Director Li entrusted the nurse in charge of this floor with detailed information on the three students.
All three of them were students from Foundation Establishment high schools. Coincidentally, they were all from Peiyuan district. One was from Building Materials High School, one was from God Vision High School, and the last one was from No. 59 High School.
Wang Ling's eyelids couldn't help twitching as he looked at the information.
After all, No. 59 High School had left him with a lot of "unforgettable" memories back then …
Xie Hui?
Looking at the information, Wang Ling couldn't match the name to the person's face.
He raised his eyes and began to carefully size up the teenager lying on the floor learning how to spit silk … the more he looked, the more he felt that this guy looked a little familiar!
In a fraction of a second, through the memory retrieval effect of the Great Memory Spell, Wang Ling finally recalled the identity of the "Spiderman" teenager — this person was that delinquent He Bufeng's sidekick, the killer underling!
The reason why Wang Ling hadn't recognized him at first glance was that the other party had shaved off his colorful punk-ass hairstyle! Now he was a bona fide bald man!
"…" Looking at Xie Hui now, Wang Ling sighed deeply in his heart. Sometimes, going bald really wouldn't make you stronger … even if you ran and did push-ups every day and didn't have air conditioning in the summer, it was no use!
"Brother Ling, do you know this teenager?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that Wang Ling's expression when he saw this Xie Hui was a little different. Wang Ling's microexpressions were actually very easy to distinguish because he usually had a poker face, and the slightest ripple could be seen.
After serious consideration, Wang Ling nodded noncommittally.
Wang Ling didn't feel emotionally attached to No. 59 High School, nor did he have any friendship with it.
But no matter what, he couldn't deny that those were places where he had left his memories …
He stared at Xie Hui lying on the floor and frowned slightly. Then he shook his finger, and the three teenagers in the ward actually all fell asleep. Xie Hui, who had been crazily spitting silk like Spiderman on the floor earlier, was now lying paralyzed on the floor, snoring away. After that, Wang Ling used the Gravitation Spell to get Xie Hui into bed, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
This was a tribulation the three of them had to go through. No matter what the outcome was, Wang Ling couldn't interfere.
That was all he could do.
Recklessly interfering with Heavenly Dao would result in divine retribution …
Wang Ling felt very tired. He was just a sixteen-year-old high school student!
"He actually quieted down …" Director Li was startled; he knew this Ling Zhenren had used it!
"Brother Ling's Hibernation Spell can make the victim sleep for seven days and seven nights; even if the sky falls down, they won't wake up …" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was very familiar with this move, because he had seen Wang Ling use it a few years ago when he had first met him. But at that time, he hadn't been able to cast spells precisely, and with a wave of his hand, a large number of creatures would fall asleep.
At that time, Wang had been of the Ling, and had been, and had been, and had had had, and had had had had.
After all, there were many patients in the hospital, and a large portion of them couldn't sleep because of the pain. If it was an ordinary person, it would be fine. A sleeping pill or a sedative would solve the problem. However, most of the most of them had had had with with ordinary people had had, they had with Ling had and were resistant to drugs drugs.
If I can learn this Hibernation Spell, my mom won't have to worry about my studies anymore!
But Director Li was well aware that he was just dreaming … he might never be able to learn such a great spell in his lifetime.
Thus, after seeing Wang Ling cast the spell, Director Li's eyes lit up, and his reverence for this Ling Zhenren instantly surged like an unstoppable river …
Just as Director Li was sighing with emotion, he received a text message. It was from his shifu, Immortal Toya.
After reading the message, Director Li couldn't help frowning.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "What's the matter?"
Director Li's expression was very worried. "Shifu said that the material in the drug is very special. It's more troublesome than he thought, and he won't be able to detect it for a while. "
As he spoke, Immortal Toya sent him a picture of a laboratory test report.
"Even Brother Toya is stumped?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal instantly felt that this was a little strange. Nowadays, apart from the Pharmacists Board employed by Huaguo Water Curtain Group and the alchemists from the Xiao clan, the only people who could rival Immortal Toya in terms of pharmaceutical skills were the alchemists who were employed by Huaguo Water Curtain Group.
Through this incident, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal discovered a brand new clue.
It was worth investigating whether anyone behind Huaguo Water Curtain Group and the Xiao clan was colluding with Mo Immortal Castle.
"We can only wait for shifu's next message. But with this preliminary test report, we can still analyze some of the mutated potion's pharmacological properties."
Speaking up to this point, Director Li suddenly thought of something and said, "I wonder … if Ling Zhenren can also use the Hibernation Spell on the patient on the thirtieth floor?"
"What illness does he have?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was a little curious about the psychopath on the thirtieth floor.
"It's severe delusions and schizophrenia, and he's naturally very resistant to drugs. We've used all sorts of treatment methods, but the effects are minimal." Director Li sighed. "The main point is that this patient insists that he's a descendant of Heavenly Emperor Huang …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
"Did you see the fountain downstairs on our way here? This is the most troublesome part!"
Speaking up to this point, Director Li felt like his head was about to explode. "That patient insists that he knows the Kun Peng Spell, and insists on jumping into the fountain from the thirtieth floor …"
"Why?"
Director Li: "He thinks that fountain is a seawall for big fish."
Wang Ling and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
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At the same time, the man in a suit and Song Qingshu were still talking downstairs at the hospital.
Song Qingshu had racked his brains for a long time in the last few minutes, and had made a difficult decision. "How about this, you find someone … or you can smash the car they drove here first. No matter what the situation is now, no matter how much information they've gathered, we have to disrupt their plans first! If the car is smashed, at worst we'll just have to pay for it. How much is a car worth? "
Staring at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Wang Ling's "car," the man in a suit silently wiped at his sweat. "Lord Director, are you sure you want to do this?"
Song Qingshu curled his lip. "If I tell you to smash it, then smash it! What's with all this nonsense! It's not like you're paying for it! By the way, I want to know, what kind of car does this Great Death-Courting Senior drive? Aoguanhai Limited Edition? Chuan Jianguo Limited Edition? "
"Uh, none of those …"
"None of those???"
Cultivators rarely drove, and most chose to fly on their swords. However, it wasn't strange for them to own a car. That was because on many occasions, driving would make you look more impressive.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, the cars bought by high-level cultivators were very expensive.
Song Qingshu was really a little curious now. "Then what kind of car do they drive?"
The man in a suit answered truthfully, "Tricycle …"
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