Chapter 28: Dying? "Can my family come? I'm not...
Chapter 28: Going to die?
Yan Jiuru didn’t know what the theory of relativity was, he just felt that the waiting time was extremely long.
Gradually, he realized that his injuries might not be as serious as he thought. As time went by, his hands and feet became cold, and his consciousness would occasionally become hazy.
This mortal body is such a waste!
Not to mention the Demon Lord, even when he first entered the Demon Sect, he had never been so useless. He had only suffered some earthly injuries and shed some blood, but he was already so dazed. What was he thinking?!
Amidst self-loathing and condemnation, his consciousness shrank into a speck of golden light, which whizzed across the sky like a streak of light and flew towards a boundless ocean of tranquility.
"Huh? Isn't this his previous sea of consciousness?"
The consciousness of the golden light spot turned into a small human figure, with his head tilted as if thinking.
"Oh, I remember now." He must be back!
"Oh hahahaha~"
The little golden man put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "I'm back again!"
Bullshit, that’s what he said. He is a top-level demon king who sacrificed his own body to save an entire world. Not only did he receive infinite merits, but he was also given such a useless body. Why?!!!
It's not like he hasn't died and had to start over before, but he has everything he needs. Everything he has, including his equipment, was acquired through his own painstaking efforts. Unless he gives it up voluntarily, he will fight to get it back even if it means he has to travel through the three realms!
What's going on now?
Hey you, Realm Master, please come out to me!!!
Did you covet my things?
If you don’t honestly give me several times more and return it to me, I will use my infinite merits to make you, the world master, look bad!!!
The little man with golden consciousness was jumping and shouting in the sea of consciousness. Countless light waves spread outward in circles with his golden consciousness point as the center. He cursed until his mouth was dry and his tongue was parched. He stopped for a while, and the sea of consciousness gradually stopped fluctuating.
“Clatter—”
Countless points of light suddenly fell from the tranquil sea surface, forming a vast spiritual vein of mountains and rivers with an invisible beginning and end and filled with precious light on the sea of consciousness.
The little golden figure flew down to the spirit vein and casually picked up a small, glittering gadget. Hmm? Oh hahaha, it turned out to be one of his primary magic rings.
This should be one of the rewards for winning his first sect competition.
Well, put this on!
He picked up another one at random. Well, this was the Time Cloud Boat he obtained when he first entered the secret realm. It was said to be able to travel through time and space in all realms, but he had tried it several times when he was young and it didn't work very well.
Put it aside for now.
"Ah, this is the magic sect storage bag he used when he was young. Look, haha, it contains elixirs, magic tools, talismans, array plates... and a lot of spirit stones and magic stones. Not bad, not bad!"
"This spiritual vein treasure mountain, I am quite satisfied, you are sensible!"
***
"Ahem, I'm a little thirsty."
He muttered unconsciously.
Suddenly, he felt a cool and sweet taste on his lips, and he swallowed it quickly.
"Wuwuwu, big brother, please don't die~"
Faintly, he seemed to hear someone sobbing in his ear.
What's the point of dying? How could he die?
Huh? No!
Yan Jiuru came to his senses with a start and opened his eyes.
"Second brother? Why are you crying?"
Only then did he realize that his voice was a little hoarse and his throat was a little dry.
"water!"
Rushong was half-kneeling in front of his elder brother, crying with snot and tears. Suddenly he heard his elder brother's voice. He didn't bother to wipe his nose and hurriedly gave him some water.
Yan Jiuru quenched his thirst and saw Rushan shirtless. He asked curiously, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and realized that he was covered with several strange clothes that belonged to someone he didn't know.
Whose is this? Don't worry about lice or fleas.
He was about to lift it up when Rushan quickly held him down, sobbing, "Brother, are you still cold? I'll go get you some fire to warm you up."
Don’t die, woooooo…”
***
Rusong's feet were moving rapidly, and he was howling as he ran.
"Dad, Second Uncle, why haven't you come yet... My eldest brother is almost dead."
"Woo woo woo, what have you been doing?"
"Dad, my brother is dying, please come quickly~"
Rushan, Rusonggan and others waited for a long time but no one showed up, and their eldest brother was already unconscious.
The two brothers called out for their eldest brother but couldn't wake him up. They felt his hands and feet were ice cold and frightened to death. One of them kept looking for something to cover his eldest brother with to keep him warm, while the other could not wait and ran down the mountain to call for help.
"Old Three, what's wrong with you?"
Father Yan led his men up the mountain and heard familiar cries from afar.
It turned out to be the third child in the family.
As soon as the third child saw his father, he immediately squatted on the ground, pounding his fists and crying loudly: "Dad, where have you been? Can you do anything serious? My eldest brother is about to die!"
"My eldest brother is dead!"
Yan's father shuddered: "What? Your eldest brother is dead?"
Grandpa Yan, who was standing behind him, stepped forward and kicked his son. "You idiot, why are you still asking questions? Lead the way!"
What the hell are you asking at this time!
Every minute or second wasted is a waste of my grandson's life!
Useless stuff! Go back and train yourself to death!
Yan's father was frightened, his legs and feet were a little out of control, but the third child wiped away his tears and ran back at an unprecedented speed: "Follow me quickly!"
The soldiers behind him saw this and said without hesitation, "Full speed ahead!"
A team of soldiers armed with live ammunition immediately rushed forward like arrows.
Yan's father also followed closely despite the cramps in his legs, praying to all the gods and immortals in his heart: Please bless my son and he will be fine!
***
Just when Yan Jiuru was in a trance again, he suddenly heard a deafening roar, "What's that loud noise?"
He thought his voice was loud, but in fact he was just mumbling to himself.
Rushan heard it too. He stood up suddenly and looked around. Then he was overjoyed and shouted, "Brother, someone is coming! Just hold on a little longer!"
