Chapter 86

The next day!

The Ninth Hospital of Sanzhen City!

Intensive Care Unit!

Zheng Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.

Yesterday, Zheng Xiaotian was brought to the hospital. After all, he had lost a lot of blood and eventually passed out. First, his wounds were stitched, and then he was treated. Actually, there was nothing much to treat; he was not in mortal danger.

Zheng Xiaotian lay in the hospital for a whole night. Although he was not in mortal danger, the areas that needed surgery were operated on, and the areas that needed stitches were stitched. His recovery would take about half a month if it went well, or a month if it went poorly. During this time, he would not be able to engage in any strenuous activities.

"Ah..." Zheng Xiaotian sighed.

Zheng Xiaotian's cultivation had completely dropped to zero. He had finally reached the Foundation Establishment stage, but now he was back to the beginning, unable to even practice Qi cultivation, and he could not even generate Qi. If he could suddenly generate Qi by practicing casually, it would be fine. The key issue was that he could not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body. His body had recovered, but his meridians had not, so...

Creak!

The door opened, and three figures, two women and one man, walked in.

Lin Ziyuan and Chu Ling'er sat down on either side of Zheng Xiaotian's bed, while Li Yuncong stood at the foot of the bed.

"This scene reminds me of a Hong Kong movie where the suspect is being interrogated, and the suspect is a patient," Zheng Xiaotian said with a smile. "There's no need to interrogate me; I'll confess everything. My name is Zheng Xiaotian, male, and I like women. I don't like bad food, but I like all good food. That's it!"

"Let's talk about something serious," Li Yuncong said.

"Then you talk. Whatever serious matter you want to talk about, we'll talk about it," Zheng Xiaotian said.

"The person who attacked you, if I'm not mistaken, should be an assassin," Li Yuncong said.

"From the looks of it, with such good skills, it must be an assassin," Zheng Xiaotian nodded.

"May I ask how you got on the assassin's bad side?" Li Yuncong pressed.

"I think you're being humorous. An assassin wants to kill you, and I ask you how you got on their bad side. Do you even know? Is it that we have to insult each other, and I have to ask you, 'Brother Yuncong, are you an assassin? Are you retaliating against me?' If you are an assassin, I won't insult you," Zheng Xiaotian looked at Li Yuncong.

"I was trying to help you. But your attitude right now makes it impossible for me to help you," Li Yuncong shook his head. "So, I've decided. I won't help you. As for you, do whatever you want, whatever you feel like doing."

"How can you talk like that?" Lin Ziyuan glanced at Li Yuncong, then at Zheng Xiaotian.

Zheng Xiaotian had forgotten that his salary had not been paid yet. The feeling of being threatened and not getting paid was truly not pleasant. In the future, he would find a job that pays daily. What kind of job pays daily? Yes, there is one. A writer, who gets paid daily. Yes!

"Cousin, you should still help investigate. If someone wants to harm my bodyguard, it's definitely aimed at me. You're helping me!" Lin Ziyuan said to Li Yuncong, then turned to Zheng Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, you're already sick. If I fire you, it would violate labor laws. But I'm not a person without principles. So, I won't violate labor laws. You can lie here, and I'll still pay you."

Chu Ling'er thought to herself, if you fire the bodyguard, I'll take them in. Now, you're not firing them. What's going on?

"Just rest well," Lin Ziyuan said to Zheng Xiaotian.

"Uh!" Zheng Xiaotian's eyes darted around.

"Do you have anything else you want to say to me?" Lin Ziyuan guessed that Zheng Xiaotian wanted to say something.

"Yes, of course," Zheng Xiaotian nodded, "I just want to say that you haven't paid me my salary yet."

"That's not urgent. You're in the hospital, and you don't lack money. You might stay here for a month. So, I'll pay you two months' salary when you're discharged. I even gave you a red envelope with ten thousand yuan. Do you think I'll default on your salary?" Lin Ziyuan smiled.

Zheng Xiaotian was afraid of this topic. Mentioning it made him feel unhappy and depressed. Anyone who had recovered such a large sum of money would expect a commission of more than ten thousand yuan. But this stingy person, actually, actually...

Thinking about this, Zheng Xiaotian was almost in tears. His eyes were misty!

"Alright, alright, rest well!" Lin Ziyuan left.

Chu Ling'er stood up and left as well.

Li Yuncong glanced at Zheng Xiaotian and then turned to leave.

Zheng Xiaotian lay in bed, his hands behind his head, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He thought, damn it, Lin Ziyuan is a disaster. He had worked so hard, risking his life several times, and just returned from a mission. Then, just by accompanying Lin Ziyuan to sing, he was targeted by an assassin, and now he had to lie in bed for a month. What was this? His month of rest was completely ruined, right?

The more Zheng Xiaotian thought about it, the more he felt不甘心 (unwilling to accept it) and the more he felt upset. He needed to do something.

Zheng Xiaotian sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the spiritual energy in the air, and tried to absorb it into his body.

The spiritual energy, once absorbed into his body, immediately dispersed.

Zheng Xiaotian tried to absorb it again.

Again, it dispersed.

He tried to absorb it with effort.

He tried to absorb it persistently.

He tried to absorb it endlessly.

He tried to absorb it, ready to give up.

Zheng Xiaotian gave up, completely. No matter how many times he tried to absorb it, it simply could not be fixed in his body. It could be said that the true energy could not form a circulation in his body. The problem seemed to be in his chest. The true energy could not circulate from his heart, so it dispersed as soon as it was absorbed.

"Ah, feeling depressed," Zheng Xiaotian stood up. He decided to go for a walk. Change the air, and who knows, maybe he would have some kind of encounter? It's not like he would meet an assassin in broad daylight, right? As long as he didn't meet an assassin, there would be no problem.

Others, after heart surgery, would have to lie in bed for a long time. Zheng Xiaotian could walk after lying in bed for just one night. In fact, during the time he was persistently absorbing spiritual energy, although it dispersed instantly, it still helped to heal his wounds slightly. By the time he was ready to give up, his wounds had almost healed, and only needed to be stitched. He didn't have X-ray vision, so he couldn't see it.

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