The atmosphere in the hospital seemed noisy, but it was actually quite gloomy.
The joys and sorrows of partings and reunions played out here every day.
Night Tide Sands and her family waited quietly in the lounge, and next to them were other patients' families waiting for news.
Occasionally, the faint sound of sobbing could be heard.
The three of them glanced at each other before looking away.
They were a little afraid, afraid that they would be like these crying family members, without much 'hope.'
Late at night, the three of them couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep on the chairs. Then, they knocked their heads and woke up instantly.
Just like that, he slept and woke up. Soon, it was dawn.
During this period, they did not see the doctor inform them of anything, and neither did the nurse say anything to them.
Qi Shaoqiu's father couldn't help but ask when a nurse came out of the ICU, "Nurse, how is Qi Shaoqiu?"
"His condition is very stable. He should be slowly recovering."
Hearing this, the three members of the Qi Family heaved a sigh of relief.
Seeing how exhausted they looked, the nurse suggested, "You guys can't help much here. Why don't you go back and rest? When you're really tired and there's something that needs your help, you'll be a burden instead of being able to help. Once you're in the ICU, you don't have to worry about anything. Go back and rest. "
After saying that, the nurse quickly left.
Mr. Qi thought for a moment and said, "You two go back first. Honey, you take a nap and make some porridge for me. Little Sand, go to the saber arts club and take care of things there. With Shaoqiu like this, the saber arts club probably won't be able to operate anymore. "
Night Tide Sands pursed her lips, feeling very unwilling.
The saber arts club was the result of her and her brother's painstaking efforts. It was finally on the right track, but now such a thing had happened.
No one would be willing to be in the same position.
"Our Qi Family always finishes what we started. Return the money that should be refunded and apologize to those students."
Night Tide Sands nodded. No matter how unwilling she was, there was nothing she could do.
He didn't know miaodao techniques, and his father practiced them quite well, but he was now old and had other work to take care of, so it was impossible for him to take over his eldest brother's work.
Was the saber arts club going to close just like that?
Night Tide Sands left the hospital, also rented a shared bicycle, and slowly rode in the direction of the saber arts club.
In her opinion, the saber arts club must have been blocked by a lot of students.
She must be making a fuss about asking for a refund.
Sigh … She let out a long sigh and pedaled on the shared bicycle weakly.
Even though she knew that the saber arts club was going to close for sure, she still wanted to wait until later to see the situation.
But even if she walked slower, she still returned to the saber arts club an hour later.
She stared dumbly at the door.
The students' disturbance didn't happen as Roland had imagined. The saber arts club was still the same as usual, with the noisy sounds of training.
But this time, the person who shouted the command and moved was not Qi Shaoqiu, but a voice that made her heart beat faster.
Roland.
She slowly returned to the saber arts club, and many students who were familiar with her took the initiative to greet her.
Then, she walked to the cement field and stood there quietly for a while.
Roland let the students practice on their own, then walked up to Night Tide Sands and asked, "How's Shaoqiu?"
"The nurse said his condition is stable." Night Tide Sands blinked and pointed inside the cement field. "What's going on here?"
"Qi Shaoqiu probably can't teach anyone anymore, so I'll take his place." Roland smiled and said, "I'm unemployed anyway, so it's not a problem for me to make time to come every day. When Shaoqiu gets better, I'll return the saber arts club to him. "
Night Tide Sands carefully counted the number of students, and it didn't seem to have decreased. "No one wants a refund?"
"No, not a single one." Roland waved his hand.
Night Tide Sands looked at the saber arts club, which was as lively as ever, and then at the smiling Roland.
She wanted to cry a little.
She wanted to smile too, and her heart beat even harder.
There were so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn't say them, and in the end, thousands of words converged into one sentence: "Have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet, I came in a hurry."
"Wait, I'll make it for you."
Night Tide Sands turned and walked to the kitchen, her steps light and quick, and she suddenly wasn't sleepy anymore.
Roland took care of the matter of the saber arts club.
His miaodao skills were now better than Qi Shaoqiu's, and in the game, he was also the chairman of a Magic Tower and had management experience, so this wasn't difficult for him.
After spending a day at the saber arts club, breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all eaten here.
It had to be said that Night Tide Sands' cooking was really good.
Roland had thought that Night Tide Sands was best at breakfast, but the quality of lunch, dinner, and dinner was much better than he had imagined.
The lunch dishes were delicious, but the real exaggeration was in the dinner.
She actually made boiled cabbage (state banquet version), and then there was Kung Pao Chicken, and stir-fried shredded green peppers.
Every dish was astonishingly delicious.
Although not as good as a real chef's, it was already quite high among ordinary people.
After returning home, Roland told his parents that he wouldn't be home for dinner for a while.
His mother immediately came over and asked, "Then where are you eating? Who's making it for you? "
"There's a girl who's making it for me, and she's quite good at it."
"When are you going to bring her home?" His mother's eyes lit up.
