Wei Huo had saved a person as soon as he had arrived in this world. This person was someone he had to save, as this person was the creator of the story. He was God, the Creator.
However, Wei Huo had not expected God to be so fragile in this world. If Wei Huo had not saved him, he would have died.
After dragging the female driver out, Wei Huo controlled the body and laid it on the ground. He stopped controlling it.
During the time he was controlled, the person's head twisted around as if his neck was about to be broken. The reason Wei Huo did not control his brain and only his spine was because he did not want to cause any damage to his brain. After all, his brain was too important.
Wei Huo did not know much about the current situation, so he could only wait for the person to wake up and ask him some questions. At the same time, Wei Huo was observing his surroundings while waiting.
The villagers who had discovered the car accident rushed over. They did not move the two unconscious people immediately after seeing them. Instead, they chose to call the police.
Someone stepped forward to check on the situation. They heaved a sigh of relief when they realized that the two of them were still breathing. Then, someone asked, "Go and see if there's anyone else in the car in the field!"
Someone went down to the field and shook his head at the people above. "There's no one else."
Everyone looked at the situation in front of them and began to discuss. Although the people present were farmers who lived nearby, they were not ignorant people. They could also see that the position of the two people lying on was a little strange. How did these two people get out of the car? Why was the door removed? Why were the two people lying on the ground and not in the car?
Could the two of them not have fainted immediately and crawled out?
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! The old man is here! "
An old man with white hair and a white beard walked over with a walking stick. His face was full of wrinkles, and he looked to be in his 70s or 80s. However, he was in good spirits. Although his clothes were old, they were clean and tidy.
He walked up to the two of them and squatted down. He checked their pulses and shook his head.
A villager asked in shock, "Is there no hope?"
The old man lifted his head and said in confusion, "The pulse is stable, but the man's is a little different."
Someone asked, "How is it different?"
The old man said, "It's too stable. It doesn't seem like the pulse of an injured person. Check their wounds, especially the man's."
Someone came forward to check, but after checking, the person said in surprise, "There's no wound at all. What's going on?"
All the villagers were shocked. That person's chest was dyed red with blood, and his head was covered in blood. They didn't dare to touch this person because they were afraid of tearing his wounds. But in the end, this person was not injured?
"Is that blood?"
The examiner said, "Of course it's blood. I've been killing pigs my whole life. How can I not smell blood? And the blood is still warm! "
The old man stood up and said, "Don't touch them. Leave them to the police and the doctors. If the police ask, just say that you don't know and that no one touched them."
The old man's sense of smell was very sharp. He didn't want to cause trouble. Before he left, he even warned, "I've seen a lot of strange things in my life. The reason I'm able to live until now is because I've never gossiped or meddled in other people's business. Go, just leave two people behind to keep an eye on him."
This old man's status in the village was not ordinary. As soon as he spoke, most of the villagers left, leaving behind only the two strongest and most courageous people. However, the two of them also had puzzled looks on their faces, as if they could not understand it no matter how much they thought about it.
Not long after, the police and ambulance arrived. The two of them were sent to the hospital. The police found their wallets and identity cards.
Zhang Zhiwen, male, 21 years old.
Xu Jiameng, female, 24 years old.
Not long after, the traffic police arrived. They started taking samples from the scene. This was a traffic accident, so they needed to take photos and conduct on-site investigations and analysis.
At that moment, Wei Huo followed Zhang Zhiwen to the hospital. On the way, Wei Huo was very concerned about the old man's words.
What exactly was the so-called strange thing?
At that moment, Zhang Zhiwen woke up. The hematopoietic stem cells in his body started working at full speed. The fat in his body kept turning into energy and supplying it to the hematopoietic stem cells. Red blood cells, platelets, white blood cells, and other blood components kept being produced.
This was all the result of Wei Huo's mental strength control.
His condition was gradually improving, so he woke up.
Zhang Zhiwen, who had just woken up, did not understand what was going on. His brain was temporarily in a state of chaos. Then, he heard a voice. "Doctor, he's awake!"
"Hold him down. Don't let him move. His bones might be broken."
"Huh?"
Zhang Zhiwen was confused. What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? What happened to me? I … I was hit!
He suddenly came back to his senses, and his calf twitched involuntarily.
He was awake, awake, completely awake!
That terrifying moment replayed in his mind like a movie, appearing in his imagination.
Wei Huo speculated that this terrifying memory might lead to a world full of car accidents in Zhang Zhiwen's imagination.
"My head … My head hurts!" Zhang Zhiwen's voice was hoarse and dry. He could barely speak, as if there was a fire in his throat.
"Hold him in place. He might have a concussion!"
"Water … Do you have water?" Zhang Zhiwen wanted to drink water very much, as his body had consumed a lot of water to produce blood quickly.
"Inject him with a sedative and give him a bag of saline … That's weird. Why aren't there any wounds on his body?"
Zhang Zhiwen's blood-stained clothes had been torn apart. Although his chest was covered in a layer of dirty blood, there were no wounds. There were no scars, let alone wounds.
The doctor had never seen such a situation in all his years of practicing medicine. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "His heartbeat and blood pressure are stable. Don't touch him for now. We'll talk about it when we get to the hospital."
Zhang Zhiwen, who had been tranquilized, fell asleep. However, Wei Huo was talking to him in his mind.
"What's your profession?" Wei Huo asked.
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
"Is your story over?" Wei Huo asked.
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
No matter what Wei Huo asked, Zhang Zhiwen remained silent. After a long time, Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Who are you?"
However, Wei Huo kept silent. He did not answer because he did not know how to explain himself. I'm a god-level expert who came out of your head. If he said that, this person would probably think that he had a split personality.
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