When Xu Zhihan woke up, he first smelled a very faint scent of medicine.
It was not the medicine of the Xu Family.
There was no trace of that sleep-inducing filth.
He opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling of the Special Investigation Bureau's medical room. The instruments beside the bed worked quietly; the sound was not loud, but to him, it was still noisy.
He frowned slightly.
The person guarding the bedside moved instantly.
"Awake?"
Lu Wenchuan sat in the chair nearby, his jacket draped over the back of the seat, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The corners of his eyes were a bit red, making him look as if he had not slept all night.
Xu Zhihan looked at him for two seconds, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Why are you still here?"
Lu Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Is that your very first sentence upon waking up?"
Xu Zhihan closed his eyes briefly: "Noisy."
Lu Wenchuan lowered his head to glance at the instrument nearby, reaching out to turn down the prompt volume slightly.
"Like this?"
"You're noisy too."
Lu Wenchuan: "..."
Song Zhixia, who had just stepped through the door, heard this line and paused in her steps.
She glanced at Lu Wenchuan, her tone calm: "He's right."
Lu Wenchuan leaned back into the chair, smiling with a somewhat defeated air: "Doctor Song, does your medical team have something against me?"
Song Zhixia placed the inspection form by the bed: "If you spoke a little less, we could all have some peace and quiet."
Xu Zhihan found this sentence pleasing to the ear.
Song Zhixia walked to the bedside, routinely checking his pupils and heart rate. Xu Zhihan disliked people getting too close and kept his brow furrowed, but this time he did not dodge.
Because he knew Song Zhixia had no malicious intent.
After checking the data, Song Zhixia's complexion was not very good.
"Your mental fluctuation was overloaded yesterday, and your body can't handle it. Logically speaking, you should be unconscious for at least three days."
Xu Zhihan said indifferently: "Woke up too early?"
"Absurdly early."
"Then shall I sleep again?"
Song Zhixia choked slightly.
Lu Wenchuan couldn't help laughing out loud nearby.
Xu Zhihan looked toward him.
Lu Wenchuan immediately raised a hand: "I didn't laugh."
Xu Zhihan expressionlessly: "Do you take me for blind?"
Song Zhixia lowered her head to record, the corners of her mouth twitching before she quickly suppressed it.
The atmosphere in the medical room was much cleaner than the Xu Residence. Xu Zhihan hated hospitals and also hated being examined, but at least here no one was covered in sin lines while faking concern.
He leaned against the head of the bed, his throat still aching somewhat.
That thing yesterday mentioned a Divine Spark.
Xu Zhihan remembered it very clearly.
Ever since he woke up, his memories of his past life had remained fragmented. Before the divine throne shattered, it was as if someone had forcefully excised a section. Now that this thing from the Old Gods Society suddenly mentioned a Divine Spark, it meant this world had a connection to the events before his transmigration.
This put him in an even worse mood.
Troubles coming one after another.
Song Zhixia put away her stethoscope and asked, "What is the Divine Spark you mentioned yesterday?"
Lu Wenchuan also looked at him.
Xu Zhihan was silent for a moment: "My own thing."
Song Zhixia frowned: "Can you be clearer?"
"No."
This answer was very crisp.
Song Zhixia was not surprised either.
She had seen all the data from the testing room yesterday. The mental core inside Xu Zhihan was simply boundless, and those instruments were like toys in front of him.
When someone like this didn't want to talk, forcing them was useless.
Song Zhixia changed the question: "Do you recognize the thing that invaded the testing room yesterday?"
Xu Zhihan lowered his eyes: "I don't. But the aura is similar to the thing in the basement of the Xu Family."
Lu Wenchuan tapped his fingers gently on the armrest of the chair.
"The Old Gods Society."
Xu Zhihan looked at him: "You know about this organization?"
Lu Wenchuan nodded: "I know a little. It's appeared a few times before, dedicated to worshiping things that shouldn't exist. The members aren't many, but they are all very hard to catch. They like finding vessels, raising evil spirits, and performing sacrifices. The basement of the Xu Family is very likely related to them."
Hearing the word "vessel," Xu Zhihan's gaze grew a bit colder.
The original body had been written as a vessel back then.
After Lin Wan died, Xu An was soul-suppressed, and Xu Zhihan was sent to recuperate. Now the Old Gods Society had sought him out again and even mentioned the Divine Spark.
This thread had already connected a part.
Lu Wenchuan looked at him: "You'd better not move around randomly right now. The matter of the testing room explosion hasn't been investigated clearly yet, and some people in the Bureau want to see you."
Xu Zhihan asked: "See me?"
Song Zhixia sneered: "To put it nicely, it's a meeting; to put it harshly, they want to lock you up and study you."
Lu Wenchuan looked at her: "Doctor Song, phrase it more tactfully."
Song Zhixia looked toward him: "Afraid he won't understand?"
Lu Wenchuan: "I'm afraid he'll say you're noisy."
Xu Zhihan coldly stated: "You're the noisiest."
Lu Wenchuan stopped talking.
Song Zhixia placed the medicine by the bed: "Take your medicine first."
Xu Zhihan glanced at it.
Song Zhixia said: "No poison, no additives, bitter."
Xu Zhihan paused, picked it up, and consumed it.
The medicine was indeed bitter.
His brow furrowed even tighter.
Lu Wenchuan suddenly handed over a piece of candy.
Xu Zhihan looked at him.
Lu Wenchuan's tone was very natural: "Low blood sugar, just happened to have it."
Xu Zhihan did not take it.
Lu Wenchuan simply placed the candy on the bedside table.
"Forget it if you don't want it."
After saying that, he stood up, preparing to go out and handle matters.
Just as he reached the door, a very light voice came from behind.
"Leave it."
Lu Wenchuan's steps paused for half a second.
He looked back.
Xu Zhihan had already closed his eyes, as if that sentence just now had not been spoken by him.
Lu Wenchuan smiled slightly without exposing it.
"Fine, I'll leave it."
He walked out of the medical room, and the smile on his face slowly faded.
At the end of the corridor, a young team member had been waiting for a long time.
"Captain, we found out. The program for the testing room yesterday was modified from the inside, and the authorization came from headquarters."
Lu Wenchuan's gaze turned cold.
"Whose authorization?"
The team member's expression was bad: "Deputy Director, Shen Cheng."
Lu Wenchuan paused for two seconds.
"Where is he?"
"In the meeting room, waiting for you."
Lu Wenchuan glanced back in the direction of the medical room.
Xu Zhihan was still inside.
His body was so frail a touch would shatter him, yet his temper was stubborn as hell.
If Xu Zhihan hadn't been able to suppress that thing himself yesterday in the testing room, the consequences would have been hard to say.
Lu Wenchuan put down his sleeves, his voice growing much calmer.
"Let's go."
The team member followed and asked in a low voice: "Captain, are you going to have a falling out with the Deputy Director?"
Lu Wenchuan gave a slight smile.
"Don't phrase it so harshly."
Just as the team member breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Lu Wenchuan add a sentence.
"I'm just going to ask him how he wants to die."