"This child has multiple fractures all over his body, and there are rupture places in his internal organs, you parents are not actually present, do you know that there are many children who can't bear the pressure in the adult exam every year and need to be accompanied by their parents......

It lasted for nearly two days, and all Zhang Xuezhou saw was darkness.

This time, he finally heard something.

It made him try to keep his eyes open.

"How's your body?"

"It should be okay, he didn't hit his head when he fell, which is a blessing in misfortune!"

"The effect of the anesthesia should be almost over, and you can visit the bedside later!"

……

The doctor's voice came, and Zhang Xuezhou finally opened his eyes.

His eyes were met with a miserable white light.

Although it was exactly the same lamp, Zhang Xuezhou somehow felt miserable when he saw the lights in the hospital.

Approximately all the patients in the hospital are sick numbers.

Now that he has become one of them, Zhang Xuezhou doesn't know that this feeling is even worse.

His body shook unnaturally, which made Zhang Xuezhou scold in a low voice.

Even if he was broken by a fall, he still had all kinds of feelings in his mind flapping his arms and soaring.

"Hell yes!"

If his body continues to maintain this state, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can only survive on the first floor.

He thought about the demonic power essence mentioned by the Golden Toad Dharma King, and he had to wait for his thoughts to change slowly.

But the feeling of waving his wings was not too bad, Zhang Xuezhou only felt a slight pain in his left arm, and it was difficult to move, and his right arm let Zhang Xuezhou lift up.

His head tilted slightly, and then he saw the bandage around his left arm.

When he looked down again, Zhang Xuezhou saw that his waist and two legs were also full of entanglement.

His eyelids blinked, and he saw the bandages floating on his head.

"Doctor, don't you have money for the bandages in your hospital?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice in dissatisfaction.

Through the transmitter next to the bed, the sound of the outside world is extremely loud.

"Your son is sober!"

The doctor's voice came, Zhang Xuezhou saw the door of the ward open, and after a sound of sanitizing, Zhang Weimeng's figure appeared at the door.

"Xuezhou, how do you feel?"

Zhang Weimeng is nearly forty years old, with a bit of the temperament of a scholar under his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He is not young, but he still retains an extremely young appearance.

This is probably related to Zhang Weimeng's all-day writing, after all, it doesn't take much physical effort to collect and write, and it is difficult to have the possibility of fatigue and aging.

If you stuff yourself to Zhang Weimeng's side, it is not surprising to take a photo of the two brothers.

There is also Zhang Xuezhou's mother in this situation.

People who can rely on their posture to do live broadcasts are not too old, and Song Fengying's aging is not obvious.

The only drawback is that Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying like to toss, and they don't have the idea of going to work normally and living a stable life in their minds.

"I feel bad!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his right hand, and shook his head, which was difficult to move, only to feel that the current state was terrible.

If the day is not mistaken, they will face the adult exam today.

After many days of hard study, Zhang Xuezhou felt that there was nothing worse in life than this.

It made all these days of hard work seem like a joke.

"You don't have to be discouraged, you have to know that life is not just a road," Zhang Weimeng comforted.

Zhang Weimeng certainly knew Zhang Xuezhou's frustration.

But he feels that it is not too important whether Zhang Xuezhou is admitted to university, but the important thing is to guide Zhang Xuezhou back to a state of physical and mental health.

There is no disease in this world that money cannot cure.

Zhang Xuezhou's illness is just a 'poor disease'.

His brow furrowed, satisfied with his inability to do so much.

Nothing should be like this.

But he really can't repeat the brilliance of others.

Without the right time, place and people, no matter how much he imitates, it will not help.

This also includes Song Fengying.

After years of hard work, the family has become poorer and poorer.

Zhang Weimeng knew very well where the symptoms of the problem were, but he was powerless to change it, so he could only be reckless to the end.

If you want to intersperse it with a stable life at work, he feels that he will not be able to turn over in this life.

But he did ignore too much over the years.

If you have a lot of money, there is indeed more than one way for a young person to live, but with a father like him, Zhang Xuezhou has no choice.

He touched Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and was silent for a while, no matter how difficult it was to comfort Zhang Xuezhou.

"There is only one way in life, you can only move forward, you can't retreat," Zhang Xuezhou frowned and retorted.

His life is so bleak that there are only wisps of starlight, and he belongs to the fact that there is no advance or retreat.

Once Zhang Xuezhou retired, it was difficult for him to see hope.

For his original family, Zhang Xuezhou does not have much hope.

If he did not seek a way to provide free treatment, it would be difficult for Zhang Weimeng to afford the corresponding expenses.

"You don't have to think so extremely!" Zhang Weimeng said.

"Haven't you been writing for nine years, and you haven't thought about changing your career?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"I'm going to make a fortune writing books!"

The pain in his heart was pierced by Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng couldn't help but blush, and his fists were clenched.

"You're hanging from a tree!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied.

Zhang Weimeng didn't stimulate him, and he didn't stimulate Zhang Weimeng.

It's probably an extreme family, so don't laugh at the second brother.

But Zhang Xuezhou's current state is indeed a little bad, he is in a bad mood, and the mutual scolding stimulates Zhang Weimeng, and Zhang Xuezhou can't help but be a little silent.

In the ward, the father and son looked a little embarrassed.

"Actually, there are some things we shouldn't hide from you, if we don't travel blindly before you were born......"

When Zhang Weimeng was chattering about useless history, Zhang Xuezhou began to constantly try to mobilize the power in his body.

At this time, he only hoped that the Tai Qing Halal Technique, which he had seen once in reality in the past, would not belong to his spiritual hallucination.

Zhang Xuezhou wanted to test whether this technique was really introduced into reality early on, but he tried to restrain the idea of self-harm as an experiment at that time.

It wasn't until this time that his body was injured and Zhang Xuezhou had the occasion to use Taihalal.

The white seeds in the perception bloomed into the two leaves, and the wisps of white light passed through the holes that were difficult to see in medical dissection, and finally converged to the fingertips.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the fingers that flashed white light, and then reached out and pointed at himself.

Just in an instant, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the pain in his body was gone.

At the same time, the sour and numb feeling in his body welled up in his heart, as if countless ants were crawling back and forth in his body.

"Hope it's not my delusion!"

It is not surprising that in the case of people with different mental states, any strange sensations arise in the body.

Zhang Xuezhou had difficulty judging the truth for a while.

But he can wait for the results.

As the light of the white seeds gradually dimmed, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that his left arm moved slightly.

Then, his legs and feet were slightly bent.

The body's consciousness returned.