The maple trees outside the window were moving, and the wind was blowing through the treetops. The morning light shone in through the window and onto the hospital bed.
The nervous system in his body was fine, but the complicated and elusive energy channels that flowed around the nerves were broken. The injury, which was indescribable, had successfully interfered with the transmission of information from the nerves. As a result, there was an additional paralyzed and weak patient on the hospital bed.
The ants that rose in the morning under the old trees, the birds that sang in the breeze, the cracks in the sturdy building walls, and the people who were watching from behind the walls … Everything on Tianjing Planet seemed to be moving, except for the frail and weak body on the hospital bed. Fortunately, his heart could move.
As long as his heart could move, it was fine. As the thoughts in the deepest part of his mind revolved, the paralyzed body on the hospital bed seemed to move in a space that was connected to reality yet was completely separated from it. Raising his knees, extending his arms, twisting his waist, lowering his hips, bending his elbows … The ten strange postures that were imprinted in his mind were slowly displayed one by one. The familiar burning and trembling sensation finally appeared once again. Although it only appeared in his mind, it still made him feel extremely relieved.
The barrier that Huai Caoshi had struck into his body with a strange method was shattered because he had gambled with his life. The burning power that had been blocked for many days was like a flood that had suddenly been freed. It fiercely surged out, smashing the dam and scattering to every corner of his body without any sense of direction. Then, it transformed into sharp knives and thin whips that whipped and cut his sensitive areas, bringing him endless pain.
However, at this moment, following the postures in his mind, the speed at which the flood spread around his body seemed to have slowed down a little. The sharp knives that were cutting everywhere seemed to have become a little blunt, and the thin whips that were whipping randomly seemed to have become a little shorter by an inch.
Although this change was extremely subtle, it was extremely clear to Xu Le, who had to constantly resist the unbearable pain. He didn't know how all of this had happened, but he knew that changes were ultimately good things.
However, it seemed that the scattered fragments of power had some kind of innate resistance to this kind of request. Every time he tried to pull back the fragments of power that were far away from the fixed channel, his spirit would be greatly depleted. Moreover, it was like holding a sharp blade with one's bare hands. It was so painful that it was dripping with blood, incessantly and vividly, to the extent that it was unbearable.
Xu Le, who was lying on the hospital bed, was well aware of this principle. He closed his eyes tightly and cautiously experienced this feeling. He valiantly and resolutely endured the more and more terrible pain. This pain made his pair of dark eyebrows deeply furrow, like an idiot thinking about a philosophical problem.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans converged into a river and flowed down, instantly drenching the clothes and sheets.
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After an unknown amount of time, Xu Le finally opened his eyes. His eyes, which were usually sincere, amiable, and bright when he was in the Federation, were now filled with endless exhaustion. There was even a trace of fear and regret that was rarely seen in him.
This kind of pain was too terrible. It wasn't like using a bare hand to hold a sharp blade. To be more precise, it was like a newborn baby's delicate hand holding a sharp blade that had been burned red. Every time his mind came into contact with the scattered power in his body, it would produce a similar feeling. During this process, how many times had he come into contact with this kind of thing?
Again, how many people in the world could endure this kind of pain? He was the most persevering Donglin Stone of the younger generation. However, under this round of increasingly painful torture, the moss on the stone's surface had already peeled off, and cracks had already appeared on the stone surface. It was about to collapse and scatter.
Under the influence of his will, the scattered burning fragments in his weak body gradually slowed down the speed at which they spread. It was like the universe in the later stages of the Big Bang suddenly ushering in a long period of peace. However, this kind of change was, after all, minute. Xu Le didn't know how many more times he had to endure this kind of pain before he could achieve his goal.
He didn't even know why he was doing this. Why was his will able to gather the scattered power? Or was this just his own hallucination under the pain? As an engineer officer who had received a materialistic education from a young age and whose dream was to become a mechanic officer, this was indeed a very big problem.
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During Sang Shuhai's escape, Huai Caoshi, in order to ensure that this Federation mechanic genius could maintain his ability to move and keep up with her pace and pace, had once seriously warned him not to attempt to break through the zhenqi restriction she had planted in his fingertips.
Reality proved that this warning was true. However, Xu Le had no other choice. The next day, he was to be executed in front of the Royal Palace. He had to take this risk. If he didn't succeed, he would become a ghost. At the very least, he would become a ghost with dignity, a combat ghost who made it difficult for the Empire's people's political ideas to be realized. If he succeeded, once he recovered the mysterious power in his body, then he would have a much better chance of escaping the Empire's control.
He had no choice but to throw himself into this gamble, and he had to throw himself into it completely.
