When Wei Curcuma opened his eyes, he could feel a tickling sensation coming from his back, and his arms could not use any force at all.
His brain shut down for a long time before he could recall what had happened.
The nurses around him saw that he was awake and tried their best to keep him lying down.
"Your spine was almost broken when it came. Lie down immediately or the crack may appear again!"
The head nurse sighed and took off her mask, revealing a face that was much younger than expected.
"Although soul pressure can speed up healing, if not cultivated and dealt with properly, hidden diseases will continue to accumulate until they explode at a certain moment."
"Okay, please..."
Wei Curcuma has always been very obedient. He lay back on the hospital bed obediently and looked up at the ceiling.
Although the injuries to his hands were not as life-threatening as those to his back and spine, they were much more serious and there were still no signs of recovery.
"Sister nurse, that girl... how is she now?"
Wei Curcuma was silent for a long time before he asked timidly.
"You're talking about Li Zixin, right?"
"Um..."
The nurse's tone was very serious, which made Wei Curcuma's heart fall to the bottom.
"She was not breathing even before she was brought here..."
"...!"
Wei Curcuma wanted to say something, but something stuck in his throat, and he was so frustrated that he couldn't say anything for a while.
He felt something in his chest, suffocating like a boulder, and his breathing became a little heavy.
"she....."
Wei Curcuma wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"But until the last moment, she was still a human being and died as a human being without turning into a horrific abnormality..."
"Classmate Wei Zeshu, you have done well enough. No one in this situation can do better than you are now."
The nurse put a drawing board in front of Wei Curcuma, and he could tell that it was the drawing board that Li Zixin held every day.
But today was the first time he saw what was painted on this drawing board.
Painted with light watercolors, the colors and brushstrokes throughout the painting are light and light, except for the sunset outside the window, which is particularly bright and magnificent.
The painting was of the classroom. In the painting, she and the missing girl were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the sunset outside the window.
Their hair color is all light, and the tips of their hair are almost transparent, as if they will dissolve and disappear in this beautiful sunset in the next second.
Although most of the tendons were still in a ruptured state, he forcefully placed his hand on the painting and gently rubbed it.
Wei Curcuma's fingers couldn't stop trembling, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only condensed into a slight trembling sigh.
"I'm so useless..."
He slowly lowered his hand and closed his eyes.
The girl who was a little scared and huddled up, but had a bit of a venomous tongue appeared in his mind again.
The girl who cried and apologized under the sunset, the mature and steady senior who shook hands with him and reliably activated the barrier the moment he escaped from the campus, those police officers and industry workers who died unexpectedly...
He knew it wasn't his fault, but that didn't mean he could accept it right away.
Although he had the experience of defeating anomalies on his own, in a real confrontation with an anomaly that entered the stream, the casualties on the human side were heavy, and this had a huge impact on Wei Curcuma.
The corners of Wei Zeshu's mouth tightened downward, forming an arc of patience. The nurse did not comfort him anymore, but quietly left the single ward to give him some space and time to be alone.
"How is his injury?"
"The speed of recovery is unbelievable, but the psychological damage may be even worse..."
"There is no way. This is the first threshold that every deviant must face."
Xuan Qing coughed and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a tissue. There was still blood seeping out of it.
"Reality is not a heroic movie, nor is it a cool novel. Suppressing anomalies will inevitably be accompanied by sacrifices..."
Xuan Qing's face turned a little pale, and he waved his hand to signal the nurse not to pay attention to him, and opened the door of the ward directly.
He crumpled the blood-stained tissue into a ball and hid it in his hand. He put the hand behind his back and looked at Wei Curcuma on the hospital bed.
"I always feel like this scene has happened once before."
Xuan Qing smiled, walked to the bed and sat down.
"You were only a high school student at that time, but your injuries were much more serious than they are now."
Wei Curcuma saw the visitor clearly and nodded while lying on the hospital bed.
It did happen once. It was only a few months ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago.
"This is your first time facing an anomaly, but to be honest, the level of tragedy is a bit too high... Do you mind if I smoke one?"
Xuan Qing took out a pack of soft-packed cigarettes from his arms and asked Wei Curcuma if he could smoke one. The latter nodded slightly.
Xuan Qing took out one stick and held it in his mouth. Then he habitually used his wrist to shake out the other stick from the soft bag and handed it to Wei Curcuma.
The latter shook his head. He didn't have the habit of smoking, and the muscles in his hands were torn and he couldn't hold such a thin cigarette.
"What a pity. This is a good thing. It can relax your tense nerves."
Xuan Qing lit the cigarette, took a long puff, and started to puff away the smoke, ignoring the no smoking written on the ward.
After taking a few puffs, he squinted and took out a transparent rectangular package from his side. The eight-sided ancient sword was quietly placed inside. Wei Eshu could see that the bottom of the transparent package was still a little dark. Red blood deposits.
"You have solved the anomalies, hindered the purpose of defeating the immortal, and survived yourself. You have completed all these. You can also seize the opportunity to give it a fatal blow, and even peel off a handful of high-level ancient relics."
Xuan Qing showed Wei Curcuma the long sword that he had pulled out from the body of the Bing Jiexian, which was already in a stable state, and scratched his hair with the hand holding the cigarette.
"In the words of our industry, you are an out-and-out genius, and that's what you do!"
"Although the results of this crackdown were extremely tragic, you did a good job. No one else could have done better than you."
"In place of the deceased Level E guide, I helped you write the suppression report and gave you full marks."
Xuan Qing comforted Wei Curcuma in this way.
"Although the girl could not be saved and many people died, the confrontation is like this. How can everything go as everyone wishes?"
Xuan Qing took another puff of cigarette silently.
"The Class E who died, Li Mingzhen, was my senior. When I was a student, his first task was to serve as my guide."
Xuan Qing pointed at Wei Curcuma and then at himself.
"It's a bit like our current situation."
"Perhaps his talent in soul pressure is not as good as yours or mine, so he is always stuck in Level E, but he is very careful and reliable, and it has nothing to do with his level. He is a senior worthy of my respect."
He didn't say anything more, he just smoked harder, and in an instant he smoked all the cigarettes until only the tail was left.
"Those who become the ones who suppress the deviants must have already prepared their inner consciousness."
