Chapter 71

When the driver X211 sent Miss Holmes back to the luxurious manor in the suburbs, the sky gradually brightened, and Watson also finished his daily morning exercise.

Although his shoulder was injured and his left arm could not be lifted, the other three limbs were still strong. Lying in bed without moving would only lead to muscle atrophy and slow nerve reaction. He would always take advantage of the arrival of the morning to quietly complete a series of basic exercises in the ward using his own weight to ensure that his combat capability would not be reduced due to long-term hospitalization.

The left shoulder that had not yet recovered always took this opportunity to burst out with severe pain, trying to hinder the progress of morning exercises and try to wear out his consciousness.

The tearing pain came from the movement of flesh and bones, and the sweat flowed through the scars sutured by needles and threads like pouring spicy liquid... These blazing pains were originally warnings issued by the flesh that could not bear the exercise, but when the pain nerve signals of this loyal warning were transmitted to Watson's brain, they were like mellow and sweet nectar.

This made the blade and cup phases in his brain feel happy, and a certain accumulation of practicing principles was enough.

Some of the secret scriptures of the blade vibrated like the hissing of a sword, shaking off the rotten and rusty shell, and blooming with a cold and sharp edge. The sharp cold edge pierced into Watson's bone marrow, and a hard color like steel and iron was gradually dyeing this mortal's body.

Some of the secret scriptures of the cup were also like green fruits that matured and became full, and the swollen and cracked peels flowed out sweet juice, and the juice was about to drip into the mortal's body... but encountered a sudden suck from the greedy moth, and all were sucked into its belly.

The moth in the skull drank the sweet liquid in the cup, flapping its wings happily, and the scales like silver powder were sprinkled between the flapping wings. The scales naturally fell into the mortal's body and took root, and a wild and simple breath like sleeping in the woods flowed through the whole body.

Watson felt his skin itching, and the feeling in some areas of the body surface was particularly obvious. He opened his clothes and saw that the abnormal itching came from the scars he had left in the Fuhanstan War.

There seemed to be mosquitoes biting inside these fibrous connective tissues, and it seemed that the flesh underneath was wriggling, and it seemed that something was eager to penetrate the body.

He couldn't help scratching hard, trying to cover up the itchy feeling with a strong sense of pain... Unexpectedly, with just a slight touch, the bullet scars on the body surface, which looked like round holes, had already fallen off, like the remains abandoned by cicada insects, and his skin, which had become old due to injuries, was also abandoned and shed.

He simply took off all his clothes, rubbed all the parts of his body that felt faintly itchy, and gently stroked them with his palms. All the old scars fell off easily, revealing the new and slightly transparent skin underneath.

This scene made Watson recall his experience of entering Mansu for the first time. At that time, he was gifted by the fat white moth after killing Elson in the woods. After waking up in the morning, his left leg, which was difficult to heal, also shed a thin layer of hard dead skin like a shell... At this moment, it was just like that time.

But Watson could not feel the majestic vitality flowing through his body as before. It seems that the abnormality at the moment is not the effect of vitality, but simply the old scars healed and fell off.

"Is this the change brought about by the secret teachings? My body's recovery ability is gradually improving, and even the wounds caused by William's finger attacks are recovering rapidly. The wounds of flesh and blood have long been closed, and the broken bones inside are also growing."

"If I continue at this speed, even if I don't rely on the pure vitality obtained from the forest... I estimate that in a few days, my injuries can heal themselves."

The improvement of self-healing ability is a benign change worth celebrating, but Watson has other concerns in his heart.

"Does my extraordinary recovery ability come at a price? Will I gradually mutate into an inhuman monster like Lance or Harris as my secret path gradually rises?"

"Most importantly, will this abnormal recovery speed be detected by the hospital?"

While thinking about how to conceal his changes, Watson picked up the scattered round hole-shaped and centipede-shaped scar tissues on the ground, crushed them in his palms, and flushed them away with the sound of the toilet.

He lay back on the bed, waiting for the nurse to bring today's breakfast.

Perhaps the price of rapid self-healing, his appetite was opened, and he asked the nurse to add three meals in succession, shocking the other party again and again.