"Persist~"
Yan Jiuru seemed to be in a trance and seemed to hear many voices and footsteps around him.
"Jiuru! Jiuru~"
"Son, wake up~"
A hot feeling flowed down his throat to his heart, and a warm current seemed to surge in his body, spreading to every limb and bone, gradually warming up his slightly cold body.
"Cough, cough~"
"Wake up, wake up~"
Yan Jiuru opened his eyes again, and what caught his eye was the slightly embarrassed expressions of his grandfather and his father.
Both of them stared at him, their faces covered with snot and tears.
"Grandpa, Dad, what's wrong?" He found himself a little weak and his voice was a little soft.
"Comrade, you lost too much blood and fell unconscious. But you just drank ginseng wine, so if you can wake up, you'll be fine."
Yan Jiuru frowned. How could he be unconscious? His consciousness had clearly returned to his original sea of consciousness.
However, there are more important things to do right now, so I'll think about it later.
Thinking of the important matter, he immediately struggled to get up.
"Don't move. Just say what you want to say." Seeing his intention, a soldier possessed him and held him down.
At this time, his father-in-law, Secretary Chen, caught up and looked at him with concern before saying, "I received your letter. These two are Brigade Commander Zhang and Political Commissar Cheng from a certain unit in the military sub-district."
He nodded to his son-in-law and said, "Don't worry."
These two people are absolutely reliable.
Yan Jiuru looked at the soldiers who had already surrounded the front of the cave, nodded slightly, and said, "Behind?"
After hearing what he said, Brigade Commander Zhang immediately waved his hand towards the back of the cave, and a group of soldiers immediately dispersed.
Yan Jiuru said to his grandfather: "Military, secret."
Grandpa Yan understood and told his son and grandson to step back and wait.
The military, including the military doctor who had just given him first aid, also retreated to the back and stood by.
Yan Jiuru finally made way and said with effort, "Five suspected enemy spies, none of them escaped, five pistols, ammunition in the cave, a radio and blueprints behind the rocks..."
What he said at this time was the most important thing and needed to be dealt with immediately.
If the enemy spy's radio station contacts at an agreed time, it may cause the other party to notice something unusual.
Everyone understands this.
"Comrade Yan Jiuru, don't worry." Brigade Commander Zhang comforted.
Yan Jiuru was afraid that others would enter the cave and destroy the scene, so after he came out, he sat at the entrance of the cave, blocking it, as if anyone who wanted to enter the cave would have to step over him.
He finished speaking and moved aside.
Brigade Commander Zhang and Political Commissar Cheng personally led people in.
Ten minutes later, Political Commissar Cheng came out first, saluted Yan Jiuru, and said, "Comrade Yan Jiuru, what you discovered is very important!
On behalf of the country and the army, I thank you!
The enemy's situation is unclear now, so you can't go home yet. I'll arrange for someone to take you to the military hospital for treatment and recuperation. Later, I may need your cooperation to explain the situation at that time. What do you think?"
This is a military order, of course I obeyed it.
***
Yan Jiuru was carried down the mountain on a stretcher and placed directly on a military vehicle.
He was not the only wounded man in the car. There were five other enemy spies who were injured by him. The only difference was that those people were surrounded by soldiers with guns and ammunition, while he was surrounded by a military doctor.
The car was bumpy all the way. Although he knew he was being sent to a military hospital, he remained vigilant in the unknown environment and tried hard not to fall asleep.
I don’t know how long they swayed and bumped along, but after he fell asleep and woke up (in a daze) several times, they finally arrived.
Everywhere you look, there are military green and white colors. It should be a military hospital, Yan Jiuru guessed.
He was still being carried down on a stretcher. He heard the military doctor beside him, completely different from the calmness he had shown in the car, speaking anxiously to the people on the ground, "Quick, arrange for emergency treatment immediately! Six in total, special isolation treatment."
. . . . . .
He felt himself being pushed and run at a great speed, and was settled into a room.
Suddenly, the sky above his head was brightly lit. He opened his eyes and looked around. Besides the snow-white walls and lights, there were a few doctors and nurses wearing masks, right?
"You won't die, don't worry." He uttered a few words.
The leading doctor smiled and said, "Not bad, young man. Your blood pressure is so low, and you're still awake and talking. Not bad! A great talent!"
As he was speaking, someone quickly cut open Yan Jiuru's clothes and pants.
Yan Jiuru felt a chill all over his body.
"What's this for?" he asked with a frown.
The doctor smiled and said, "You have a gunshot wound. The bullet needs to be removed. Surgery is required."
Yan Jiuru tried to recall it and said, "Didn't the bullet go through?" As he spoke, his consciousness swept over the wound. Hmm? It was actually embedded in there.
I was a little nervous at the time and didn't even notice it.
"It shouldn't be deep, just dig it out." He felt there was no need to go to so much trouble.
It was the first time for the doctors to see such injured people, and they couldn't help laughing even though they were wearing masks.
"So, you're not going to give me anesthesia anymore?"
"No fight!"
He knew that it was an anesthetic and that it had some effect on the brain, so this little pain was nothing to him.
***
"Bed 23, Yan Jiuru?"
A young girl in a nurse's uniform came over to check, and Yan Jiuru nodded.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, oh, I'm a little hungry." He hadn't eaten for a long time. After the bullet was taken out, he had been getting injections and taking medicine.
"It's not time for dinner yet, please wait a little longer."
Yan Jiuru listened to his rumbling stomach and felt that this hospital was too rigid and dogmatic. The patients were obviously hungry but still had to wait until a fixed time to eat.
"Can my family members come? If I wasn't killed by the enemy, I might starve to death in the hospital." Yan Jiuru couldn't help but protest.
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