Artificial Wizard Growth Log

Pang Kyushu was in a bad mood.

So, how on earth did he get into such a mess?

He obviously, obviously just did this kid a favor out of a sudden and kindly on a whim. As a gangster boss, this is so uncommon. No matter how you look at it, someone should award him a pennant. How did it end up like this?

The matter must start from the beginning.

Pang Jiuzhou swiftly replaced the regular nerve connection terminal with the modified third-generation manipulator under the noses of several doctors, and then left the infirmary with the third-generation manipulator in his arms. He was thinking about what benefits he would get when Xia Zuo woke up. Side to the door.

Just now, my younger brother told him that this machine the size of a grain of rice is very valuable, and their cash flow is not working well recently...

Wouldn't it be a good idea to resell it?

Thinking about it, even if the person in charge who might be regarded as a strange collector often goes to black market auctions, it is impossible to find out that the one being auctioned is actually the one he owns.

After making up his mind, Pang Kyushu looked at the time displayed on his portable smart phone and found that it should be the end of the third class. It was not time for lunch, and the sentry who had skipped two classes didn't bother to catch up with the last class. , walking slowly down the boulevard.

Then he gets a communication from a stranger.

He did not recognize the name of the person displayed on the light screen, but there was a line of small characters below the name to indicate his identity.

Capital National Defense Military University, the head of the medical office.

... Isn't this the vicious person in charge just now?

Why would you call him?Could it be that what he did before was discovered?

No, it's impossible.

Pang Kyushu is very confident in his skills.

He looked at the school gate not far away, then at the jumping light screen, and narrowed his eyes.

Forget it, the soldiers came to cover up the water and the soil. Speaking of this matter, the person in charge broke the law. He didn't make a fuss so that everyone knew that he was removed from the stage.

Judging from this, the young sentinel answered the communication.

The face of the person in charge of the infirmary, which looked particularly unpleasant to the eyes, instantly occupied half of the light screen. The person in charge didn't know what he was doing, his brow was sweating, and he kept wiping it with a handkerchief.

"Mr. Pang, Mr. Pang," the person in charge said hesitantly, with a look of great pressure, "If you have time, please rush to the infirmary immediately, please? Something is wrong with Mr. Xia Zuo..."

It's none of his business that that little boy's situation is wrong? !

For a moment, Pang Kyushu wanted to yell.

But he didn't actually roar out, the sentinel who felt a dull pain in his temple raised his hand and pressed it to his temple, hesitated for a moment and then put it down.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I, very, soon, just, come!"

The look of wanting to beat someone up was pressed directly on the person in charge through the video, making the person in charge who felt that everything was not going well today turn blue.

How on earth did he provoke this violent man.

... You attempted to murder a sentinel's guide, and you are not allowed to lose your temper.

Even if that guide is not actually awakened.

Of course the person in charge didn't know about the above, he hung up the communication in fear, and on the other side, the light screen in front of Pang Jiuzhou retracted, he looked at the gate reception room only ten meters away from him, and then turned his head to look at the satellite. Behind the rows of tall buildings, only half of the roof of the infirmary of the Red Cross is exposed.

From a visual point of view, the road is very long.

The sentinel sighed, assumed a very standard marathon posture, and started running.

Fifteen minutes later he was in the infirmary.

Pang Jiuzhou, who felt that he had broken through the previous speed limit, hadn't taken a few breaths. He only stopped at the door of the ward for a few seconds to adjust his breathing, and then pushed the door open.

There were several doctors in the ward, and they looked at Pang Jiuzhou as if they were looking at the savior.

"Mr. Pang! You are here!"

"Mr. Pang, come in, come in."

"I've been waiting for you."

Pang Kyushu: "..."

What the hell is this situation?

The enthusiasm of the doctors made Pang Jiuzhou feel as if he had fallen into a trap. He was dragged down to the hospital bed by the doctors who were willing to fight, and the first thing he saw was Xia Zuo lying on the bed.

The snow-white quilts and sheets in the infirmary set off the artificial man with a delicate face, as beautiful as an angel.

Looking at it this way, it's quite obedient.

But he likes the usual hardworking look better.

With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Pang Jiuzhou in everyone's eyes seemed to glance at Xia Zuo casually, and said, "There is no problem, why did you call me over?"

"This, this, Mr. Pang, you will know if you continue to read."

Hearing this, the corners of the sentinel's mouth and eyes twitched.

