Pindao is a little unclean.

Wang Jixuan's Taoist heart kept sighing.

He actually... was touched by this woman on most areas of his body...

Fortunately, the man's vital parts were not disturbed. Dr. Wei Na knew the legal boundaries between care and harassment, otherwise he would have had to 'wake up' in advance.

Wang Jixuan didn't like the various explanations he might have to face after waking up. They were too wordy and didn't feel free and easy at all. Moreover, Zhou Zhengde and the others also wanted to obtain his secrets.

The Dharma should not be taught lightly, this is the foundation of the sect.

He didn't have any concerns about the breathing practice method he made up himself, but he didn't have enough time to develop a new method, so it would be ridiculous to use it.

'The Blackfire Gang.'

Wang Jixuan briefly analyzed the news he heard.

Apparently, he still wanted to go to the lower city.

He must see with his own eyes that the Black Fire Gang is wiped out, and make sure that what Zhou Zhengde and the others say, "the core member of the Black Fire Gang is reborn under the cover of a shell" will not happen.

There are many things in the lower city that he needs now.

Blade beast blood, blade beast bones;

And the existence of the bladed beast ‘demon core’ is unknown.

Generally speaking, the demon core is formed in the body of a demon beast and is the basis for the cultivation of powerful demon beasts. The monks can use it to refine elixirs and weapons.

Wang Jixuan's idea was more direct - he might be able to use demon cores to form a spirit gathering array, release the spiritual energy in the demon cores, and speed up his own cultivation.

In addition, Wang Jixuan has realized that he has a more important thing to do.

The world of mortals refines the heart.

'Nature? What is nature?'

Wang Jixuan lay on the bed and fell into deep thought.

Gradually, wisps of spiritual energy floated from the air and gathered around him.

Because he was pretending to be asleep and unable to meditate at this time, the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy was far inferior to that of sitting cross-legged with five hearts in the sky, holding Yuan Shouyi... It was always better than lying down and doing nothing.

He silently estimated that by cultivating flesh and blood with Qi and using the healing spells he knew, the puncture wound on his left shoulder would take about seven days to heal.

‘Boom.’

The sound of sniper rifles kept echoing in Wang Jixuan's ears.

He needs to learn more about the common sense of this world, master the use of various weapons, and then think about some ways to fight against firearms.

‘I don’t know when I can start refining weapons.’

…

Wei Na, like everyone in Midtown, must give top priority to completing her own job during normal working days.

A squadron of purge troops was temporarily stationed on the thirteenth floor, and the Black Fire Gang announced that they would no longer retaliate. Wei Na no longer had to stay in the safe house of the security station.

When work ends every day or on weekends, Wei Na will come to the 13th floor medical center to take care of two special patients here——

Mu Liang and Lan Yuzai.

Wei Na had long discovered that Mu Liang's recovery speed from injuries was a bit inhuman.

Every time she checks Mu Liang's shoulder wound, she can see incredible changes, and her medical concepts are constantly being subverted.

And there are various signs that Mu Liang has actually woken up a long time ago, but he has never communicated with them.

For example, the toilet mattress prepared by Wei Na for Mu Liang has always been very clean. The bathroom next to the medical room uses much more water than usual.

Dr. Wei Na did not expose Mu Liang's trick.

She was waiting for Mu Liang to take the initiative to chat with her, showing his mysterious charm to her like a hero who had just saved the world.

Wei Na likes this feeling of waiting very much. It gives her a rare sense of expectation in her daily life in the fortress, which is repeated over and over again and has no sense of novelty.

Today is the sixth day after the ambush in Happy City.

Wei Na ended her shift at the district medical office on time, went back to her apartment, took a shower, shampooed her hair, spent half an hour applying elegant makeup on her face, put on a black silk maid outfit, and put on her white coat.

All this is covered up.

'Will he wake up today?'

Wei Na pursed her red lips in front of the mirror, stepped on her stilettos, hummed a recent popular radio song, and rushed to the medical center.

After turning several corners and walking into the central circular garden, Wei Na's pace gradually slowed down.

She frowned and looked at the somewhat crowded entrance of the medical center.

A dozen members of the security team in light blue uniforms and six or seven soldiers in camouflage uniforms formed two overlapping lines of defense, blocking the only entrance and exit here.

Two middle-aged men wearing brown trench coats were negotiating with members of the security team.

Wei Na strolled forward and heard their quarrel from a distance.

"Our Thirteenth Biological Research Institute has the right to obtain the data of all human samples. This is a right written into the War Zone Act!"

"You won't let us in? Why won't you let us in?! Call your captain over here!"

"We suspect there are psykers here! Get out of the way! The security force is rubbish! The purge force is amazing! Don't let me go directly to your boss!"

The two middle-aged men were yelling.

The two security team members who negotiated with them just smiled and shook their heads, showing amazing qualities.

One of the team members' eyes lit up and he hurriedly said: "Doctor Wei Na, are you here? Please come in."

The man in the trench coat next to him immediately shouted: "Why can she get in!"

"Because I am a doctor," Wei Na said softly.

She took out her nameplate from her white coat and hung it under her collar, and then lightly winked at the two of them.

"This is a medical center, not a research center of the Thirteenth Institute. Do you know the most basic cold medicine?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't disturb my patients' rest, and medical research shows that the louder men are, the less confident they are in their male abilities."

Wei Na gave him a wink and walked through the defense line with ease.

But she soon realized that the atmosphere here was a bit solemn.

"Doctor Wei Na," a soldier captain said solemnly, "Captain Zhou is waiting for you in that ward."

"Oh? He's awake?"

Wei Na couldn't help but speed up her pace.

However, when she opened the door to the ward and saw the empty hospital bed outside, and Zhou Zhengde holding his forehead and thinking in the seat by the window, she immediately stepped forward and opened the curtain hanging in the middle of the bed.

.

Another hospital bed behind a curtain;

Lan Yuzai, who was wearing a hospital gown and sucking nutritious rice porridge from a bag, trembled with fright.

The middle-aged woman who was forced to wear noise-canceling headphones and was feeding Lan Yuzai said hurriedly:

"Doctor! My son suddenly woke up! Do you want to check him?"

This aunt is Lan Yuzai's mother. She is an ordinary woman who has worked for the fortress for thirty years. She will come to take care of Lan Yuzai for a while after work every day.

Her movements here are restricted, and she can only wear a pair of thick headphones to ensure that she does not hear any information.

"Where's Mu Liang?"

Wei Na's voice suddenly rose an octave higher, and she turned to look at Zhou Zhengde who was sitting beside him:

"You hid him? Because people from the 13th Institute came to find him?"

"No."

Zhou Zhengde sighed and said with a wry smile:

"He's so amazing, he seems to be able to predict danger in advance. The Thirteen Hospital came to our door half an hour ago. Two hours ago, I got a report from the medical center, saying that the doctor who was doing rounds in the afternoon found that there was one less patient here.

Mu Liang's patient.

"Then...he left this behind."

Zhou Zhengde took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket, with lines of dragon and phoenix written on it.

Wei Na took it and looked at it for a few times, then frowned tightly: "I know every word, but why, how come I can't read it?"

"Read it vertically and from right to left. There are two arrows marked on it. I have to say that although this word is not beautiful, I always feel a sense of power penetrating the back of the paper..."

"Thank you both for your help, I'm fine..."

Wei Na read it out softly.

[Thank you both for your help. I am no longer seriously ill.
To be continued...