I'm Not Sick

"I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I'm not sick..."

Walking out of Ren Yisheng's residence, Zhang Xuezhou was beaming.

It was rare for a big shot to say he wasn't sick, and that was worth celebrating.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't remember how many years it had been since he'd heard anyone say that.

Ren Yisheng's word clearly carried far more weight than an ordinary doctor's, and outweighed that test sheet as well, leaving Zhang Xuezhou overjoyed.

On top of that, he had obtained the Mental Strengthening Chapter, the sequel to the sequel to the Essential Instruction for Recuperation, which could continue to help him recuperate and consolidate his condition.

Besides that, he had also won the Tiger Form Fist that Zhang Manqian had been after in the ring.

As for the genetic sequencing key, Zhang Xuezhou considered it better than nothing. Some people might seek it in vain, but he rarely had any need for it.

The ten-odd thousand yuan in his electronic wallet had also grown to sixty-five thousand, another of Zhang Xuezhou's gains.

With so many good things coming his way at once, Zhang Xuezhou was naturally happy.

He had also achieved temporary stability in the other world and had even received the Great Wilderness Creation Scripture from the venerable one.

After Ren Yisheng had certified him as a normal person, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to start considering a question.

Was what he thought of as a dream virtual or real? The same question applied to the reality he inhabited.

The worst possibility was that both were virtual, while he lay somewhere in a vegetative state.

A neutral possibility was that the dream was virtual, a construct of his consciousness that continued to develop and run, while reality was real.

Another neutral possibility was the reverse: his