Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 451 Zhang Zhiwei: Come and see, He Songling can’t get up!

"What changes? Good or bad?"

The poor student has no spirit of research, he just needs to know the result.

Fortunately, this doctor was older than him and was also an experienced doctor. He knew that the patients in the treatment process were different from those of them in medical research, so he said directly:
"Neither good nor bad. His body should have been over seventy years old, but when we started measuring his bone age and body shape, he looked like a ten-year-old boy. However, as his 'Qi' began to wander, his body began to age rapidly again."

"That's okay. He's an old man anyway. Just don't overdraw his vitality."

He Songling heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. Many of his ideas were purely hypothetical and he had never put them into practice, such as the semi-finished time house he experimented on Gu Jiting, the "shrinking potion" he told Tang Men about, and the combat version of "Bai Jie".

Therefore, he was afraid that Tang Jiaren used this medicine when he was seriously injured, which would have a negative impact on his life span. After all, the master was already 73 years old. He didn't want him to survive the battle because of the medicine, but die of old age in the hospital after returning.

That's too dramatic.

Fortunately, the doctor shook his head and said, "No, because Tang's injuries are very serious, his 'Qi' is still in a weak state of gradual recovery, and cannot compete with this magical power. Even if he can recover in the future, he will still be inferior, so..."

"So what?"

"So, it may not be possible to completely offset the effect of this medicine. He has taken too much. In the end, he may not be able to restore his original age. He should be about three to four years younger than his actual age." said the doctor.

"Isn't this a good thing?" He Songling was stunned. He didn't expect such a pleasant surprise. This was equivalent to a beggar's version of the elixir of life.

But it makes sense when you think about it. Extraordinary people have the means to delay aging and even achieve immortality. Regardless of the Six-Storage Immortal Thief and Feng Baobao, who is suspected to be an immortal, can't Zuo Rutong's second level do it?

Wait, Zuo Rutong’s second level?

"It's not that simple. This may cause permanent damage to his 'Qi'."

As expected, the doctor started talking about the disadvantages. "And it's a case of twice the effort for half the result. He is three or four years younger. It's not that his Qi has regressed to the level before he was three or four years old, but it may have regressed to thirty or forty years. Fortunately, the age regressed is not too short, otherwise he may have lost his 'Qi' forever."

"Huh... That's not bad, not bad." He Songling breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be like his old mentor, who looked young on the surface but actually overdrawn his lifespan. As for Qi? The old master's physical injuries were difficult to recover from. His martial arts skills were completely useless except for Danxi and some techniques that did not require a lot of Qi support.

If the Qi volume regresses by thirty or forty years, it will just be the Qi volume when the master was in his thirties or forties. It's no big deal. Anyway, the Dan Shi doesn't consider the amount of Qi volume, so there will be no backlash due to this.

"Indeed, physical disabilities cannot be cured." John's research has just started. Even if he studies for another few decades, he may not be able to match the perfect hands. This is indeed impossible.

"That's fine. Since his condition has stabilized, let's arrange for him to be transferred to another hospital." He Songling said, "Transfer him to the main hospital in the east. The resources and conditions there are better. By the way, with all your skills, why did you come to the northwest?"

"To avoid the war." The doctor sighed, "The Japanese are really a piece of shit. I was originally sent here by my mentor to exchange and learn. According to him, although you Lao Zhong is more chaotic and backward, we foreigners are still safe. But now? It's all because of our daily life, bah!"

"That makes sense. We are also ready to move at any time." He Songling patted his shoulder. "Doctor, thank you for your hard work."

"For the sake of science, I'll endure a little danger." The doctor was indeed John's doctoral student, and he really had the spirit of devoting himself to scientific research. Unfortunately, He Songling did not have that.

After a simple treatment that day, they hurriedly arranged for the Nisheng Group to transfer him and Tang Jiaren to another hospital. As for Xu Xin and Dong Chang, after a simple treatment of their wounds, they started to rush to the Tang Sect. The Tang Sect was still waiting for them to come back and report the news. The bodies of the victims of the battle at Mianshan were also waiting to be received.

There are many things to do during war.

"Hahaha, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang!"

Zhang Zhiwei was lying next to the bright floor-to-ceiling window of a Western-style hospital, reciting scriptures, when he suddenly heard a noise and saw a bed being pushed in and stopped next to him.

He looked down and saw that He Songling's dog face was smiling at him. "Old Zhang, we are now fellow patients!"

"I'm wondering why you're still haunting me, you bastard!" Blue electric light flashed on Zhang Zhiwei's palm.

“Hey, don’t shock me, don’t shock me!” He Songling shouted hurriedly, “I’m seriously injured and can’t even activate the Reverse Life Activation. I really can’t bear it if you shock me. If I die in your hands instead of the devils’, where can I go to seek justice?”

"Are you still going to fight the Japanese?" Zhang Zhiwei's injuries have healed a lot. At least now he has no problem getting out of bed and doing simple manual labor, which is much better than the original story.

Upon hearing this, he jumped up from the hospital bed, lifted the quilt covering He Songling and looked.

"Oh my god, Lao Zhang, what are you doing!" He Songling's face changed drastically. Not only could he not beat Zhang Zhiwei, he couldn't even run away. "You're not a gay, are you? No wonder you're not married in your forties!"

"Fuck you." Zhang Zhiwei put down the quilt for He Songling, and his big hand like a palm-leaf fan slapped He Songling's shoulders twice, making him grimace in pain.

"Oh, you're really injured?" As everyone knows, there is no trust in He Songling's character, so when he said that he was seriously injured fighting the Japanese, Zhang Zhiwei didn't believe it.

Because according to He Songling's past behavior, he should have set up some minefields or artillery fire for the Japanese from a long distance, then flew in the sky, taunted them, and then ran away.

Now that he had beaten him twice and saw that this grandson was in so much pain and couldn't fight back or dodge, Zhang Zhiwei really believed that He Songling was seriously injured.

"Okay, you have come to this day."

After Zhang Zhiwei confirmed it, a weird smile instantly appeared on that ugly face.

"What do you want to do?" He Songling suddenly had a bad thought in his mind. This person's personality seemed to be a walking human trumpet...

"oi! Come and have a look! He Songling is in my ward. This grandson is injured and can't get up!"

As expected, even He Songling's ominous premonition had not disappeared, and Zhang Zhiwei rushed to the door and shouted at the top of his voice.

(End of this chapter)