Fang Xing opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hospital bed, and there was a patient around him, was he hospitalized?

Fang Xing covered his forehead, his head hurt very much, just like most drunks who drink well, when they drink, the thief is energetic, the thief is cool and the thief is stimulated, and the next day it is directly broken.

This is the case for him now, he can't remember how he got to the hospital, and even the memory of him pressing Jian Yongwang to the ground and hammering it is a little blurry.

He was also subconscious, using the unknown power in his body. The power of the two voices in his body that had been bewitching.

He didn't care what the consequences of using his power would bring, he only had one thought at that time, even if he died, he would have to hammer Jian Yongwang up, and if he died, he would be able to pull a stronger back than himself.

Now it seemed that using that power did help him get out of danger, but the consequences were also severe, and he could feel the tattoo stretching to his neck.

He basically can't use tattoos anymore now, and even if he uses them again, it may make him completely fall into Huang Xi's fate.

Once the tattoo spreads to his brain, his fate will not be much better than that of Huang Xi, he does not think that he is a child of luck, and all kinds of waves will not die.

He was not without gains, and after this encounter, he was at least sure that the two voices in his body were not auditory hallucinations, and it was likely to be related to the strange dream he had.

At the same time, he also had a lot of doubts, what was the power in his body? He remembered that his arm had become extremely hot, like a soldering iron, and that power came from his arm.

It's a skull tattoo!!

After Fang Xing cleared his mind, he used the elimination method to find the source of the power, but as for what that power was, he didn't have an answer.

He examined his whole body and found that his right arm was intact, and he clearly remembered that the previous arm had been broken, but now it was miraculously healed? He couldn't figure it out, and he could only attribute it to that strange power.

I don't know if I don't know it, but when I look at it, I find that more than half of the skull marks on the arms have turned cyan, and before it was only one-fifth, now there are at least seven-tenths.

Moreover, his physical fitness has been greatly improved, and it seems that the influx of power has transformed his body, and he feels that even if he does not use tattoos, he can exert his pawn-level strength with his physical body alone.

This world is very dangerous!

Fang Xing can be regarded as discovering an insignificant corner of the truth in this world, there are definitely many thorn seals like him, and the thorn marks can not only bring power, but also subtly shape the bodies of the stampers, giving them superhuman strength.

In other words, there are actually many "supernormal people" hidden in all corners of this world, but they are just dormant.

"Oh no, where's Xiaobai?" Fang Xing suddenly woke up.

In order to ensure the safety of the white fox, he quietly put the white fox down when he met Jian Yongwang, the white fox has an IQ no less than that of people, and he understands Fang Xing's movements in seconds.

But when he left, he was unconscious, and it was impossible for him to bring back the white fox.

Although Xiaobai is not there, he is not worried about Xiaobai's safety, that little guy is very clever, and if anyone underestimates him, he will definitely pay a heavy price.

"Hey, man, are you awake? You've been in a coma for a day. The bed next to him was a middle-aged or fifty-year-old man in his forties and fifties, and he immediately said hello after seeing Fang Xing wake up.

"I've been in a coma for a day?" Fang Xing was taken aback, which meant that his attack last night was very likely to be watched by this old man the whole time.

"Look at you, I'm just kidding, you've been in a coma for more than two hours, if the hospital security didn't find you suffering from heat stroke and unconscious on the road, you might have returned to the west." The old man laughed.

"But now that you've woken up, it shouldn't be a big deal, you young people, you just don't pay attention to your body." The old man began to sigh.

"I have freshly brewed tea here, you can take it and drink it." The old man was quite enthusiastic, or rather chattering.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Eh, what's your name, uncle, I'm not that old, my name is Fan Shi, you can call me Uncle Fan." Fan Shi said.

The corners of Fang Xing's mouth twitched, he had never seen anyone call himself "sweet potato" so proud.

"Uncle Fan, I know a good place, let's go there for dinner, it's really delicious." Fan Shi gushed endlessly.

"Okay." Fang Xing didn't have much interest in chatting.

"Hey, don't blame Uncle Fan for talking, if you don't talk more now, you won't have a chance, no one knows if I will die next." Fan Shi sighed, he also saw Fang Xing's desire to speak.

"How?" Fang Xing was intrigued by Fan Shi's words.

Seeing that Fang Xing was interested, Fan Shi suddenly became interested, and said, "This hospital is haunted!" ”

"Crunch!"

The door to the ward was pushed open, and a doctor wearing glasses and a white robe walked in.

Seeing this person, Fan Shi subconsciously shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "The dean is here." ”

"I am the dean and attending doctor Ma Cong here, you can call me Dean Ma or Dr. Ma, we have understood your situation, just ordinary heat stroke, you can be discharged from the hospital by hanging a few bottles of medicine, because you are in an emergency, you need to pay at the front desk first if it is convenient." If you feel unwell, you can ring the bell and the nurse will arrive quickly. Ma Cong had an elegant temperament and said politely.

"Okay." Fang Xing nodded, took out a bank card, and asked, "Can I swipe the card?" ”

"Yes, you can wait." Ma Cong replied with a smile, it was easy to give people a good impression. Especially for female interns who have just entered the hospital, not many girls can resist this tenderness. He is handsome, polite and temperamental, and he is simply a girl killer.

After a while, Ma Cong brought the POS machine, and after swiping the amount, he left very politely, and kindly reminded Fang Xing before leaving, saying that Fan Shi, the old man, was a little mentally disordered, and he just listened to everything as a joke.

Fan Shi pursed his lips, but he didn't dare to refute.

"This hypocrite, it's terrifying!" Fan Shi said.

Fang Xing smiled, only thinking that Fan Shi was complaining. He asked, "What did you say about the haunted hospital?" ”

Fan Shi's attention was pulled back again, and he became energetic again, and said: "This has to start with the establishment of the hospital, Weimin Hospital was built five years ago, due to the poverty of Xidong County and Pinghe County, there is no big hospital, and Qingzhou is hundreds of kilometers away, so far away in case of emergency, there is no first aid, Weimin Hospital was created on this basis, the original intention is to bring good medical conditions to Xidong County and Pinghe County." ”

"The hospital did a good job in the first two years, but the change of the hospital came three years ago, when a medical disturbance made the status of Weimin Hospital embarrassing, because a 20-year-old girl jumped off a building in Weimin Hospital, and it is said that because the girl was violated by doctors in the hospital, she committed suicide in anger. Since then, he has been killing people in the hospital, and one person dies every week. Fan Shi covered his mouth sideways and whispered.