful to these lovely doctors, after all, they have pulled me back from the death line again and again, so that I can continue to grow and continue to be strong.

"Don't be overjoyed in the Lord. Lian Po's voice suddenly sounded, "Zilong's soul blood has completely fused with the lord's yang blood, and now the lord's physique has changed. On the one hand, the muscles, bones, and organs of the Lord will be stronger, and they may gradually have the strength of low-level martial souls, and on the other hand, the Yang veins on the Lord are drying up day by day, and there is no sign of slowing down yet. ”

"Yang veins are depleted······ What will happen······ I remember that when I was in Wenshan before, my yang veins were almost exhausted. ”

"This time it's going to be more serious. He said, "Last time, the main body was just running out of yang energy, but it didn't move at all, and that vein was there, and it couldn't be easily broken." Now the Lord is fused with the blood of the martial soul, the yin is prosperous and the yang is declining, and there will be a day when it will turn into pure yin. How does the Lord see me and Zilong?"

"You and Zilong, probably ······ Coming out during the day will be weaker, is there anything else. ”

"The General's Mansion where Zilong and I live is born of the blood of the Lord. Even though we were in battle, we still had a strong connection with the Lord, so we were able to stand under the daylight. But once the Lord turns into a pure yin body, the General's Mansion will definitely fall, and Zilong and I have to be outside all the time. ”

"The General's Mansion is in ruins, then am I still your lord?"

"Of course. I could hear Lian Po laughing, "Po said this, just to remind the Lord to pay attention to the loss of yang energy. We can't fix it, we can only postpone that day. ”

I also smiled: "Sooner or later, come early, adapt early." ”

Lian Po was silent and stopped talking. I don't think he wants that to happen, and so am I, and we couldn't have predicted what was going to happen until then.

Outside the hospital, there are some small stalls, next to the sidewalk in front of the hospital, selling all kinds of food to satisfy hunger. The vendors sold more mineral water and bread, and along with a few newspapers and a variety of fiction magazines. I walked in and found that there was an old man wrapped in sugar gourds. This uncle is extremely skillful, and the syrup is beautifully wrapped, which attracts many children, and it is sold cheaply. I said in my heart that Lian Po Zilong should not have eaten sugar gourds, why don't I buy three strings and eat them at home, one person and one string, how happy it should be!

The uncle turned around very quickly, handing sugar gourds in one hand and collecting money and change in the other, unless he met an old grandmother who had to count the money carefully or an aunt who chattered to her children about the disadvantages of eating sugar, and every business was settled very quickly. Finally, when it was my turn, I stretched out three fingers and said, "Three pitted sugar gourds, coated with more sugar." Uncle looked at me, blinked slyly and said:

"The young man is quite edible, but my rock sugar gourd is appetizing and does not fill the stomach, you eat three not only not full, but also open your appetite, and you will be sour and hungry for a while. ”

"I don't eat it myself. As I spoke, I felt that this uncle was a little familiar, and I seemed to have heard his voice.

"Either you eat it yourself, or three people eat it. That is certainly not enough, and it is not enough to plug between the teeth. "Uncle skillfully wrapped the freshly skewered skewers in syrup, layer after layer, wrapped in an even, viscous sugar into a coat, crystal clear, round and bright, really beautiful.

"With such a big sugar gourd, how can it not even stuff between its teeth····· Inadequate. "It suddenly occurred to me that with the huge bodies of Lian Po and Zilong, this string of sugar gourds was indeed not enough.

"Big fish don't catch small hooks. The uncle divided the three sugar gourds into three paper bags and handed them to me, "It's not enough to come again." ”

I took the paper bag, but my feet were nailed to the ground. My eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Uncle—I remember you, that day by the river, chess! Yes, yes, you are······ You are ······"

"Remember me? hehe. The uncle buttoned the pot and locked the drawer with change, "Let's go, little fish." Let me tell you something. He skillfully put away the stall, pushed himself, and walked steadily, step by step, without looking at me.

Of course I remember him. I still remember a sentence he left me before leaving, this sentence is like a twin thunder, which blew me up that day and blew me up today. That day, he talked to me by the river about the philosophy of life, and he was talking about chess on the surface, but in fact he was talking about this magnificent era, about your life and mine. When he left, he said that he was playing this game of heaven and earth chess of the martial soul generation!

Lian Po, Zilong, what should I do.

He must have known better, he was a strong man.

What should I do.

The uncle pushed the car, walking steadily, but not slowly, and after a while he had already reached the adjacent intersection, quietly waiting for the signal light to change from red to green. Looking at his back here, it is no different from an ordinary old man who sets up a stall, but this simplicity makes people believe that he must have buried many stories, and he can find one or two keys to solve puzzles for young people's doubts.

The lights are already green.

Let's go, Lianpo. Right, who knows what he's going to do when he suddenly pops out, let's go. Let's go, go back and eat sugar gourds.

Otherwise, the icing will melt.