"Isn't there a video showing someone freezing and preserving a severed limb? It should be for my brother's surgery."
Lin Qiaoni shook her head and said with a bitter smile: "Even if the operation is done well, it is impossible to return to the same state as before. He is such a strong person, how can he accept it if he just has an arm that is useless! Moreover, The person who was chasing him just escaped and will definitely come back again. Xu Qian must still be in crisis now."
Everyone was silent for a few seconds, and Lin Qiaoni took the lead and said, "Let's go to the capital tomorrow."
Shanshan didn't care, and directly echoed: "Okay! I want to go!"
Li Yuanxi was relatively calm, "It's easy to go, but when we get to the capital, where will we find him?"
"Special Branch Headquarters! Shanshan and I went there once."
Lin Qiaoni and Shanshan looked at each other, and they saw confidence in each other's eyes.
Early the next morning, in a villa in a compound in the capital.
Xu Qian woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Qianqian sleeping beside the bed.
"You're awake!" Han Qianqian is also a Martial Saint. It doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for a few days. Even if he falls asleep, he can wake up immediately if there is any movement.
"Well! Where is this?" Xu Qian looked around and found that this was a strange place.
"This is my guest room." Han Qianqian felt excited when she saw Xu Qian waking up. She immediately ran outside the door and shouted: "He's awake!" and then ran back.
Xu Qian got out of bed and found that he had changed into a set of pajamas.
"These are the clothes the guards changed for you..." She was worried that Xu Qian might misunderstand that she had changed the clothes, so she immediately dismissed herself.
The sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and the first person to come in was Han Song, Han Qianqian's grandfather, whom Xu Qian had met. But Xu Qian had never seen the two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, who came in immediately.
"This is my grandfather, these are my parents." This was the first time Han Qianqian introduced her family to a man, and she always felt weird.
"Hello grandpa, hello uncle and aunt." Xu Qian did not perform the monk's ceremony, but bowed one by one.
Han Song and Han Qianqian's father, Han Yuehua, stared at Xu Qian, as if they wanted to see something in him.
Han Qianqian's mother, Cao Guangjun, perhaps felt it was impolite to stare at someone like that, so she coughed lightly and said in a pleasant tone, "Xiao Xu, how are you feeling now?"
"I feel good and full of energy." Xu Qian was not talking nonsense. He was indeed at his peak at the moment.
"It's amazing. A broken arm can regenerate and return to its best condition so quickly. It's really strange." Han Song did not let Xu Qian go and asked directly: "How did you do it? Xiao Xu, it's convenient Say something?"
Although Han Qianqian didn't know where Xu Qian's ability came from, she didn't care about it. What she cared about was that it was best for Xu Qian to be safe.
As long as a monk knows the rules of a monk circle, that is, everyone has a secret, and exploring other people's secrets is a very impolite and even extremely offending behavior.
How could Han Song not know? If it was something else, he might not bother to ask, but the regeneration of severed limbs is really shocking. It is like scientists looking at a field where human research has not made progress for a hundred years. There is no hope of a breakthrough. Once it is understood and can even be taught and promoted, it will be great news to the vast number of monks in China, whether from the perspective of the immortal cultivator's own cultivation or from the perspective of benefiting the vast number of monks in China. It seems that Han Song has to ask about the inside story. Even if this old face is gone, it is still worth it.
"Grandpa!" Han Qianqian was reluctant at the side, "He has just woken up, why do you ask him such a question."
Han Song glanced at Han Qianqian, she really didn't want to be a good girl!
Xu Qian first performed the ancient ritual of a monk, and then smiled and said: "This junior had some adventures in the Tang Dynasty, and almost died in the place where monsters came from. After waking up, he had this ability. After all, I am not It’s very clear what’s going on.”
Xu Qian spoke vaguely, of course because he didn't want to make it clear, but it was also partially true. Before coming to Han Qianqian's house, he didn't know that he had this ability at all. He just had a very strange feeling. After his arm was cut off, he didn't have the panic and despair of ordinary people, but just like The feeling of losing something that is relatively expensive but not unaffordable. Later, a message from the body's instinct began to appear, that is, he felt that his arms could grow back. Although he also felt that this was a bit fanciful, this feeling became stronger and stronger, and it was so strong that it was natural. Degree.
After the battle between the rational brain and physical instinct, instinct finally defeated reason. He clearly realized that he could indeed regenerate a broken arm, so he proposed that he needed an unmanned room.
After the regeneration was completed, he was temporarily comatose due to excessive consumption. However, this coma was just an adjustment measure taken by the body to protect itself. It can be said to be a self-repair process, which is beneficial to the body. So when Xu Qianxing turned around After that, it is in its heyday.
He guessed that the acquisition of this ability probably came from dragon blood, but how could he tell Han Song this? It's not that I don't believe him, but it's just that it won't help. Can Li Rui be allowed to take out the dragon's blood and give it to China? Or should Xu Qian be captured and bled for research?
Therefore, he chose the answer that he couldn't explain clearly. In fact, he couldn't explain clearly either. Everything happened in confusion.
The expectation in Han Song's eyes turned to disappointment with Xu Qian's answer, and he said slightly incoherently: "I see, it's no wonder...it doesn't matter..."
Han Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her grandfather was no longer entangled in the matter. But before she could relax for a moment, her father Han Yuehua spoke again.
"Xu Qian, you have known Qianqian for more than a month. We have experienced life and death together this time, but your origin has always been a mystery to us. I will not treat you here today. As an outsider, I just want to ask you what your identity is."
As soon as this question was asked, Han Qianqian became really anxious. This question was a hundred times sharper than Han Song's!
Han Song's question was just to inquire about the privacy of Xu Qian's cultivation. Although this situation was rude, it was still understandable among the monks. But Han Yuehua's question is unusual. This is obviously to inspect his son-in-law's political review work. Ordinary families have to pay attention to being well-matched and well-informed. Even if their family does not pay attention to being well-matched, such a family must have a clear understanding of their identity and origins. Red.
How could Han Qianqian not hear it? Did her father want her to be embarrassed to see Xu Qian in the future?
Xu Qian also had a sharp ear and eyesight, and the meaning behind his words was very clear. He glanced at Han Qianqian with a slightly embarrassed look, and Han Qianqian lowered her head when he looked at him, not daring to look at him anymore.
"Uncle, my memory started more than three months ago. In this memory, I was born as a Chinese, and after death I became a Chinese soul. I have neither father nor mother, nor teachers nor sects. I am happy and carefree. I only do what I think is right, and I only care about the people I care about. I don’t have any ambitions, and I don’t mix right and wrong. I also want to know the origin of my identity, maybe this is what I want in my life.”
If he really didn't know his true identity at all before he got that memory, and now that he knows it, how can he tell it? Saying this now shouldn't be considered deceiving, because he does still have a lot of memories that he has yet to recover. Pursuing his own memories is still his current pursuit.
Such an answer did not satisfy Han Yuehua, but he had no choice but to sigh and say nothing more.
Cao Guangjun saw that the atmosphere was slightly unpleasant and immediately smoothed things over.
"Xiao Xu has just recovered and still needs to rest, so we won't disturb them and let them young people stay by themselves for a while!"
Han Song walked out without saying a word. Han Yuehua stayed for a second longer, then turned and left.
"Qianqian, I'll ask someone to bring breakfast in, and you guys can chat for a while." After saying that, Cao Guangjun also walked out of the room, and carefully closed the door, neither locking it nor leaving it wide open, as if he was just like Xu Qian The relationship with Han Qianqian is average at the moment.
