Chapter 464 - 374: Merely a Product of the Ancients’ Fictional Fantasies?
And yet, he didn’t dare make the slightest sound.
It was as if any noise would bring about a cataclysmic disaster.
His eyes were wide, filled with terror and vigilance.
He was like a wounded beast in the darkness, warily watching for some unknown danger.
With all his might, he painstakingly shifted his gaze toward the door.
His eyes held a mixture of pleading, anticipation, and endless fear.
When Qu Yuxiu finally made out a group of medical personnel in white coats entering the room,
the unbearable tension that had been stretched to its limit within him finally eased.
He let out a long sigh of relief,
as if he had just been to death’s door and was lucky to have made it back.
"This guy’s Life Force is unbelievably tenacious. It’s a miracle."
One of the medical staff stared at the data on the monitor, baffled. His eyes were full of wonder and confusion.
"ICU resources are precious. Since his condition has stabilized, I suggest we transfer him to a general ward as soon as possible."
Another doctor said with a serious frown,
his eyes holding a look of cool, professional assessment.
"These special humans are really something else. To survive a fall from a thirty-story building...
if this were a normal person, they would’ve been smashed to pieces."
A nurse muttered under her breath, her words a mix of admiration for Qu Yuxiu’s tenacious Life Force
and a faint, indescribable trace of jealousy and discontent.
After quickly and meticulously checking Qu Yuxiu’s current vitals and confirming that everything was normal,
the doctors directed a few nurses to carefully wheel his bed out of the ICU
and head slowly toward a general ward.
Lying on the hospital bed, Qu Yuxiu felt the weakness and pain wracking his body, yet he was inwardly grateful for his incredible luck.
While silently enduring the pain,
he began to slowly circulate the mysterious power within his body,
attempting to speed up the healing of his ghastly, crisscrossing wounds.
’If I just rest up in this ward for three to five days, I should be able to manage walking on my own,’ he silently calculated. ’In about a month, I’ll be completely healed.’
’When that happens, I have to go back to my Sect and report everything that happened today to Master, down to the last detail!’
The moment he thought of Chu He, a venomous hatred so intense it was almost tangible flashed in his eyes.
It was a hatred that seemed capable of corroding the very air around him.
’Chu He will not escape death,’ he swore to himself. ’His end is near.’
Every time he recalled the intimacy between Chu He and Xia Chengli, how they looked just like a couple,
Qu Yuxiu’s heart felt as if it were being consumed by fire, the intertwined pain and resentment driving him to the brink of madness.
From the day he was born until now, he had never hated someone so deeply and intensely.
This hatred was like a ravenous, venomous python,
constantly coiling and writhing in his heart, devouring his sanity and soul bit by bit.
Just then, the door to the general ward was gently pushed open from the outside.
Lost in his fantasies of revenge, Qu Yuxiu didn’t pay it much mind at first.
He remained immersed in his own thoughts, his mind replaying the day’s shocking events like a film,
meticulously devising one plan after another for his revenge on Chu He,
searching for a foolproof strategy to vent the foul anger festering in his heart.
As his thoughts drifted,
a strange feeling suddenly washed over him.
Qu Yuxiu’s keen senses told him something was wrong.
A moment ago, some of the patients in the ward had been letting out faint but constant moans of pain.
The sounds were faint, but they had been constant.
But ever since the door opened,
the ward had fallen deathly silent, like a graveyard.
Not a single sound remained.
All the patients seemed to have been hit by some mysterious Immobilization Spell,
lying utterly still in their beds.
Some patients’ eyes were wide open,
their gazes filled with terror and helplessness, as if they had seen something utterly horrifying.
Some were still wearing expressions of pain, frozen on their faces as if time had stopped at that very moment.
Others seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but their postures were strangely rigid, not at all like a normal slumber.
It was as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button on every single person.
The entire ward was filled with a bizarre and terrifying atmosphere that made one’s hair stand on end.
Qu Yuxiu subconsciously looked toward the door of the general ward.
The sight nearly made him jump out of his bed in shock.
To his horror, he discovered that at some point, several strange foreign men had quietly occupied the beds around him.
"You’re coming with us."
One of the foreign men, who appeared to be the leader, said coldly.
His voice was low and hoarse, leaving no room for negotiation,
like the biting wind in the dead of winter, chilling one to the bone.
Immediately after,
with a motion that was both swift and brutally arrogant, he mercilessly yanked the IV needle from the back of Qu Yuxiu’s hand.
The movement was clean and efficient, yet it reeked of brute force and dominance.
The pain made Qu Yuxiu suck in a sharp breath, and a strong sense of foreboding washed over him.