"There will be opportunities."
Roland left this sentence behind and returned to his room.
After taking a shower, Roland browsed the forums for a while.
The players were still the same, all actively exploring this world.
Already, more and more players were leaving Hollevin and going to other countries to make a living.
The game world was too big, and Hollevin was too small.
The following days were quite simple. Roland worked as a temporary master in the saber arts club during the day and transformed the swamp soil with the Mages in the game at night.
Qi Shaoqiu recovered faster than he expected. He was moved out of the ICU on the third day and transferred to a regular ward.
On the fourth day, the two murderers who ambushed Qi Shaoqiu were caught.
According to them, they had a conflict with Qi Shaoqiu's father, so they vented their anger on his son.
But when Roland visited Qi Shaoqiu in the hospital, Qi Shaoqiu's father was present. When they talked about it, they said that it wasn't as simple as it seemed.
It was because Qi Shaoqiu's father knew the two of them, but they didn't have much contact.
The so-called conflict was nothing more than a few quarrels.
He couldn't have been so ruthless.
But that was the end of the conversation. Qi Shaoqiu's father didn't seem to want Roland to meddle in his personal affairs.
Qi Shaoqiu also met Jin Wenwen in the hospital. Roland didn't know what they talked about.
But from that day on, Qi Shaoqiu seemed to be more confident.
He was no longer as lazy as before.
He helped in the saber arts club during the day and in the game at night.
A month passed by in the blink of an eye.
Qi Shaoqiu had mostly recovered and was able to take over the saber arts club's work.
For most people, it would take at least half a year for the severed limb to regain its previous function after a successful limb reattachment surgery.
Qi Shaoqiu could do it in a little more than a month. Martial arts practitioners were always strong.
However, when Roland sparred with Qi Shaoqiu, he clearly noticed that Qi Shaoqiu's right hand was not as strong as before.
After all, the arm that was reattached couldn't be as useful as before.
In the game, after a month of nonstop conversion by Roland and dozens of Mages, the entire swamp had become fertile soil.
Betta hired someone to design the layout of the city, the traffic plan, and even a five-year development plan.
There were a lot of talented players. As long as they had money, they could always hire professionals.
Betta, on the other hand, gave a piece of land in the city to O 'Neal as promised.
After receiving the land certificate, O 'Neal held Roland's hand and thanked him profusely.
In this world, all land had an owner. The seemingly deep mountains and forests were still the territory of a certain noble.
Many player guilds only rented the land of a certain noble and temporarily built their guild base.
This uncertainty of living under someone else's roof made many guilds afraid and unable to develop their forces vigorously.
But if they had their own territory, then the situation would be different.
That was why O 'Neal was so excited.
He had the territory and the rules of the city, but he lacked manpower.
He lacked money.
It wouldn't be easy to build a big city like the one on the blueprints.
"Brother Roland, what do we do?" Betta held his head in distress. "I've done the math. If we build the city according to this blueprint, it'll cost at least six thousand gold coins."
Now that one gold coin could be exchanged for 18,000 RMB, that was to say, to build such a city, it would cost at least a hundred million RMB in materials alone.
Betta's family was only moderately well-off. How could they afford that much money?
Which big city in Hollevin didn't slowly accumulate over hundreds of years of development? If Betta wanted to build it in a few months, how could he not spend money?
Roland looked at the blueprint and said with a smile, "Wool comes from the sheep's back. Can't we just make some money from the players?"
"How?" Betta didn't understand.
"Why is your brain so dull?" Roland explained, "Go to the forum and post the blueprint of the rules, then tell the players that you want to build a city and need help. Whether it's labor or supplies, it can be converted into so-called points. Then, divide out two pieces of land. The one in the city is for the individual players to build their own houses, and the many open spaces outside the city are divided into large areas for the guilds to build residences. The people or organizations with higher points will get more land. If they don't have enough points to exchange for land, they can convert their points into gold coins and use them to pay for the land. With such a measure out, I think they'll rush to help. "
Betta froze for a moment. "F * ck, this is a good idea. Why didn't I think of it! As expected of a mage, his mind is really cunning. "
After saying something that was either complimentary or derogatory, Betta ran away.
Half an hour later, Betta's post appeared on the forum and became a hot topic, causing a round of exaggerated replies and discussions.
Roland, on the other hand, returned to Motasos with Teleportation.
Then, he went to the basement.
He was surprised to find that the magic elements inside were so thick that ordinary people could almost feel them.
The sun and the eight planets, on the other hand, were still moving in their own orbits, and their sizes were the same.
Nothing had changed.
It was just that their trajectories, affected by the thick magic elements, had become a lot slower.
"What an unbelievable phenomenon of Magic Power Affluence."
Roland absorbed the magic power and found that the absorption speed and conversion rate were unusually high.
If he could figure out the mechanism of Magic Power Affluence and make it his own, Roland was sure that the cost of building a floating city would be reduced by at least half.
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