Unfortunately, the result of a suicide attempt to break through the zhenqi restriction couldn't be said to be success or failure. He didn't die, but he also couldn't recover his strength. His entire body lay paralyzed on the bed, but he still didn't despair.
Feng Yu had once taught him that the human body was a machine of the first order.
He didn't know what eight rice was, what zhenqi was, and he didn't know that the Empire's royal family had meridians. However, he could describe the channels of the burning power in his body with his eyes closed. He could describe the flow of power with extremely precise numerical differences. He could accurately draw countless three-dimensional structural diagrams in his mind, just like how he deconstructed the MX mecha.
Perhaps the three major systems of the human body were more complicated and even difficult to understand compared to metal such as mecha and battleships. However, he was Xu Le, a mechanic genius that even Feng Yu secretly sighed with emotion.
Just like repairing a mecha, he began to repair his own body. However, repairing the arm became a thought in his mind.
In the past, probably no one had ever thought of such a solution to the problem. Li Pifu didn't, Feng Yu didn't, the strong people of the Empire didn't, no one. Because they weren't Xu Le, they weren't the guy who had lived with a mechanical arm since childhood and dealt with machines all his life.
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There were many body cultivation halls in Philadelphia. Did body cultivation halls mean to repair the body? However, it seemed that he had never heard of a body cultivation hall cultivating … someone like him. Even Mr. Tian only had amazing skills and strength.
Xu Le looked at the snow-white ceiling and thought silently.
Huai Caoshi hadn't been here for many days. As the Imperial Princess and the highest-ranking officer of the Royal Intelligence Agency, she definitely had to deal with countless affairs, especially when the rebellion of the nobles had not been completely quelled.
Several Imperial doctors were quietly analyzing the state of his body beside the bed. The pain in his body was still constantly invading and destroying his will. If he didn't force himself to remember the past, he was really worried that he would faint from the pain.
Other than recalling the past and secretly repairing his body, he spent most of his time thinking. He thought about the Federation Constitution, the computer problem, and his own problems. After all, the more he thought about it, the more confused and inconceivable he became.
According to his personality, he usually didn't want to spend too much time thinking about things that he couldn't understand. However, he was paralyzed in bed right now. There was too much time and too much pain, so he didn't want to spend his days without thinking.
The Imperial medical team didn't notice the subtle changes in his body. They only found that this captive of the Federation often had problems with the electrolyte balance. If they didn't save him in time, there were many times when he almost died due to excessive dehydration and circulation problems in his body.
During these dozens of days, there were often nobles of the Empire who came to visit. Occasionally, there would also be people from the Imperial Military Department who came to torture some information. Fortunately, because of Huai Caoshi's promise, he didn't suffer much. In fact, compared to the endless pain in his body, he didn't mind drinking some spicy water to distract himself.
Other than that, no one in the hospital dared to talk to him on the bed, including the two female nurses from the Empire who had lush hair but were still beautiful. Only the snow-white ceiling and the pungent smell of antiseptic accompanied him.
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The maple trees outside the window were red, but Xu Le couldn't see them. He could only infer this result from the faint light reflected from the snow-white ceiling.
He didn't know how long he had stayed in this hospital. At the beginning, he still had the mood to count the days and take deep breaths to welcome the morning light every day. However, the repeated pain made him numb, and the overlapping loneliness made him depressed. The counting of days didn't last long.
Xu Le knew very well that this kind of days wouldn't last long. Once the Empire confirmed that he couldn't be squeezed out anything from him and couldn't stand up again as a target to explain to the nobles, he would naturally be killed.
No matter how rich the nobles of the Empire were, they wouldn't raise a useless captive of the enemy.
On a very ordinary day, the door of the ward was opened. A team of fully armed elite soldiers of the Empire walked in and took control of the entire ward in silence.
Was it time?
Xu Le watched this scene with narrowed eyes. He took a deep breath and waited calmly and weakly. His right index finger covered by the bedsheet trembled slightly.
At this moment, several nobles of the Empire in luxurious clothes walked in. One of them was about forty years old. He looked at him on the bed expressionlessly and said, "Although a disabled person shouldn't be able to grasp the relevant etiquette, I still hope that you can learn something. Otherwise, you'll definitely know that being paralyzed is not the most painful thing in the world."
The Federation language this person spoke was extremely awkward. Xu Le replied hoarsely, "I can understand the Empire language."
"Very good." The official raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "You should be mentally prepared. His Majesty wants to see you."
Hearing this, Xu Le was extremely surprised. Why did the Emperor want to see him? But he immediately calmed himself down. After a moment of silence, he said with difficulty, "I don't think this is an honor."
This was not an honor, but an opportunity. The index finger under the bedsheet slowly relaxed and then became motionless.
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