[Recite the Situ website silently three times. Do you remember it? If you don’t remember, I’ll ask again in the next chapter. It’s best to share it on Facebook for me] When Zhao Xinxing got 50,000 yuan, he didn't even look at Zhao Xinyu and left happily. Not only Pang Mingyuan, but also Manager Zhao, who was responsible for the compensation, couldn't stand it. "Xinyu, what kind of brother are you? He is a scumbag. Why would you give such a brother fifty thousand?" "Mingyuan, take the remaining six thousand and pay back the money I paid for sending the school. We'll talk about the rest after I get better." Pang Mingyuan wanted to say something else. At this time, the nurse came in to check the ward. They could not stay and left the ward. At night, after the last nurse made rounds, Zhao Xinyu stared at the ceiling motionless under the dim light. After a long time, Zhao Xinyu took a deep breath, grinned, and struggled to sit up. When he sat up, he was already sweating profusely, and his face was covered with sweat. Looking at the empty room, Zhao Xinyu sighed, gritted his teeth and began to remove the bandages on his body. When all the bandages on his body were removed, he had turned into a bloody man again. "Grandpa, my grandson is unfilial. Now I am neither human nor ghost, and one of my legs is lame. I don't want to be a burden to you. In my next life, I will work as a cow or a horse to repay you." Just as Zhao Xinyu was struggling to get out of bed, he suddenly felt a heat in his chest. He subconsciously looked at the place where the heat was, and then froze there.
Under the guidance of his grandfather since childhood, he did not have any bad habits. Apart from drinking a little wine, he did not even smoke cigarettes when going out to party with friends. When he drank, he only drank medicinal wine brewed by his grandfather. I never get together with my classmates. But now there is a cyan mark on his chest. This mark is like a incomplete jade pendant. Part of the mark on his body is a piece of cloud that has just opened, and a round of cyan stars can be vaguely seen in the cloud. With a trace of doubt, Zhao Xinyu pressed his trembling hand on the mark, wondering when the mark appeared and why he didn't know it. Looking at the newly opened clouds and the faintly visible stars, Zhao Xinyu sighed in his heart, what if he could hide inside. . . . . . The next moment, he felt dizzy. When he reacted, he found that he was no longer on the hospital bed. He appeared in a gray space with an area of about three to four hundred square meters. Although the space is not large, the air is very fresh. Just taking a breath makes me feel an indescribable feeling of comfort, and the pain in my body seems to have been relieved a lot. Looking up at the sky, Zhao Xinyu was slightly startled. He saw that the clouds floating above were very similar to the clouds on his chest, and a blue star could be vaguely seen between the clouds. Looking at the clouds and mists floating in the sky, Zhao Xinyu was a little dazed. What kind of bloody thing was this? The plots in movies and TV series all appeared on his body. How could he enter the mark on his chest? Struggling to get up, Zhao Xinyu felt a slip in his hands and a wet feeling under his legs. He looked down and saw that he was lying in a piece of blue soil. He reached out and grabbed a handful. The soil seemed to be slippery. It's like grease and slips right through your fingers without being crowded. Living in the countryside, he has been growing vegetables and land with his grandfather since he was a child. Although he is not old, he knows what this kind of soil means to farmers. This is the most fertile soil in the eyes of farmers. Feeling the moist soil, Zhao Xinyu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but lying on the ground he could only see the foggy surroundings, and he couldn't see clearly what was in this space. Zhao Xinyu shook his head. He picked up his hand and wanted to wipe off the soil on it. When he picked up his hand, he was stunned again. He saw that there was only a layer of light cyan marks on his hand that was covered with cyan soil just now. The hands that were originally uncomfortable seemed to feel much better, and the bending and stretching were much better than before. Feeling the benefits of the blue soil, Zhao Xinyu looked at his scarred body, and the trace of despair in his heart slowly disappeared. The reason why he chose to study traditional Chinese medicine was not because it was cheap, but mainly because he had studied traditional Chinese medicine with his adopted grandfather when he was a child, and his grandfather's ambition was to make the declining traditional Chinese medicine glorious again. Although he was basically a useless person at this moment, when he felt the effect of the green soil, he suddenly felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. But the next moment, he thought that he had entered the mark on his chest without knowing what happened, and how to get out now. Just when the idea flashed in his mind, his mind fell into a trance again. When he came to his senses, he was back on the hospital bed again. If it weren't for the blue dirt marks on his body, he would have felt that he was still dreaming. Looking at the cyan marks on his body, Zhao Xinyu's tears suddenly flowed down. When the tears were gone, all the despair in his eyes disappeared. After spending a few minutes to tie the bandage again, he lay back on the hospital bed and soon fell asleep. . . . . . From this day on, Zhao Xinyu would enter that space every night late at night and wipe the scars on his body with blue mud.
