Luo Tingrui picked up a towel, prepared to help wipe it off, but as soon as he wiped, he felt the sweat abnormally slippery, like the lubricants used in workshops.
Why would human sweat be ?
At this moment, Uncle Qin clenched his fist and smashed it down towards Xue Liangliang’s abdomen.
"Don’t!" Luo Tingrui couldn’t stop him in time.
Li Zhiyuan noticed that Uncle Qin’s fist didn’t actually land on Xue Liangliang, but stopped beforehand, yet the blanket on Xue Liangliang quickly sunk in.
A piercing scream immediately resounded throughout the entire ward.
Li Zhiyuan immediately covered his ears, but it was in vain; his eardrums were in severe pain, almost feeling like they were about to burst, as if his brain was being continuously struck by an iron hammer.
Luo Tingrui only faintly heard a strange sound just now, then looked at Uncle Qin in confusion, and finally turned his gaze to the boy crouched in the corner against the wall, wondering what was wrong with him.
Uncle Qin’s gaze, too, shifted to Li Zhiyuan.
A look of surprise appeared in Uncle Qin’s eyes, because he didn’t expect Xiao Yuan to have such a keen perception in this area.
He couldn’t help but recall Liu Yumei’s advice to him: Only teach him martial arts.
For such a child, should I really only teach him martial arts?
On Xue Liangliang’s side, after being induced to sweat and "falsely hit" with a punch, although he remained unconscious, he seemed much more relaxed.
Only then did Luo Tingrui let go of his worries, closed his eyes, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The screaming finally stopped, but Li Zhiyuan still felt a buzzing in his head.
He was about to get up using the wall for support, but just as he raised his head slightly, he noticed a pair of red embroidered shoes in the southwest corner of the room, above which were pale white ankles and red dress edges.
Above that, Li Zhiyuan didn’t know, as he dared not continue looking.
He had seen several corpses before, but none gave him such a strong sense of alertness and pressure.
She, was not something he could observe, not even secretly, for if he continued to look at her, a disaster would befall him immediately.
The "Jianghu Chronicles" had recorded some powerful corpses, using such a description... whoever saw them would perish.
Here it used "perish" not "die", but sometimes "perish" is more terrifying than death, such existence, even if only making eye contact, could bring immediate calamity.
Uncle Qin noticed Li Zhiyuan shifting his crouching position.
He followed the direction where Li Zhiyuan had initially looked, then turned back to Li Zhiyuan, feeling somewhat dry mouthed.
Not because of the woman now standing in the corner of the ward.
Xiao Yuan, can you actually see her too?
He knew Alii could see her, but what significance does it hold if Alii can see her?
She completely isolated herself in her own world, almost entirely cutting off from the outside world.
Yet this little boy, he can talk, act, and is lively!
Li Zhiyuan heard footsteps; they were Uncle Qin’s. He was moving from the bedside to the corner behind him.
Uncle Qin, went to find that woman.
And indeed, in Luo Tingrui’s line of sight, he saw that middle-aged man walk to the corner, stood there silently, as if reflecting upon his actions.
Luo Tingrui didn’t understand, of course, he also knew, if he could understand such matters, he wouldn’t be in his current department.
And Xue Liangliang, whose condition had improved, began babbling again:
"I don’t live here, I don’t want to stay here, I still have a career to pursue, I still have dreams to fulfill, you can’t keep me here, I don’t agree, I absolutely don’t agree!"
Luo Tingrui was puzzled, was it because Xue Liangliang’s condition had improved, so he spoke with more confidence and firmness?
Li Zhiyuan, with his back toward Uncle Qin’s direction, stood up, slowly moved to the bedside, and looked at Xue Liangliang.
He hadn’t heard the two previous nonsensical rants, just this one; lacking key information, he was also in a haze.
However, his own situation was also twisted, on one hand feeling very dangerous, on the other, feeling a sense of security because Uncle Qin was there.
Luo Tingrui pointed towards Uncle Qin in the corner to Li Zhiyuan, who shook his head at him; Luo Tingrui understood and stood still.
Xue Liangliang didn’t continue babbling, hence, the ward fell into a long eerie silence.
Uncle Qin broke the atmosphere.
He walked back to the bedside, and in front of Li Zhiyuan and Luo Tingrui, took off his vest and threw it on the IV stand.
Then, Uncle Qin’s index fingers of both hands began to draw continuously on his arms, shoulders, and chest.
Each stroke resulted in bruises of varying lengths and depths.
Any of these would have caused a normal person to cry out in pain, but Uncle Qin seemed as if he was just applying paint on himself.
His expression was very calm, as if he was doing something extremely simple and normal.
Luo Tingrui didn’t understand what this man was doing, but Li Zhiyuan realized when he saw the symmetry of the bruises on both sides of Uncle Qin that Uncle Qin was drawing a talisman.
Fingers as the brush, his body as the paper, and the paint was the new bruises he made.
After finishing, Uncle Qin walked to the door of the ward, and opened it.