Whenever the intracranial cup phase had delicious food in its mouth, it would try to spill juice and drip again, but it was still swallowed by the fierce moth phase, transformed into another inexplicable vitality and infused into Watson's body, flowing through the blood vessels and veins throughout the body, penetrating into every inch of muscle.

Watson was also happy to see this. He no longer had to worry about losing control of his desire for a cup. He chewed the rich and salty bacon slices, sucked the semi-solidified liquid egg yolk, and drank fresh and sweet milk. Sufficient nutrients flowed into the stomach and were digested with extremely high efficiency as fuel to maintain the circulation of blood and flesh.

After eating and drinking enough, he touched his round belly, turned over and got out of bed, refusing the nurse's kindness to help him, and walked downstairs alone with a cane to the garden inside the Royal Free Hospital.

The garden was beautifully decorated, with roses, daffodils, tulips, roses, peonies and some bright flowers that he could not recognize. The clusters of flower fields set off the spacious open-air courtyard inside the hospital with colorful colors.

There is a tall tree planted in the courtyard. Under the careful care of the gardeners, even in the bleak late autumn, the tree canopy is still lush and green like a big umbrella. The hospitalized patients feel pleasant when they see it, which is enough to improve their mood, relieve stress and reduce pain.

The sun rarely breaks through the blockade of dark clouds, and the brilliance is like flowing gold splashing in the garden. Those patients who have been motionless for a long time are all supported by nurses and slowly walk into the courtyard to enjoy the long-lost autumn sunshine.

But Watson recalled the gloomy East London that seemed to have no sun. The turbid industrial smoke seemed to be spewing ink into the sky, making the clouds deeper and darker, and even the ground was stained with the blackness of coal mines...

The people there and the people here... Although they live in the same city in name, they seem to live in different worlds.

But pity and empathy are not Watson's characteristics. This idea of ​​compassion was thrown behind him in an instant.

He sat alone on a bench in a corner of the garden, where a beam of sunlight happened to shine. He could fully occupy this warm light. His body, which had not tasted the sun for a long time, was immersed in the light. His broken bones seemed to be absorbing the light and growing vigorously like plants.

A magnetic voice interrupted Watson's solitude.

"Excuse me, sir, can we share this rare sunshine with you?"

The person who spoke was a gentle and elegant middle-aged man. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was meticulously combed, and he was wearing a decent casual suit.

He pushed a wheelchair, and a little girl with strangely pale hair and skin sat on the chair.

The girl's facial features were particularly delicate, her eyes, nose, lips, ears... all revealed a kind of beauty that was not in the human world, just like a flawless doll... Her beauty seemed particularly unreal.

The girl's crystal clear skin was bloodless, pale as snow, and her beautiful emerald eyes were dull. She sat quietly in the wheelchair, motionless, like... a corpse.

If Watson hadn't been able to smell the faint human scent under the other person, and found that the other person's dead eyes were slightly fluctuating with joy after seeing the sun, he would probably have thought that this was a carefully carved doll.

"Of course!" Watson said, moving his body, freeing up half of the sunlight, enough for the middle-aged man to push the wheelchair in.

"Thank you very much!" The middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair nodded sincerely to express his gratitude, and slowly pushed the wheelchair into the sun.

The golden light sprinkled on the fair girl, and she seemed to be shining with golden light, and the golden light flowed through her hair. The corners of her motionless mouth seemed to rise slightly, as if she was smiling.

The middle-aged man witnessed this scene, and his green eyes behind the lenses were moistened. He gently stroked the girl's head and couldn't help sobbing: "Anna..."

The girl named Anna blinked her eyelids at a high frequency when she heard her name, and her thin fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Watson could hear that it was basic Morse code, which means "thank you".

He smiled and nodded to the little girl, and replied: "You're welcome."

The middle-aged man was also a little surprised to hear this. He looked at the strange man seriously. He felt some familiar characteristics from the other's upright waist and firm eyes - that was the iron-blooded spirit that he often saw from his assistants.

This seems to be a trustworthy and reliable man... He thought so and stretched out a friendly palm.

"My name is Winfreys Morgan, what is this gentleman's name?"

The meeting between the second leader and Watson seemed a little abrupt. The author wanted to try to write a leader who was both an enemy and a friend.

I almost forgot an important thing. The inspiration for Anna's character comes from my book friend [Bloody Night Shift]. I made some minor changes.