Already gone? Qing looked at where the man was standing, but now it was just empty, and there was no trace of the man. Qing looked around for a while, and as he saw, there was no trace at all. Covering his wounds, he staggered to the position where the man had just stood, which was the thickest position of the entire underground parking column, according to the layout of the building design that Qing had accidentally seen before, it was one of the parts of the load-bearing structure of the entire hospital building, and it was also the closest pillar to Qing's position.

If the battle situation at that time was transferred to the position of that pillar, or even caused damage to the structure of the pillar, then the entire hospital would not be safe, if not easily-----。 I believe that that person is standing there with this purpose, if Qing still hasn't ended the battle at that time, and even the position of the fight has shifted towards that place, Qing estimates that he will attack everyone, thus stopping the battle. ---- Qing couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and at this time, Qing had already walked to that position.

The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes, Qing lowered his head, and there was a half-lit cigarette on the ground, which had already been trampled on. Next to the cigarette butt, against the edge of the post, was a small vial the size of a thumb. Qing bent down and picked up the small bottle, if Qing hadn't come over to take a look, maybe he wouldn't have noticed this ordinary little thing, it can be said that it was entirely because Qing had lived in the hospital for too long, so this kind of little bit of a big medicine bottle had naturally stopped paying attention.

Pinching it in his hand, Qing shook the small bottle, there was a movement of two pills placed inside, but the outside of the bottle did not have any packaging and instructions, it was simply a white shell, "Did the man leave it?" Qing couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and he couldn't be sure. After hesitating for a moment, Qing turned the bottom of the bottle to the sky, and the bottom of the bottle was still stuck with some cement powder, combined with the position of the bottle on the ground, there was no trace of circular dust accumulation, and it was obvious that the dust at the bottom of the bottle was the dust raised by Qing just now.

Seeing this, Qing pursed her lips, looked at the dimly lit parking lot, and decided not to spend too much time in this place. Blow off the dust from the bottom of the small bottle in your hand, stuff it into the pocket of your clothes, and walk to the stairwell with some difficulty covering the wound. However, compared to when he was in good health before, Qing deliberately paid attention to the elevator this time, because his current self is not suitable for strenuous exercise, and the long scratches almost cut through Qing's chest and abdomen, and no matter how vigorous the exercise is, it will collapse the wound that has just been glued with magic.

However, the display of the elevator in front of me is still running. Sighing helplessly, Qing took the fire axe that gave him a lot of convenience this time, and staggered into the stairwell. He staggered up the stairs, carefully keeping the wound from crumbling, and walked up step by step. Qing doesn't have much magic energy savings, and almost all of Qing's magic power is used to stop bleeding and glue the wounds on his body, if he accidentally collapses now------ then Qing can only use the most primitive method to find a way to get some needles and threads to sew himself---

It didn't take much time to go up to the third floor, and Qing couldn't help but feel a little glad that the floor he was on was only the third floor. Pushing open the door, Qing took the lead in looking around, and there was no movement. Qing then stepped out of the door of the safety exit, opened the red glass case that was not completely closed, put the axe back in its place, and closed it again. Everything was in order, and Qing slowly walked out, down the corridor all the way back to his hospital room, and stopped.

Qing looked at the wooden door in front of him, and he didn't know why he had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was. ----- stood and pondered for a moment, but finally Qing reached out and unlocked the door and walked into the house. Close the door, turn on the light, Qing glanced at the ward where he lived alone, the furnishings had not changed at all, the tables, chairs, and bedding were still the same as when he left at the beginning, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Qing took a deep breath and turned off the lights, and the room went from bright to dark in an instant. When he returned to the bedside, he took off the blood-stained hospital gown and put it aside, and Qing sat back on the bed. Looking out the window at the snowy sky again, Qing closed her eyes and began to regain her magic. The wound on his body is very deep and long, although it can be said to be a skin injury, and there is not much pain after a long time, but it still takes a lot of magic to recover his body---- and the hospital gown at hand, Qing still needs to think about whether to destroy it, or to save enough magic power to return to its original state.

Mana regenerates slowly, but much faster than the previous one! This battle may have played a lot of roles in it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but be green. This newborn body is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, as if Qing was thrown back to the starting point, but this is the real body, and it doesn't need the support of the Master, nor does it need the existence of a cause and effect line to have a foothold in the world------

The smile gradually disappeared, Qing silently continued to condense the magic------- some things will always hover in his mind as soon as he thinks of it, sometimes, Qing doesn't know whether to face it with a smile, or continue to be silent------ because at that time, there is no regret in the woman's voice, it is still consistently unsatisfactory, inexplicably appearing in front of his eyes, and disappearing silently. Everything he promised, but in exchange for the ending, only he survived ridiculously-----

The magic was quickly gathered, and it gathered in the wound along Qing's whole body. The faint glow of the light blue ** force spirit child, the wound healed minute by minute. One night. The night was spent silently, and the first to wake up Qing was the morning sun, which rose from the horizon with an orange-red light, and the soft light shone into the room through the window and shone on Qing's face. Frowning slightly, Qing slowly opened his eyes, all the time seemed to pass in an instant, Qing didn't feel anything, and he didn't know if he was asleep at all, because this time he didn't have that dream as usual, and he repeated the dream night after night.

Looking down at his chest, the wound was almost healed, and only five white marks remained, indicating that it would take some time for the wound to fully heal. Got up and walked out of bed, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood, Qing reached out and picked up the blood-red tattered clothes, the smell of blood emanated from it. And at this moment, a gentle knock on the door came into the house, and Qing couldn't help but fall.