How Badly Must He Have Been Hurt?

When he got home, Jiang Changkong thought it over, took out 16 points, and added them to Iron Cloth Shirt.

Another surge of power appeared inside him, and a faint sheen rose over his skin.

His strength increased again, his spirits improved quite a bit, and the feeling of exhaustion was swept clean away.

But he still felt a little sleepy. It seemed he would need Iron Cloth Shirt at perfection after all.

Jiang Changkong: ordinary person

Iron Cloth Shirt: Great Accomplishment 1/100.

Essence, energy, and spirit: 5

It had already reached Great Accomplishment. Next came perfection, then surpassing perfection.

Essence, energy, and spirit could upgrade without limit. He wondered whether it could upgrade a perfected Iron Cloth Shirt.

And after the improvement, he felt his entire body strengthen in every aspect; even his hidden injuries had mostly healed.

That made him a little excited, and he lay in bed for two hours before finally falling asleep.

The next day, he went to work as usual.

He had just finished arranging the tables and chairs when Ji Ziling arrived.

Zhou Wen had something to do and would not be coming today.

"Thank you so much."

Before long, a woman arrived—the same woman from yesterday.

"It was what we should do," Ji Ziling said calmly.

"If it weren't for Doctor Ji, my man wouldn't have survived yesterday."

The woman said this with immense gratitude, not forgetting Jiang Changkong either. "And you too, young man. My man is slaughtering cattle right now. In a bit, we'll bring you some fresh beef."

He had recovered that quickly and was already slaughtering cattle again?

Was this world's medical ability a little too powerful?

Jiang Changkong was shocked inside, but he also felt it was only natural.

"No need," Ji Ziling said.

"Slaughtering cattle? Can I take a look? I don't want the beef. I just want to watch," Jiang Changkong said.

"Take a look? Of course, no problem," the woman hurriedly said.

"No," Ji Ziling said with a frown. "You can't see knives."

Jiang Changkong gave a dry laugh and said, "I'm fine now. Don't worry, absolutely nothing will happen to me. I'll just watch."

Ji Ziling's brows knitted even tighter.

"He'll only watch, Doctor Ji. It'll be fine. I definitely won't let him touch a knife."

The woman hurriedly spoke up. She wanted to thank Jiang Changkong, and since he wanted to watch, of course she would take him.

"Fine," Ji Ziling agreed.

"Come on, come on. They're slaughtering right now."

The woman cheerfully led him over.

The place where they slaughtered cattle was not far, just behind the vegetable market.

The woman's name was Li Xiaohua, and the one injured yesterday was her man, Liu Kui.

Yesterday, when they were slaughtering a cow, they had failed to restrain it properly and had been gored by it.

Following Li Xiaohua, he arrived at the slaughtering site.

Essence, energy, and spirit +1 +1...

Essence, energy, and spirit stirred wildly. This one trip was worth several walks through the vegetable market.

Because there was not just one cow being slaughtered here.

There were also many meat vendors slaughtering pigs and sheep.

Cattle had the most essence, energy, and spirit, followed in order by sheep, pigs, and dogs.

Li Xiaohua gave him a small stool.

He sat there watching, and only left an hour later, when there was no more essence, energy, and spirit.

He also said he would come again in the afternoon, and Li Xiaohua smilingly said he was welcome.

Freshly slaughtered cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs had the most vigorous essence, energy, and spirit.

This time, he gained 13 points, bringing the total to 18.

If he could get this much again in the afternoon, then before long, he would be able to bring Iron Cloth Shirt to perfection.

When he returned to the clinic, Ji Ziling saw that Jiang Changkong had no injuries on him and was relieved.

This habit of stabbing himself at the drop of a hat seemed to have gotten better.

Business at the clinic was not busy. There had still been people a few days ago, but now there was no one left.

Even those with a bit of broken skin had been treated, and there really were no injured people nearby now.

Jiang Changkong sat in a chair while Ji Ziling played on her phone.

Not until noon did Ji Ziling put down her phone and go make lunch.

Glancing at the phone, he saw a message:

"Baby, when are you coming back?"

Ying Yanxue: "I treated you like my best sister, but you wanted to sleep with me!"

Jiang Changkong was stunned. He seemed to have discovered some unspeakable secret.

The phone went dark. Ji Ziling had already gone into the kitchen.

He suddenly remembered that when they had first met, when she stabbed him, what Ji Ziling had been gripping was a dagger.

Afterward, she had even wiped her hands.

Yesterday evening, when that heavily injured man had collapsed, she had gone to support the woman instead.

This Ying Yanxue should be that woman surnamed Ying from the clinic.

Prying into other people's secrets was not a good thing, so Jiang Changkong pretended he knew nothing.

