Chapter 5 The Flower of Tilans (Thanks to the leader of Disillution)

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When Heshia opened her eyes again, she saw a white ceiling in front of her, and there was the slight beep of the machine in her ears. Just as she was about to move her body, a burst of pain came from her whole body, which immediately made her stop this thought, and then The voice of electronic AI also came from the side.

[The patient has regained consciousness, please contact the station]

Is this a hospital? The girl smelled a familiar smell of disinfectant. She looked around and found a recliner beside the bed. A sturdy young man was sleeping there. He was covered with a quilt and his thick arms were exposed. .

She recognized this young man, his name should be He Cheng. He was from the same community, so he was a neighbor.

Soon, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a nurse in a light blue uniform walked in. She also pushed a trolley with various instruments on it.

"You're awake." The nurse said, and then skillfully checked the various indicators on the instruments beside the girl's bed.

"You're very lucky. When I saw you being brought in covered in blood, I thought you wouldn't be able to survive."

"But fortunately, there are no fatal injuries. The doctor also said that you were lucky and avoided the key areas." The nurse comforted Heshia, then carefully helped her sit up and asked where she still felt uncomfortable.

"Are you uncomfortable..." Hesia looked at her arms on both sides and felt the position of her neck.

There seemed to be no wounds on the neck, but the right arm was tied with a bandage and a fixator and could not be moved. Although the left arm was very sore, it was still generally movable.

After listening to the girl's description, the nurse nodded.

"It's similar to what the doctor said. This is a good thing. I'm afraid you might have suffered a concussion on your head or suffered a mental disorder due to severe stimulation."

"You're very brave. I heard someone say that not only did you not leave others alone, but you also tried your best to kill the person who lost control." As she said that, she gently hugged Heshia with her arms, and her hand was also on Heshia. Slowly stroking her hair.

"Um……"

The girl didn't know what to say, but a faint warmth lingered in her heart.

It felt like I hadn't been hugged like this for a long time.

After a moment, the nurse let go of Hesia and smiled again.

"Although little Tilan is fine, she still needs to do some tests. Come on, stick out your finger. I want to draw some blood."

Wow, the nurse sister is not an angel. The girl slowly raised her left hand with some fear of pain, and then turned her head to the side, not wanting to see the scene of being pricked by a needle.

"Okay, the blood drawing is over. There are still a few small checks later. Little Tilan just needs to run her extraordinary core."

"Yes." The girl obediently followed the instructions to operate the extraordinary core, and then output a little magic power.

"It's all normal. It seems like there's nothing serious." The nurse then put away the instrument.

"I'm going to submit the report. You will probably have to stay in the hospital for observation for the next two days. In the meantime, you can drink some water and eat something." After she finished speaking, she looked at the young man who was still sleeping next to her. Just slap him awake.

"Wake up, if you continue to sleep like this, Grandma He will come over and teach you a lesson." Compared to her gentle treatment of Hesia, the nurse sister was much rougher now.

"Who, who wants to teach me a lesson, who dares to teach me a lesson, I am..."

He woke up with a start. He rubbed his head and looked around. When he saw Hesia next to him, his eyes showed surprise.

"Ah, Tilan, wake up. I am Brother He from your neighborhood. Do you still remember that I usually transport the purchases in the community..."

"Remember."

The girl nodded, which made the other party even more excited, and she began to talk endlessly. It was roughly the day after Hesia fainted, several children ran out of the tunnel, called the adults, and then the neighbors took her to the hospital. Because this incident was so sudden and serious, it can be said that everyone in the surrounding communities knew about it, and the public security agency of Payin City also came over to investigate and make repairs afterwards.

"In my opinion, those guys are just talking. In the end, they will probably just add a few more surveillance points and repair the street lights." He Cheng shook his head, indicating that he had a lot of experience.

Hexia knew that He Cheng was specialized in community procurement and transportation. He was very well-informed about the surrounding areas and knew the working style of local organizations very well.

"What about the next few children? Are they okay?"

"It's okay. They only scratched their skin at most. It's no big deal. But you are making people worried." He Cheng shook his head, and then looked at Hexia with a solemn face.

