Meng Feibai originally wanted to take this opportunity to express his opinion on the war between the Purifier and the Infected, but when he saw Gulhan's state at this time, he shrank his head and decided that he would have a chance to talk about it later.

Gurhan was keenly aware of the disapproval in Meng Feibai's eyes, and he was anxious, but he was really not very good at speaking, so he only held back one sentence for a long time:

"Remember, don't think of them as humans, or you'll regret it."

"Got it, got it."

Meng Feibai nodded solemnly, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

Night.

Meng Feibai was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with blazing eyes, constantly thinking about something in his heart.

It has been almost half a year since he first met the infected person, and in the past six months, plus the one he met today, he has encountered a total of four infected people, three of whom almost cost him his life, which also makes him fully aware of the danger of the infected person.

But what he said to Gulhan just now is indeed his own sincere words, he feels that in addition to the problem of cannibalism, there is actually no other irreconcilable contradiction between the infected and the purifier, in his eyes, the so-called infected are just a strange disease that will die if they don't eat people, if this is solved, then they will not be so harmful to human beings, on the contrary, their existence is actually beneficial to the evolution of human beings.

He also knows that there is a deeper logic behind his statement.

That is, he still does not regard himself as a part of this world, so in many things that are not in danger of himself, he will use a God's perspective to look at many things, and will look at many things with his so-called idea of maximizing interests.

"Maybe it's the so-called self-concern."

In the darkness, Meng Feibai muttered in a low voice, yawned heavily, and then closed his eyes.

Early the next morning.

Meng Feibai and Gurhan finally got their wish to see Ling Mingyue, but they were not in the ward.

Kyoto Sifang Park, that is, the forest park where Meng Feibai would go to bask in the sun from time to time during his recuperation.

When Meng Feibai and Gurhan rushed over when they heard the news, in a green lawn, Ling Mingyue, who was holding a long sword, was surrounded by several medical staff in the center.

"Sergeant Ling Mingyue, your body can't move around at will now, go back to bed and rest..."

"Sister Mingyue, you have to believe in our medical level, we will definitely cure you, don't give up treatment..."

"Everything is easy to discuss, you put down the sword first..."

In the midst of all kinds of anxious exhortations, Ling Mingyue, who had a haggard face but still stood tall and tall, standing in the middle of the crowd, holding her long sword with her eyes closed as if she hadn't heard anything, and it could be seen that she was pranayama.

After a while, she took a deep breath, opened her eyes in the midst of everyone's shocked gaze, snorted softly, and stabbed her long sword straight ahead.

Suddenly, the medical staff standing in front of her fell to the ground without any image.

"Sure enough, there's no trace of true anger..."

Ling Mingyue looked at the long sword in her hand indifferently, and a trace of imperceptible pain flashed in her eyes.

She casually held a sword flower, then returned the long sword to the sheath, and after scanning the medical staff around her with a cold expression, she turned around and walked towards Meng Feibai and the two of Gurhan who were standing in the distance.

"Bright Moon."

"Sister Mingyue."

Meng Feibai and Gurhan greeted them at the same time, and as soon as they said hello, Ling Mingyue spurted out a mouthful of blood in the shocked eyes of the two of them, and fell softly forward.

Gurhan was tall and long-legged, and he held her body before Meng Feibai, picked her up lazily, and then rushed to the underground base, behind him, there was Meng Feibai with an anxious face, and a group of medical staff who were also anxious.

After a lot of chickens and dogs, everyone put Ling Mingyue into the recuperation cabin again, while Gurhan and Meng Feibai were once again blasted out of the ward by several nurses.

In the corridor, the two sat side by side on the benches outside the ward, glancing worriedly at the emergency room with the red light on from time to time.

"Mingyue, she is seriously injured this time."

Gulhan frowned, and said softly as if to ease the worry in his heart.

"Huh? Didn't you say it was serious before? ”

Meng Feibai asked inexplicably.

"It's different."

Gulhan shook his head.

"I could feel when I was holding her just now, her body was light and scary, as if she had no bones..."

At this point, the two fell silent at the same time.

After this period of theoretical study, Meng Feibai knew that purifiers of the ancient martial arts sect like Gurhan Ling Mingyue were generally heavier than normal people, for example, Ling Mingyue She looked like she might only be about a hundred catties, but in fact, her weight might be about one hundred or thirty catties, and Gurhan...

Forget it, he's not important.

As for the specific situation when Ling Mingyue and Yuan Qingyang fought that day, no one except Ling Mingyue knew about it, and as for her injuries, apart from the doctors, perhaps only Ling Mingyue's master, Chang Qi, knew best.

It is said that Ling Mingyue met Chang Qi this morning, and then she forcibly went to the "recuperation park" on the ground despite the obstruction of the medical staff.

It can be seen that for Ling Mingyue's injury, Chang Qi may not have a good solution.

Perhaps, Ling Mingyue can only be an ordinary person from now on.

In Meng Feibai's mind, such a thought couldn't help but appear.

Although he and Ling Mingyue have not been together for a long time, they still know a little bit about her high-flying and domineering character, and the most proud thing in this person's life is the long sword and superb martial arts in his hand.

For such a person, after suddenly learning that he might not be able to practice martial arts in the future, the blow he received was almost devastating.

Thinking of this, Meng Feibai's brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Finally, after two hours of resuscitation, the exhausted doctors pushed open the door of the emergency room.

"Doctor, how is Mingyue?"

Gulhan asked in a low voice.

"She is out of danger, she needs to recuperate now, and you should advise her not to try to practice martial arts, at least not in the near future.

The bones of her whole body are now very fragile, and her physique is not even as good as that of a ten-year-old child, if she still insists on going her own way, it is likely that her already fragile bones will be irreversibly damaged, and at that time, let alone practicing martial arts, she may not even be able to take care of herself in a normal life. ”

After the doctor finished speaking, he left in a hurry with a few nurses.

Gurhan and Meng Feibai glanced at each other and cautiously pushed open the door of the ward.

In the ward, Ling Mingyue, who was expressionless, was leaning against the head of the bed, staring blankly out of the window.

The two didn't know what to say, so they had to sit side by side on the stool next to the bed, silently accompanying Ling Mingyue, who was silent.

After a long time, it was Gurhan who couldn't help but speak:

"Mingyue, during this time, you should take good care of your body, after your body is well, with your talent in martial arts, you can return to the peak sooner or later."

"Yes, Sister Mingyue."

Meng Feibai also opened his mouth and said:

"I've read a lot of novels before, and the protagonists in them go from genius to waste, and then rise again. This is called a waste firewood stream. ”

After Meng Feibai finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong, so he raised his head and found that Gu Erhan and Ling Mingyue were looking at him.

"You mean, I'm a wreck now?"

Facing Ling Mingyue's Gujing Wubo's eyes, Meng Feibai suddenly panicked.