It was not as if he had never seen this sort of comrade in his previous life. It was just a bit of a pity.

Such a pretty person—no wonder the boys at Martial Arts School had not pursued her.

"Time to eat."

Half an hour later, Ji Ziling finished making the meal and called him over to eat together.

Every day, Ji Ziling cooked, and he washed the dishes.

In the afternoon, there still were not any injured people coming over, so Jiang Changkong went early to watch the afternoon slaughtering.

He scraped by until twelve again.

Total points: 30.

"Your Iron Cloth Shirt has reached major accomplishment?"

As soon as he entered the clinic, Ji Ziling spoke up.

"Mm. I broke through by luck," Jiang Changkong said.

Ji Ziling nodded and said nothing more.

After learning her secret, Jiang Changkong did not feel there was anything wrong with it either.

As for that distant attitude, Zhou Wen had some damn sense of it in his heart.

At night, after getting off work, he left.

Jiang Changkong did not go home. Instead, he went to the hospital.

Where were there the most injured people? Of course it was the hospital.

Only, to his disappointment, the injured people in the hospital had all stabilized their injuries, and their essence, qi, and spirit were long gone.

A wasted trip.

Could it be that he had to make a move on himself again?

Better wait a little longer. Right now, he had the slaughterhouse to get essence, qi, and spirit from.

He went home to sleep, then continued working the next day.

Who knew where Zhou Wen had run off to. The next day, he still did not see him.

As usual, he went to watch the slaughterhouse. Today was relatively lucky; he got 15 points in the morning.

In the afternoon, he got 13 points.

He had 58 now. If this went on, the day after tomorrow, Iron Cloth Shirt would be perfected, and his hidden injuries would all be completely eliminated too.

His little days passed peacefully. Every day he went to work, watched the slaughtering, and gathered essence, qi, and spirit.

At night, he went to the hospital. What if his luck was good one of these days?

Beautiful as could be.

Just as he had expected, another two days passed, and he gathered enough essence, qi, and spirit points.

Essence, qi, and spirit: 115.

He directly added one hundred points, and Iron Cloth Shirt improved once more.

Iron Cloth Shirt: perfected 1/400.

His strength increased a little again. If he carried the middle-aged man now, he could lift him with one hand.

There was no longer any discomfort in his body. His spirits were bright and vigorous, and even at night, he would not grow sleepy.

He was completely healed!

Next came surpassing perfection and entering Martial Arts School!

After work, he went home, planning to swing by the hospital again.

He had only just left the shop when a bloodstained figure appeared in his line of sight.

"Changkong, hurry and go call Senior Ziling."

The bloodstained figure spoke urgently.

"Brother Zhou Wen?"

Jiang Changkong froze. This person was Zhou Wen—how was he this badly hurt?

Essence, energy, and spirit +5, +3...

Holy shit, how many kinds of injuries had he suffered?

After obtaining essence, energy, and spirit, Jiang Changkong felt not the slightest excitement. He hurriedly supported Zhou Wen. "Work's over now. Ji Ziling has gone back too."

"Gone back?"

Zhou Wen's face turned pale.

"What exactly happened?" Jiang Changkong frowned. "Do you have her number?"

"My phone got snatched by that dog-spawned bastard."

Zhou Wen's expression twisted ferociously, then in an instant he said in panic, "Run, quick! They're coming after us."

Jiang Changkong looked over and saw two figures appear in his line of sight.

"I'll carry you and run."

Jiang Changkong hoisted Zhou Wen onto his back while taking out his phone. "You make the call."

"Changkong, put me down. You can't outrun them," Zhou Wen said urgently.

Jiang Changkong ran as fast as he could. "If I can't outrun them, then I can't. Worst case, I get beaten up. There are cameras everywhere. Would they dare kill someone?"

Zhou Wen said, "They're my classmates. Of course they wouldn't dare kill anyone, but beating you up is a sure thing."

"You notify Ji Ziling first."

Jiang Changkong said nothing more and ran for his life.

Zhou Wen had treated him pretty well, and besides, Zhou Wen was constantly leaking essence, energy, and spirit.

Obtaining it nonstop like this, he really couldn't bear to give it up.

Next, he was about to set about surpassing perfection and entering Martial Arts School.

Zhou Wen was a Martial Arts School student. Once he got into the school in the future, Zhou Wen would be his senior.

Building a good relationship with him would bring quite a few benefits.

As for getting beaten?

He had even been stabbed by a knife before. So what if he took a beating?

Mm, he still had a small dagger in his pocket. If necessary, he could give it a try.

That dagger of his—Ji Ziling clearly had no intention of returning it to him.

He could only buy a new one and keep it in his pocket. When necessary, he could farm a little.