I explained to the boy a little what I had to pay attention to when talking, so as to avoid a collapse at that time, and then Qing returned to his position. Pull up the curtain next to the bed, and sit cross-legged on the bed with a small space. The appearance of the Shadow Servant will be summoned to the present world in the next few days, Qing can't predict the exact time, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that the later the Shadow Servant appears, the magic power when summoning the Frame Servant will be doubled! Its strength will also be doubled!

Extracting magic power little by little, storing it little by little, although the amount of each time is not very much, but after a long time, in the past ten days, Zhongqing has gathered quite good magic power! At the same time, the body also increases the limit of the reserve magic power when the magic power increases, and the physical quality is also more powerful under the catalysis of the magic power. But these are far from enough in Qing's eyes! Even if the current self could have killed the extremely miserable shadow follower in an instant ten days ago, the intuitive sense of crisis told Qing all the time that the opponent who appeared this time would be even more powerful! It even made Qing feel the feeling of dying------

If that's the wrong information that intuition gives Qing, then Qing prefers to believe it's true! And firmly believe that it is true! Living in chaos, life and death are only in a thought, luck is the most undesirable idea, different from luck, simple luck is just your own personal thought, which is the catalyst that pushes you to death. A slight pain came from her whole body, and Qing gradually stopped condensing her magic power. I once condensed my magic power at night, and I didn't stop to rest until I reached the limit, and now my body has not fully recovered from the state, and excessive condensation of magic will make my body eroded by magic, but Qing just doesn't want to let the limited free time completely spend on rest.

Lying on your back on the bed, looking at the white ceiling. The sense of crisis of the shadow servant's arrival made Qing anxious, but at the moment, Qing with limited means couldn't do more, and the erosion of magic caused by excessive exchange of life force for magic power had long made Qing understand that kind of pain, and the still pale hair at the moment was the best embodiment, but because the body was reshaped, it should have been given a layer of darkness.

It is not advisable to exchange the health of the body for magic to guard against the battle, and Qing slowly manipulates the magic in the body to gradually repair and strengthen the quality of the body. Regardless of that battle, Qing was most concerned about whether his body could fight, followed by his mental condition, and then his magic power. This may be that Qing didn't care too much about the saving of mana in the battle before his death, which caused Qing to pay attention to the amount of mana in the end, but if he broke his body and obtained mana, then when it came to the battle, no matter how much mana he had, there was no intact body that could play a role.

Before you know it, it's noon. What woke up Qing was the sound of the ward door pushing open and the dining cart pushing, but this time the footsteps pushing the dining cart were completely different from usual, like a different person. Getting up from the bed, Qing stretched out her hand and opened the curtain, looking at the person who was pushing the dining cart and distributing lunch. It was a male hospital worker, talking to the children in the ward, looking jerky, as if explaining something, a young person he didn't know.

The medical staff seemed to feel Qing's gaze, and looked at Qing, just a little eye contact, the man was stunned, and the words that he was explaining were also stuck in place. "Hey! ~~ I'm here! ~" Another voice came from the door that was not closed, it was the voice of the little nurse who was supposed to deliver the food normally, but she seemed to be deliberately abiding by the rules in the hospital that no loud noises were allowed, so she also lowered her voice when calling Qing.

"Ordinary people should not be able to hear it," Qing looked at the little girl who was wearing her private clothes instead of a nurse's uniform, and she was standing at the doorway carrying a large black bag. After Qing saw her, she bypassed the medical staff in a daze, and quickly came to Qing's side, "I've kept you waiting, hehehe~ I'm really sorry." As she spoke, the little nurse put the big black bag on Qing's table, "If it's in the southern region, the weather is not too cold, but we are still in the season when we are prone to colds, so I have prepared this for you!" After saying that, the little nurse pushed the black bag in front of Qing.

Although it is difficult for things like viruses to erode Qing again, Qing also nodded in approval, after all, if you want to go out, wearing a thin hospital gown is too abrupt, and it will be much better to have a coat or something. Thinking about it, Qing thanked him and took out the padded jacket from the big black bag. "It seems that ---- is a little too big----" Qing looked at the unusually wide cotton jacket in his hand, it was a brand new clothes, but there was a faint smell of camphor that had been stored for a long time. But the main thing is its striking size, which is as fat as a Soviet military coat during World War II----

"This ---- is actually a Christmas gift that I bought for my brother not long after I worked, but because there was a little omission when I bought it, I didn't pay attention to this---- and then I didn't find out until I put it in the gift box, so I haven't been able to give it out, and then it's hidden in my closet indefinitely------" The little girl poked her fingers and looked very embarrassed at Qing, "That~ I hope you don't mind!" ”

"Don't mind, it's going to be your mantra." Qing said and put the wide clothes on his body, to be honest, Qing really didn't care much about his clothes, after all, the most he wore in front of him was either iron armor or simple leather armor, ordinary civilian clothes were worn very rarely, and over time it became a habit, and even Qing thought that he might not be able to change it in this life.

"---- mantra? Hey, hey, hey~ That's pretty good---" The little nurse looked a little depressed, and her original radiant vitality seemed to have diminished a lot. Inevitably, Qing also noticed these "Huh? Did something happen? "Ah, I was harshly lectured by the doctor------ uh-huh! Nothing! Not really! ~"The little nurse, who was originally depressed, seemed to be full of all her physical strength in an instant! Beads of sweat were on her forehead, and she shook her hands vigorously to deny what she had just said as if she had said it unintentionally.

"Is it ----。?" Qing looked at the little girl for a while, and as her confidence gradually weakened, Qing then withdrew his gaze from looking at her. The little nurse was lectured by the female doctor, in fact, this Qing was already expected, after all, Qing cut off the strategy on their side, and this stupid girl was not yet conscious, and it was inevitable to be preached.