Arya Liu thought to himself,
"Even if Coach Lin Zhiqin has a good relationship with Yang Jiandong in private, more than half an hour has passed, he should have left by now."
Woojin waited in the stairwell on the eighth floor for another five minutes and finally decided to go out and find out.
At the entrance of the ward on the eighth floor, the words "Orthopedic Ward" are marked in bright red.
Woojin's eyes flashed slightly, and he quietly pushed the door and walked into the inpatient ward.
Compared with the ward where Grandpa Li Yam is located, the eighth floor is much noisier.
There were large and small moans of pain in the wards, and some people were even shouting hysterically, which attracted the scolding of the nurses.
From time to time, you can meet the patient's family members holding water bottles or urinals, walking in a hurry.
Everyone is busy.
No one noticed Woojin.
"Sixteen beds"
Woojin's gaze swept over the bed number at the door of the ward.
A sixteen-bed ward was quickly found.
"That's right, it's here."
The name of the corresponding patient at the back of the sixteenth bed is indeed written with the word Yang Jiandong.
Through the glass window on the door, Woojin saw a figure lying on the hospital bed in the room, with a head covered with gauze and a plaster on one leg.
There was also a girl in a yellow dress sitting next to the bed, probably in her early twenties, looking very quiet.
"Good guys, was this a car accident?"
Woojin was secretly speechless, but he didn't dare to look at it more and walked straight forward.
When he walked to the twenty-odd bed in front of him, he had an idea.
Woojin turned around and turned back, and when he returned to Ward 16, he stood at the door and knocked lightly.
He retreated sideways to the door, and the people in the room could not see him at this angle.
A few seconds later, the door to the hospital room opened, and a yellowish figure stepped out.
"You are?"
The girl looked at Woojin suspiciously.
Woojin hurriedly said: "I am Coach Lin's student, Coach Lin seems to have a spare mobile phone here, can you help me find it?"
"Oh."
The girl nodded, turned and went into the room.
Woojin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and confirmed that Lin Zhiqin had been here just now.
Moments later, the girl reappeared.
"Didn't see any phones."
"Coach Lin just called me and said that he had found it and left it in the car."
Woojin explained slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry for the trouble." "It's
okay, just find it."
Maybe it was Woojin's politeness, and the girl smiled at him, "If it's okay, then I'll go in first."
"Uh-huh."
Woojin just responded, and seemed to be "curious", looked at the direction of the ward, and asked casually.
"What's wrong with this senior brother? I think the injury is quite serious.
"Hmm."
The girl pursed her lips, and then her eyes began to redden, and her voice was a little crying.
"I was beaten.
His personality is like this, he likes to fight with people before he learns martial arts.
After practicing martial arts for a few days, I even went to play some competition, saying that if I win, I would have the money to buy a house and propose marriage. If he doesn't die in the ring, it's his fate! Injuries
sustained in a fighting match?! Yang Jiandong actually went to participate in a fighting competition? Woojin was shocked, but he still made a regretful and sympathetic expression on his face, and comforted the girl a few words.
After watching the girl enter the room, Woojin was in no hurry to leave.
Instead, I went to the nurse's station to inquire about Yang Jiandong's specific situation.
Because just now he chatted with the girl in the yellow dress who was Yang Jiandong's family member at the door of the ward for a while, and the nurse thought he was a friend of Yang Jiandong and let him read the medical record very happily.
"Multiple soft tissue contusions all over the body, fractures of the face, ribs, arm, and right leg."
In the cafeteria of the inpatient department, Woojin was thinking about this while eating.
During this period of time, their group of students who entered the Yuanwu Pavilion at the same time have seen Yang Jiandong less and less.
His class time seems to be completely staggered with others, and some people say that he is guided by Lin Zhiqin alone.
Because of this, several people in the class went to the martial arts hall to complain about Lin Zhiqin in private, but the result was nothing.
