At this time, Zuo Ling rummaged through the cabinets at home and finally found a medical kit and some other trauma medicines.

She hurried out with a large pile of things, and then ran back ten seconds later, only to find Yang already lying on the couch.

"Crooked? I didn't say a word when I came in, I thought you were dead. Zuo Ling angrily threw the medical kit on the table and said.

The magnetic factor on the "......" Yang's body has not yet begun to dissipate, so the injury has not yet recovered, and he is too lazy to take care of Zuo Ling for the time being.

At first, he thought that this girl would be a little panicked because she had just killed someone with her own hands, but now it seems that it is not the case at all.

"I'd better call an ambulance." Zuo Ling looked at Yang languid lying on the sofa and took out his mobile phone.

However, before she could start dialing, Yang stood up and dodged the phone in her hand, and lay back on the couch like a salted fish again.

"I don't need to." He shook his head and said to Zuo Ling.

"Hey, little brother, look at how much blood you've vomited yourself, and you're still thinking about holding on?" Zuo Ling looked at Yang with some annoyance.

"Who the do you call it, little brother?" Yang glanced at the other party.

"Whoever is called knows in their hearts." Zuo Ling shook his head and began to bend down to take out some medicine and bandages from the medical kit.

She looked at Yang's bloody left hand and felt pain to herself, I really don't know how this guy can keep in a good state and vomit blood all the time.

"By the way, who is that woman outside?" Zuo Ling asked at Yang.

"Ouch, my eldest sister, haven't you asked this question, I don't know, I don't know, the ghost knows who your family has offended, it's just a mess, it's all his violent tendency." Yang runs the train with his mouth full.

It looked like he was a victim.

"I only know that some people want to take something from my dad, but my dad never explained to me in detail what it was, but if I'm not mistaken, this woman has the same purpose as the previous group......" Zuo Ling speculated himself.

Yang looked at each other lightly and didn't say anything.

But in my heart, I muttered: Ha, there is nothing wrong with speculation, but the object is wrong......

"I'm also unlucky, Lao Tzu is obviously here for psychological counseling." Yang said shamelessly.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, the person sent by my father to pick me up will be here soon, as long as we arrive at the institute safely, there will be no more accidents." Zuo Ling carefully pulled Yang's left hand over and wrapped it around it with bandages and cotton.

"Roar......" Yang raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had just remembered the stubble.

Zuo Ling had mentioned before that her father had sent someone to pick her up.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Ling asked with a wink.

"Uh, nothing." Yang waved his hand.

"Speaking of which, your father never told you that some unknown people wanted to take something through him?"

"No, I'm curious myself, I asked many times when he gave me a pistol, but he just didn't mention it, and then he didn't talk about it." Zuo Ling shook his head.

Hey, poor child, don't know anything.

Yang muttered inwardly.

And at this moment, Yang suddenly felt a strange feeling.

A sense of familiarity returned.

All the wounds on his body are starting to regenerate!

The cells in all wounds began to divide at a high rate, and the internal organs that had been injured were healed at a rapid rate.

"Ahh

Zuo Ling was helping Yang's left hand wrap a bandage to stop the bleeding, she was holding Yang's palm, but suddenly found that the broken bones on the palm suddenly squirmed! This frightened her into a scream.

"I say, why do you girls make such horrible screams?" Yang complained lightly.

He slowly withdrew his left hand, although Zuo Ling put his arm on his thigh and carefully helped him wrap the bandage to make Yang feel very comfortable, but now that his regeneration ability has been restored, Yang has no reason to continue to lie down like a salted fish.

"Hey, what are you doing? I haven't figured it out yet. Zuo Ling found that after Yang withdrew his arm, he still wanted to pull him down.

But when she came back to her senses, she found that Yang had already stood up, and the original sense of decadence had completely disappeared, and she didn't look seriously injured at all.

"To be honest, I was still wondering if I could get some specific details out of you, but now it seems that you really don't know anything." Yang shook his head with some regret.

He reached out and removed the bandage that Zuo Ling had wrapped around his palm just now.

The blood-stained bandage hung to the ground.

Zuo Ling looked at Yang blankly.

She didn't quite understand the meaning of Yang's sudden words, but she was still keenly aware of something in her heart.

And just after Yang completely removed the bandage from his hand, Zuo Ling was shocked.

The metacarpal bones and phalanges on his left hand were originally a mess, basically none of the broken bones were intact, many cartilages and bones on the fist had been exposed, and the soft tissues were also blurred with flesh and blood.

But after removing the bandage again, the skin on Yang's left hand had basically healed, and his twisted bones were squirming and recovering little by little.

A tiny crackling sound filled the air.

The picture is quite eerie.

In less than ten seconds, his palm was completely restored to its original appearance.

Only some blood remains on the surface of the skin.

Yang clenched his fist in satisfaction, letting out a series of wriggling pops.

Zuo Ling was completely dumbfounded.

She had never seen anything like it.

No, I've seen it, but it's in some magic movies.

The corners of Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he touched Zuo Ling's fair cheek with his newly recovered left hand, leaned in front of her, looked at her clear pupils and said:

"To be honest, my acting skills are really very poor, but you still believe me, so theoretically I still have to say thank you to you......"

Zuo Ling's breathing became rapid.

She finally understood that Yang was the one her father said was bent on seizing something from the Institute.

It's a pity she found out too late.

"I hope you understand that it's not aimed at you."

Yang gently knocked Zuo Ling on the back of her neck, and she collapsed on the sofa.

(End of chapter)