Before he had time to get angry, he suddenly heard a faint groan from the unconscious person on the bed.

"Sister... Xia You... Pang... Kyushu..."

Pang Kyushu: "..."

At this moment, the fearless sentinel felt frightened.

Why did the little boy call out his name when he was unconscious?

It's just too spooky, isn't it? !

The black-haired sentry had goosebumps all over his body when he heard his name. He didn't know if he was just scared or excited.

It took several minutes before he sorted out his refreshed world view. He didn't know what expression to make, so he could only ask the doctors with a straight face, "So?"

Two words, concise and to the point, without extra emotion.

But judging from the expression on the young sentinel's face, Pang Jiuzhou's mood at this time should not belong to the category of sunshine.

The person in charge who had been unlucky for eight lifetimes was crying.

"Mr. Xia Zuo's situation is very unstable. After all, you are roommates. We think it might be better for Mr. Pang to take care of him."

Pang Kyushu's eyes were dead.

How did these unreliable barefoot doctors come to such ridiculous conclusions.

Although he doesn't often go to the infirmary, is it really no problem for the lives of the teachers and students of the school to be handed over to these guys?

"Maybe it will take up a little of Mr. Pang's time, but...we know that you are one of the best students in this school, and you will definitely be loved by your classmates..."

Pang Kyushu: "..."

No, the classmate loves this kind of thing, he has never had it since he was born.

The sentinel narrowed his eyes, pushed away the doctors who formed a group, and walked out of the room.

Just a second before he was about to step out of the door, he heard Xia Zuo's call again.

The thin voice was lighter than a feather, but the sentinel could hear it clearly.

The gray-haired boy seemed to know he was here, and only called his name.

"Pang Kyushu."

Rationality told the sentinel that the little boy might have beaten him in his sleep at this time, but Pang Jiuzhou couldn't take another step after hearing that cat-like slap.

He stood at the door for more than ten minutes, and the doctors in the room also remained silent for more than ten minutes.

Then, they saw the student from the school famous for its violence and disobedience suddenly turned around and strode to the bed, bent down and picked up Xia Zuo on the bed, and put it roughly on his shoulders.

"I took it."

After dropping four words, the sentinel left the infirmary over a group of dumbfounded doctors.

Doctors are not the only people who are dumbfounded.

From the infirmary to the dormitory, the eyeballs and jaws of passers-by almost fell all over the place.

After bringing Xia Zuo back to the dormitory, the sentinel was not relieved yet, the sentinel keenly felt that the temperature of the person on his shoulder was abnormal.

Although it can be judged by the sense of touch alone, in the end Pang Kyushu rummaged through boxes and chests to find the medicine box he had bought in the dormitory when he first entered the university, found out the idiot diagnostic instrument and scanned Xia Zuo's forehead.

Temperature displayed on the light screen: 38.6°

fever.

Staring at the small numbers in a daze, Pang Jiuzhou felt that there were countless grass-mud horses galloping past in his heart, and behind each of them was a word that he didn't roar out.

He reached out, pressed a few keys on the idiot diagnostic instrument, adjusted to the neat diagnosis mode, and scanned again.

The instrument displayed the results bit by bit.

Malnutrition, poor work and rest, recovery period after surgery, sub-health state.

Malnutrition...

Every day, I see this little boy eating so much food like a rice bucket in the cafeteria. He often takes out chocolates and gnaws on them during recess. Where does the malnutrition come from?Could it be that there is a black hole connecting different dimensions in his stomach?

Poor work and rest can be seen usually, every day he faces the two big dark circles on Xia Zuo's face, the corners of his mouth twitch, and he doesn't know what time the little white face goes to bed every night, it's almost the same as the king of cute things for hundreds of years Pandas are comparable.

How can this person not take care of himself at all!

Pang Jiuzhou wanted to roar, but he didn't.

Xia Zuo hasn't woken up yet, even if he yells at someone, he won't be able to hear him.

When the little boy wakes up, he must give him a good lesson, Pang Jiuzhou thought.

Finally, Xia Zuo woke up.

The gray-haired boy stretched his tightly knit brows. When he opened his eyes, the dark green emerald-like eyeballs were still filled with mist. It seemed that he had just regained consciousness.

Pang Jiuzhou didn't care so much, he showed a ferocious smile that he would only show when he was leading his younger brother to collect protection fees, and squeezed his finger bones.

Only the voice sounded as lazy as ever.

"Mr. Xia Zuo, can you please die?"