In less than a month, Zhao Xinyu, who was judged by experts to need at least half a year to be discharged from the hospital, recovered and was discharged. However, compared with before, his delicate face was covered with black scars, and the left side of his face was even black because of the penetration of sand. Zhao Xinyu limped behind Pang Mingyuan, who came to pick him up. When he walked out of the hospital, Zhao Xinyu suddenly stopped. "Mingyuan, now we have graduated. How can I go back to school like this? Help me take out my things." Pang Mingyuan was slightly startled, "Xinyu, what are you going to do? If nothing happened, several hospitals would have looked for you. You..." Zhao Xinyu let out a long sigh, "I am neither human nor ghost, so I can scare people. If you want to save people, who dares to ask me to diagnose the pulse." "Then you plan to go back to your hometown to accompany the old man?" Zhao Xinyu shook his head, "Grandpa is old and ill. How can he accept me going back like this?" "what are you planning to do". "Delivery..." From this day on, many people in Pengcheng could often see a limping figure. No matter it was windy or rainy, people could see him. And even if you don't see him wearing the clothes specially made for delivering food, he will still be lame and pick up rags on the streets and alleys. Pengcheng's economy is developing rapidly, and the suburbs are full of high-rise buildings. However, there is a village called Xihanling in the northern suburbs of Pengcheng. Although Xihanling is close to Pengcheng, the most prosperous economy, unlike other villages around Pengcheng, Xihanling has a small population but covers an area of at least 30,000 acres. The reason why the entire Xihan Ridge has not yet been developed is mainly because there are ravines everywhere in the Xihan Ridge, and there is a large Cailiang Mountain Range that stretches across the village. The most terrible thing is that Xihan Ridge is still short of water. It is precisely because of the criss-crossed ravines and lack of water resources in Xihanling that many developers have been deterred. Therefore, while other areas are undergoing large-scale development, Xihanling still lags behind. There is a scrap collection station on a relatively flat area of more than ten acres at the junction of Xihanling and Pengcheng. Every afternoon, a man with one leg will stumble into this scrap collection station carrying several bags of scraps. . "Grandpa Xu, I'm back." That afternoon, a figure wearing a mask and a hat and lame on one leg entered the collection station carrying two large bags of waste. Throwing the two bags of scraps in an open space, the cripple staggered towards a row of dilapidated houses in the north of the scrap collection station. Before getting to a room, a faint cough came. The lame man shrank his eyes, said nothing, and pushed the door open. The room was very messy, empty wine bottles were everywhere on the floor, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. An old man with gray hair was lying on the bed, and there was some vomit on the floor. "Grandpa Han, you have drunk too much again." The owner of the voice took off his mask and hat, revealing a face full of scars and half of it black. Reaching the bedside, Zhao Xinyu reached out and put his hand on the old man's wrist. The next moment, his expression changed. He could feel that the old man's pulse was disordered and his life was in danger. [At the beginning of the chapter, I asked you to read it silently three times. Do you remember? Share on Facebook and there may be surprises]