I wouldn't have to stay in the hospital for too long this time, but I still needed a few days of treatment for the inflammation around my wounds.
The day before I was discharged, Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian came to see me together.
Both of them had something to say about how often I ended up in the hospital.
"Man, even when I was a cop, I didn't end up in the hospital as often as you."
Song Xiaotian was speechless. "Once you get out this time, why don't you get a gym membership? At least build yourself up a little. When you said you wanted to buy a few more medical insurance policies, I thought there was something wrong with your head. They might've actually beaten you brain-dead."
I sat up in bed and said earnestly, "Haven't you noticed how strong I already am?"
The two of them looked bewildered at that.
"Look, I've been beaten badly several times, but they've never managed to kill me."
"They just can't beat me to death! Isn't that strong enough?"
Meng Yifan: "..."
Song Xiaotian: "Strong. Incredibly strong! So damn strong I can't even argue!"
The next day.
I was discharged.
Sure enough, settling the bill cost me another hefty sum.
Song Xiaotian was right. I really did need to work out, or once I got old, once I reached Seventh Master's age, I'd be stuck in a wheelchair.
But that would have to wait a little longer. I still had things to take care of.
The first was to help Ding Ruoning pass on.
When we first captured Ding Ruoning and brought her back, she refused to let us help her pass on. She was extremely resistant back then, too. After Seventh Master brought her back, she started cursing him