Inside the comprehensive building of the Fifth Hospital, the cleaning lady took the elevator to the third floor.
She was scheduled to clean the Dean’s office at this time, primarily for another reason—to confirm whether there were any issues with the "interaction" between the Dean and the special patient, Luo Di.
If there were any problems, she needed to report immediately to the hospital management, who would arrange for assistance right away.
As the auntie approached the office door, she faintly heard a strange noise, different from previous conversations or anything else—it sounded like a fight.
The auntie chose not to knock but quickly unlocked the door with a spare room card.
the scene in front of her was shocking, but there wasn’t the anticipated dangerous situation.
The Dean, who usually looked old and frail, was actually practicing Tai Chi Boxing with Luo Di,
each move precise and well executed.
Although the Dean was Italian, he had accidentally learned Tai Chi Boxing at a senior citizen’s event a few years ago and found it to be a very good form of exercise, practicing it daily.
From the Dean’s sweaty appearance, it seemed that the Tai Chi session had been going on for quite a while.
The sudden intrusion from the cleaning lady distracted the Dean slightly, causing him to unintentionally exert a bit more force.
The balance of the Tai Chi was immediately disrupted,
perhaps because the floor was rather slippery,
Luo Di’s retreating steps suddenly slipped, and he fell backward, his head hitting a metal coffee table in the reception area with a loud clang.
His head was cracked open, and blood began to flow.
The cleaning lady, standing by the door, was startled but quickly went over and used the medical gauze she carried to press on the bleeding spot on Luo Di’s head.
Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep, and it wasn’t a big issue.
After giving a thumbs up to the cleaning lady, the Dean immediately contacted the medical staff within the hospital.
Since the injury wasn’t severe, there was no need to send him to the city hospital; a little rest within the hospital should suffice for recovery.
However, the full body check-up for Luo Di was somewhat strange; although he had only engaged in half an hour of Tai Chi exercise with the Dean, he felt as though all the strength in his body had been drained.
Luo Di swiftly regained consciousness and gradually opened his eyes, triggered by a series of sharp pains coming from his spine, as if several needles were prickling the spaces between his spinal bones.
Different from before,
this time when he woke up, he wasn’t in the hospital nor in the psychiatric hospital.
A wisp of ash fluttered down; he was still lying in the Punishment Room, on the altar of the Preaching Room.
His memory was still stuck at the moment his shoulder was pierced by the bent hook, with no recollection of what happened afterward, and he was completely unaware that a new system had already been integrated into his spine.
Thinking back, it was still too naive; Mr. Hawke’s strength was beyond imagination, and such a spar couldn’t possibly happen under normal circumstances.
As Luo Di managed to stand up amidst the pain in his spine, he faintly heard a very soft conversation coming from above,
Mr. Hawke was actually hanging in the air chatting with the class president, and the specific content of their conversation was unclear.
They seemed very engrossed in their conversation, and even noticing Luo Di’s awakening, they showed no intention of coming down.
Only after their conversation ended did they slowly descend.
Mr. Hawke maintained a thoughtful expression, seeming to have gained many thoughts worth considering from his chat with Wu Wen.
"Your world is truly interesting... The so-called ’Corner’ is probably a very high-level spatial creation, even making your world ’lively,’ thus allowing you, Luo Di, to establish a connection with the True Hell despite such a vast distance.
Miss Wu’s ability to describe and her intelligence supply are far superior to yours."
Previously, Mr. Hawke was quite repulsed by abnormalities like Wu Wen, but now his attitude had completely changed.
Just as Luo Di wanted to say something, Mr. Hawke’s fingers had already touched his spine, with the tip of the bent hook gently scraping the surface.
"Congratulations, the ’Pain’ exclusive to our Order has now merged with your spine, becoming your second system, which will grow alongside your spine.
Additionally, about the nutritional intake needed for your spine, I must clarify,
To truly achieve saturation, you still need to adopt the method of the ’Spine,’ go to slaughter, go to war."
But if the spine is really hungry, or in urgent need of nutrition, "Suffering" can be used as a substitute. However, it can only be used as a temporary nutrient, considered like snacks or an emergency meal.
"Real staple food must be what a Spine should have."
As Mr. Hawke’s fingers glided across Luo Di’s entire spine like some massage technique, the piercing sensation hidden between the vertebrae completely vanished.
"Mr. Hawke, you wanted to turn me into this from the beginning, didn’t you?"
"What else? Would I nurture an individual from another force that I don’t particularly like? I’m not a good man; I’m just interested in you."
Mr. Hawke’s two fingers suddenly exerted force, using the tips to hook onto the fifth thoracic vertebra. Although it seemed like a light touch, it made Luo Di shudder and instantly stand at attention.
"The [Spine Type] you exhibit is something I’ve never seen before.
Perhaps once you’ve fully fed your spine,
and the Pain System within it also grows, this Spine Type will become even more perfect.
At least from my perspective,
your Spine Type displays and spine quality could reach [A] or higher.
In the future, if you can make contact with the Spine group, it’s best to keep a low profile initially.
The Spine community respects the strong, and since you are an outsider, early excessive showcasing might lead to your spinal cord becoming someone else’s food."
The fingers at the spine slowly withdrew, and Luo Di was freed.
"Alright, I still have to deal with matters in the Punishment Room; I’ve already spent too much time on you all today.
Remember to treat Miss Wu nicely, Luo Di, women who are understanding like her are rare. The female entities in True Hell are nothing like her, each one more terrifying than the next."
Hawke seemed to remember something unpleasant, his body trembling lightly.
This made Luo Di even more curious about what the class leader had discussed with Mr. Hawke during his unconscious state to have caused such a significant change in impression.
Luo Di even suspected it might be related to the class leader’s Pseudo-Person abilities,
back when they were still students, she could often win people’s utmost favor in just a few words, and every teacher in Fourth Middle School knew her, with a very favorable impression.
Hawke waved his hand, severing the worldly connection.
Once again gaining consciousness, Luo Di was sitting on a chair getting an IV, with his climbing bag hanging on him.
The old dean also stayed here waiting for his awakening and apologized face-to-face for accidentally injuring Luo Di.
Yet, Luo Di didn’t mind at all, instead, he was very thankful for the dean’s cooperation.
"Thank you, Dean, I’ll come again next time."
He stopped the IV, and left the Fifth Hospital as if nothing happened.
Leaving the dean and the nurses here looking at each other, the dean could only light a cigarette and silently return to his office to tinker with wire crafts, looking forward to Luo Di’s next visit.
Time had moved into the deep night,
After such a fulfilling day, he was already extremely tired.
The matters related to the class leader could only be postponed until tomorrow; he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Awakening from bed, Luo Di subconsciously looked towards the mattress under the bed, the class leader was nowhere to be seen.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar,
The sound of cooking from the kitchen, along with the aroma of the dishes, seeped through the door gap.
Luo Di curiously walked towards the kitchen, wanting to see what kind of breakfast the class leader was making.
Just as he approached the kitchen door and saw the woman standing at the stove, a cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Waves of heat surged from his spine, and he could even faintly hear the sound of an engine. Follow current novᴇls on novel_fіre.net