The relationship with Lin Zhiqin was also stiffened, and everyone dropped out of class and left.
Woojin didn't have that much of an opinion.
Which student the coach fancies, it is not the coach's own business to give individual guidance in private, how can there be any fairness or unfairness.
There is envy, and the strength behind it has gradually faded.
When I found out about today's incident, it was completely gone.
Although Yang Jiandong's girlfriend did not mention Lin Zhiqin in her words.
But Woojin always felt that Yang Jiandong's injury in the game was inseparable from Lin Zhiqin.
"Otherwise, wouldn't he have come over to see him, could it be that Yang Jiandong's game was arranged by Lin Zhiqin?"
Woojin silently finished dinner, temporarily put this secret incident that he had discovered by accident behind him, and then hurried upstairs to return to Li hua's side.
In the evening, I watched the evening news with Li Yam, and then found an old spy war movie to watch.
waited until after eight o'clock in the evening, almost nine o'clock, before Li Xinghua appeared in the ward.
"You've worked hard all day today."
Li Xinghua had a thick tiredness on his face, and he could smell the smell of smoke from a few meters away.
Sky.I know how many cigarettes I smoked this afternoon and evening.
"Dad, why don't you go home today, I'll watch grandpa here."
Woojin was worried about Li Xinghua's state and couldn't help but speak.
Li Xinghua waved his hand and said directly: "I'll send you home." Woojin saw that Li Xinghua was resolute and had no room for negotiation, so he had to say, "Then I'll go back by myself."
Li Xinghua thought about it, but didn't insist.
"Then you... Be careful on the road and send me a message when you get home.
"Got it."
Walking out of the hospital gate, it happened to be nine o'clock in the evening.
Woojin called his mother Chung Qi, didn't wait for the last bus, and walked home slowly.
The First Hospital is close to the center of Jiaoyan City, and the streets are still very lively at nine o'clock.
You can always see mobile fruit stalls and various food stalls at the intersection.
Woojin couldn't hold back, asked for a fried noodles and two skewers of barbecue, and squatted on the side of the road to eat it.
After his physique improved, his food consumption also grew.
You have to eat four or five meals a day to not feel hungry, sometimes even six.
Recently, he has begun to learn how to mix and match his own recipes and study a variety of high-calorie nutritious meals.
It's just that Woojin is shy, and he hasn't put it into practice.
"When the monthly exam is over and the school's scholarship comes down, you will be able to eat more food."
"And there's the martial arts hall."
Woojin casually kicked a mineral water bottle in front of him away, and it happened to fall into the trash can not far away, attracting the two stray dogs next to him to look sideways.
"Listening to Cheng Peng, the official disciples of the martial arts hall need to practice the basic fighting skills to perfection, and the fist power reaches more than 100 kilograms!"
"A hundred kilograms of fist power is equivalent to an amateur third-dan martial artist" "
It's quite difficult, but it's not unattainable for me."
It didn't take long for Woojin's strength attribute to be raised to 9 o'clock.
Compared with the strength of a normal adult male in this world, his current fist strength is estimated to be sixty or seventy kilograms.
Woojin's confidence mainly comes from the two attribute points in his hand that have not been used.
"When you add it all to the strength, the punch power will definitely reach 100 kilograms.
If you just add a little bit, I don't know if it will work."
Woojin's plan is to dedicate a little bit to Agile.
Compared to the other three basic attributes of 9 and 10, 8 is obviously a bit inadequate.
Thinking like this, before you know it, people have left the bustling area.
To the west of the city is the old town of Jiaoyan City, which is far less lively than the previous central area.
By the time it was past nine o'clock, there were not many people on the street.
Only the street lights were on, which lit up and scattered all over the road, accumulating a day's garbage.
Woojin looked up at the sky, but did not find the shadow of the moon.
Only a hazy light was seen, shrouded in dark clouds.
"It looks like it's going to rain."
Woojin thought to himself, and the pace under his feet sped up a little.
(End of chapter)