Zhou Zhixin's eyes widened. This... this was the wall he'd been facing for over half a year? How did it suddenly become a TV screen?
Zhou Yuanyuan made a gesture, indicating to Zhou Zhixin not to say anything and to watch what was happening on the "screen" first.
Zhou Zhixin nodded, sat on the stool and read patiently.
On the "screen", the door of the ward opened. Wang Xuyang, with his arms and legs wrapped in bandages, was sleeping on a surgical stretcher and was pushed into the ward by a female doctor and two nurses.
The female doctor waited until two nurses had placed Wang Xuyang on a bed by the window before walking over to the bedside and saying, "Comrade Wang Xuyang, I have some unfortunate news for you. Your left knee was hit by two pieces of shrapnel, shattering the bone. Even if you recover, you may have difficulty supporting your left leg. Please be prepared."
Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Zhixin glanced at the female doctor's face. It was a strange coincidence. This female doctor was Zhou Zhixin's "bad luck lover," Li Hongmei. Back when Zhou Zhixin was first transferred to the Kyoto Guard Battalion, Li Hongmei had deliberately gone to Zhou Zhixin's house, under the guise of visiting an old comrade, to embarrass Zhao Yunxiang. However, neither Zhou Zhixin nor Zhao Yunxiang paid her any attention.
Six or seven years had passed, and Li Hongmei looked much older. Zhou Zhixin, wanting to avoid suspicion, hadn't bothered to learn more about Li Hongmei's situation over the years, nor did he know if she was married. He only knew that Li Hongmei had been working as a doctor in a military hospital.
"Doctor Li, besides my legs, do I have any other problems? For example, are there any internal organs injured?" Compared with the regret in Li Hongmei's expression, Wang Xuyang seemed a little too calm. As a special forces soldier, having difficulty walking would mean his future in the military was ruined.
Why didn't Wang Xuyang care at all when he heard the news? Zhou Yuanyuan was a little puzzled.
"The other injuries are just minor ones and they will be fine after ten days or so of rest." After Li Hongmei told Wang Xuyang about the condition, she nodded and walked out of the ward.
Wang Xuyang was the only one left in the ward. After a while, Wang Xuyang slowly raised his left hand.
Wang Xuyang stretched out the fingers of his right hand and rotated them on the ring finger of his left hand. A black ring appeared on the ring finger.
"Invisibility ring! How can this mortal have such an advanced invisibility ring?" Xiaoyu saw the black iron ring on Wang Xuyang's hand through Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes in Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness, and felt like her saliva was about to flow out.
"What is a stealth ring?" It was the first time that Zhou Yuanyuan saw Xiaoyu so excited, and she couldn't help but ask in her sea of consciousness.
"Master, the invisibility ring can change a person's aura. If Xiaoyu is not mistaken, this guy named Wang Xuyang must be a cultivator." Xiaoyu's mind was still on the ordinary-looking ring on Wang Xuyang's hand, drooling!
"Impossible! How could a cultivator join the Chinese army? Xiaoyu, didn't you say that cultivators shouldn't be involved in the karma of secular wars?" Zhou Yuanyuan was skeptical. Even someone as arrogant as Xiaoyu was afraid of karma, so if Wang Xuyang was a cultivator, how could he dare to join the army? And Wang Xuyang was a special forces soldier.
The Chinese military's special forces were carefully selected from ordinary soldiers with at least five years of service. Wang Xuyang was a special forces soldier, meaning he had been in the army for at least five years. It was impossible for a cultivator to have spent so many years in the military. Furthermore, even if Wang Xuyang truly enjoyed military service, as a cultivator, he was undoubtedly more powerful than an ordinary soldier. How could he remain unknown?
Zhou Yuanyuan was multitasking, talking to Xiaoyu in her sea of consciousness while staring at the "screen" without blinking.
After Wang Xuyang took out the ring, he bit his fingertip, smeared the blood on the ring, and whispered a few words.
After a flash of light appeared on the black ring, a small jade bottle appeared in Wang Xuyang's hand.
"Wow! It's a storage ring, a storage ring with stealth function. Master, we must get it." Xiaoyu shouted excitedly, and then calculated with gritted teeth.
In Xiaoyu's millions of years of "jade life," she had only seen one storage ring with a hidden power. It was clad on a bony hand. While the hand appeared fair and elegant, Xiaoyu knew its owner possessed terrifying power. The ring's owner loved playing the fool and eating the tiger, even though few in that time and space could surpass him. The ring's owner loved wearing the ring to conceal his aura, allowing him to pass for a low-level cultivator or even a mortal.
Huh? Who was that person? God Yaoguang? God Pangu? Or maybe Old Man Xuanji? Xiaoyu's mind froze again at this thought.
"Xiaoyu, don't get excited, let's take a look first." Zhou Yuanyuan felt that Xiaoyu's emotions were fluctuating greatly at this moment, so she quickly comforted her, but forgot to ask Xiaoyu what incredible function this ring had.
Zhou Yuanyuan was very tolerant. Whether Xiaoyu wanted to rob or steal the ring, she had to find the missing Wang Xuyang first. Whether Wang Xuyang was a cultivator or not, Zhou Yuanyuan felt that it had no impact on the incident.
Huh? Why does this jade bottle look so familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. Zhou Yuanyuan frowned.
Where have you seen such jade material and simple shape before?
Yes, it’s Wu Xiuyun.
When Wu Xiuyun was still in Kyoto, she had offered a Soul-Enriching Pill to offset her debt to Zhou Xi. Although Zhou Yuanyuan didn't accept the Soul-Enriching Pill, she remembered the small jade bottle that Wu Xiuyun had taken out, which was identical in shape and texture to the one Wang Xuyang was holding.
Is there any connection between Wang Xuyang and Wu Xiuyun? Or... are they both cultivators from the same sect? Zhou Yuanyuan speculated.
On the screen, Wang Xuyang uncorked a small jade bottle and poured out a round, brown pill. He tried to put the pill into his mouth, but stopped short.
"Hmph! Wen Ziqing, I won't let you off easily this time." Wang Xuyang put the pill back into the small jade bottle, put the lid on the bottle, and placed it under his pillow.
"Rejuvenation Pill, Master, Wang Xuyang has so many good things. This Rejuvenation Pill is much more advanced than Wu Xiuyun's Soul-Nourishing Pill last time." Xiaoyu couldn't help but shout again. Even through the "screen", Xiaoyu seemed to be able to feel that the pill in Wang Xuyang's hand was full of spiritual power. Rejuvenation Pill, as the name suggests, is a pill used by monks to heal their wounds. No matter how badly injured a monk is, after taking a Rejuvenation Pill, his body will immediately return to health.
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