When Zheng Ming woke up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment again.

He was awakened by the hospital's peculiar disinfectant and the faint smell of medicine. A feeling as if looking directly at the sun for a long time made him unable to see his surroundings clearly when he had just opened his eyes. Still, he could feel the infusion tube that was tied to his wrist to restrict his movements, and the touch coming from the oxygen mask from his mouth and nose.

With difficulty, he opened the quilt on his body that seemed to weigh as much as gold, and with a blurred vision, he tore off the infusion tube and oxygen mask that hindered his movement, and Zheng Ming sat up with his back against the pillow.

He felt as if his body was being filled with lead, like a naughty boy who ignored the instructions of his brain.

To be honest, it had been a long time since he had felt the feeling of not being able to completely control his body. Even when he first arrived in Star Landing City, his physical strength was not as weak and exhausted as he was at this time.

He tried to change the way he breathed according to his cultivation method, but found that there was not the slightest trace of the presence of the original Qi in the air around him. If it seems to outsiders, Zheng Ming seems to be deliberately unable to get along with himself, abusing his respiratory system at a frequency that even onlookers feel uncomfortable.

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Finally, Zheng Ming, who was angry, gave up this attempt after coughing again and again. It was also at this time that the blurred vision was gradually recovering.

"There's no smart assistance interface."

After muttering in a low voice, Zheng Ming looked down at his outfit.

It was a pale green hospital gown, with a snow-white single bed and bedside equipment, Zheng Ming was finally convinced of the fact that he was in a modern hospital.

There are no equipment beyond imagination, and it looks more like a ward in a previous life.

While thinking about it, Zheng Ming found a pale and thin chest looming from the loose hospital gown.

"Huh?"

Seeing the remaining tiny pinholes near his chest and abdomen, Zheng Ming's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly touched the quilt on the side.

"Sure enough......"

The snow-white quilt covering his body was lifted again, and Zheng Ming touched his chin thoughtfully, as he expected, the soft and warm touch was exactly the same as what he felt when he couldn't move before.

"Sure enough, it wasn't a dream at first. Someone did give me a shot when I couldn't open my eyes. Can...... What about the tormented temple of souls? All this is a fantasy similar to the mental power assessment? ”

Zheng Ming, who was sitting alone on the hospital bed and muttering to himself, his eyebrows were tightly frowned together, and almost became Sichuan characters.

"The body is weak, almost no different from the weak ordinary people. I can't feel the clone and spiritual power, and the original Qi, blood Qi, and demon Qi also cease to exist. I've become a helpless ordinary person? If it's just a fantasy like a dream, it makes sense. ”

While thinking alone, my vision finally returned to clarity. Zheng Ming also began to look at where he was.

As he had guessed before, this was the ward. It looked like there was only one bed in the room where he was.

"Single room? It's more like a private sanatorium than a consultation room in a regular hospital. ”

Muttering to himself, Zheng Ming got up and left the hospital bed.

This is a room with a total area of about a few tens of square meters, and there is a separate bathroom at the entrance. It seems that it is not used very often, and there are no furnishings in the room, except for the hospital bed, the surrounding equipment, and the bidet toilet in the bathroom.

It can be seen that although it is not used, it is often cleaned by people. After considering the fact that even the corners were spotless, Zheng Ming thought to himself that if he hadn't just cleaned before he woke up, then the frequency of cleaning should be very frequent.

Whether it's a bathroom or a patient room, all four walls and floors are made of a white cushioning material. There is a soft feeling when you step on it, and it is very comfortable.

The ceiling is inlaid with light tubes, which gives the soft light that looks like daytime. Zheng Ming carefully searched the corners of the room, and soon found something that seemed to be a monitor. Cameras cover every aspect of the room, except for the bathroom with a small space that is a blind spot.

It is estimated that Wu Tianhao, who is missing a string in his brain, can feel a little strange when he sees this. What's more, Zheng Ming's IQ is still normal.

"Heh, what the hell is this place? This kind of room structure and plastic products that can't even be seen in normal metal products can't be used in the intensive care unit of the mentally ill, right? What about entering the Starland public area? It's really weird everywhere. ”

Thinking like this, Zheng Ming's heart was faintly uneasy. As he pondered his situation, there was a sound of metal grinding, and a square window two fingers wide opened on the closed door of the ward. A pair of dark and deep eyes appeared behind the window.

The owner of the pair of black pupils stared at Zheng Ming so straightly, and Zheng Ming also looked at him with Ta's gaze.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Just when Zheng Ming's scalp was slightly numb from being stared at by those creepy godless black eyes, and his face became more and more pale, the pupil moved away from the peep on the door.

Immediately after that, a dry and hoarse, as if a demon whispered, came through the gap the size of half a palm and floated into Zheng Ming's ears.

"Zheng Ming?"

Without enough information to understand the situation, any move could reveal your own information, and you have no intention of giving up the initiative to dominate the pace of the conversation. That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

The man outside the door didn't care when he saw that Zheng Ming was silent, but just muttered in a low voice. happened to be captured by Zheng Ming.

“…… Dementia? It's no wonder, after all, I've been in a coma for so long for no reason. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Zheng Ming's sudden calm question stunned the people outside the door, and he leaned over to the visitor's mouth again to look at Zheng Ming, as if he was so troublesome, and left in a hurry after leaving a sentence.

"You wait, I'll find someone to open the door."

Zheng Ming stood quietly and listened attentively, and only after confirming that the footsteps were indeed far away, did he walk to the door.

It can be seen that this is a large iron gate that is a full two meters high, and because it was also wrapped with white cushioning material before, Zheng Ming didn't pay much attention to it. Looking closer now, you can see a metallic sheen looming near the lookout.

Zheng Ming frowned, looked at the door in front of him, which didn't even have a doorknob, and tried to open it with brute force.

Shoulder hits, kicks, thrashes, flying kicks.

The gate didn't move at all, and Zheng Ming was tired and panting. And all he did was make the door make a low, dull sound.

Soon, Zheng Ming realized that with his current strength and the situation of not having any tools, he couldn't help the door in front of him at all.

Thinking of this, he was relieved, his expression returned to calm, turned around and walked to the bedside, waiting for the upcoming variables.

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