"Do you know how scary the scene I saw when I rushed over was? There was blood everywhere, scratches from claws on the walls and the floor. You were lying there like a torn rag doll, with some of your bones exposed. It's beautiful but it's a pity. Why didn't you notice such a beautiful girl in the community before? Maybe you were too young before..." As he spoke, the topic in his mouth turned to another side.

"Ahem... Brother He Cheng, can you stop talking about this?" Hesia still felt extremely scared when she recalled the experience before she fainted, and she didn't want to hear it a second time.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore. You rest first. By the way, if you want to eat something, I'll buy it for you."

"Just a regular lunch."

"What do you mean by ordinary? If you want to eat, just eat the best. If you survive the disaster, you will have delicious food. You have escaped from hell. There is no need to save this money. Brother He will pay for it for you!" As he said, he took pictures. Beat your chest.

"Okay, let's have a T5-level set meal from 'Xiangzhufang'. The taste is lighter." Xiangzhufang is a civilian catering brand. A T5-level set meal under it is about 80-120 federal coins.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you. There happens to be a store nearby. You drink some water first." Then he walked out.

While waiting, Heshia drank some water, then leaned on the bed and slowly thought about how she survived.

At that time, she used the Jingling formula to convert magic power. After killing the enemy, her consciousness was very blurred. She could not see anything in front of her due to the loss of blood, and some auditory hallucinations began to appear in her ears. It seemed that someone was singing, and someone seemed to be talking to her. Talk in your ear.

The wound on her neck caused the warmth in her body to drain away quickly, and the blood choking into her trachea also made it difficult for her to breathe. She even had no energy to cough.

In the end, she could only rely on her weak remaining unconsciousness to repair her body, just like what she showed during the admissions review during the day.

Although there was no auxiliary stitching to align the wounds, his body seemed to be more fluent and skillful in manipulation, and there was no resistance. Perhaps it was in that unconscious state that he sewed up his rag doll.

Heshia carefully touched her neck with her fingers, and felt a delicate touch. She closed her eyes again and used her extraordinary ability to check her body. Except for some shadows on her lungs, her other internal organs were still intact. As for her right arm, it will probably take some time to heal, but she can speed up the healing herself...

Forget it, let's heal ourselves after being discharged from the hospital, otherwise it will be too surprising and unexpected. Heshia shook her head. Life taught her a lot. Don't expose your specialness unless necessary. This is also a way to protect yourself. method.

However, when Heshia checked herself, she suddenly noticed something different. The color of her hair seemed to have changed.

Fumbling around, she pulled up the hair on the back of her head in front of her body, and the gray hair turned into smooth black hair.

Alas, is this?

The girl looked for a mirror in a slight panic, and finally saw her face in the bathroom of the ward.

The dark and smooth long hair fell in front of her body, making the girl lose her former youthfulness and become somewhat gentle and charming. The once black eyes have now turned into a light blue color, like the only thing blooming in the dark world. The orchid has a dreamy charm in its tranquility.

Even though his facial features have not changed much, in terms of temperament, he seems to be a completely different person. He has an unforgettable charm and is the kind of person who cannot be forgotten after just one look.

"Do you know, Hesia, in the ancient elf records, there is such a kind of flower. Its grass leaves are not much different from those of weeds. It is usually difficult to distinguish them. When other flowers are in bloom, it is lonely. The smell stood in the corner, no one cared about it, and in autumn and winter, when other plants withered and turned yellow, it still remained green. It was not until a few years later that it struggled to bloom its only blue flower, and that The blue petals are so dazzling and beautiful in the cold wind and white snow."

In the memory, a woman who looked similar to Heshia was lying on the hospital bed, holding her little one in her hand, telling this story.

"I know, Heshia is a bit timid and afraid of strangers. She always dares not talk to others, but it doesn't matter. Even if your mother is gone one day, you can grow up strong and usher in your own season."

"Don't give up, Hesia, just keep going."

Soon after, her mother passed away, and as she stood in front of her tombstone to pay her respects, this was the last conversation Hesia could recall.

Hesia Tilan, 'Tilan' is the name of that kind of flower in the Elvish language.