"Who am I..."
"Where am I?"
"What's wrong with me now?"
These three questions suddenly popped up in his mind, and he was so confused that he didn't remember anything.
In the blur, he saw people coming and going, either rushing by or stopping in front of him, and even someone putting their faces closer to his line of sight.
However, he couldn't see the situation around him clearly, and even his face approaching him was blurry.
His vision is always blurry, as if a nearsighted person is not wearing glasses.
He couldn't even feel his other parts, body skin, hands and feet, breathing, or even smell and hunger.
I don't know how long it took, but his vision gradually became clearer. Then he recognized a person wearing a white coat, rushing in and out, occasionally drawing blood and injections on him, occasionally sticking some instruments onto him, and busily working towards the display screen of the instruments.
He lowered his head and could see his own body, covered in scars and incomplete parts. I have a big hole in my chest, my arms are just a skeleton, and my legs are covered in scars. At this moment, he was immersed in a long, rectangular sink filled with light green liquid, but strangely, he had no sense of suffocation at all, but rather relaxed.
Quickly, he found that his wound was slowly healing. It is said to be slow, but judging by common sense, it is also very fast, so fast that he can see the cells growing gradually in the wound with his gaze.
After an unknown amount of time, he saw that the wound on his body had completely healed and the flesh on his arm was growing happily.
"What am I? Why am I like this?"
His mind kept turning back and forth on this question. In fact, immersed in this sink, he could do nothing and remember nothing except watch the people in white coats come and go. The only thing he could think about was this question.
The knocking sound of "Dangdang" reached his eardrums through the liquid. He looked up and saw a person dressed in purple clothes with an iron mask approaching his field of vision.
"Purple Rose!" The name suddenly popped out of his mind, and his mouth immediately spoke it out. At this opening, a large amount of green liquid was poured in, choking him heavily, and bubbles burst out from his lungs.
The purple rose waved her hand and a few white coats quickly ran over. After completing the operation, the liquid in the sink was quickly drained, and then the sink cover was opened, exposing him to the air. Immediately, the burning pain spread throughout his body, making him unable to resist the pain and exhale.
"Oh, I know it hurts now. Hmph, I'll make you hurt even more!" Purple Rose said fiercely.
"Who am I... where am I?" he asked.
The eyes behind the iron mask flashed a hint of surprise, but quickly converged and she turned around and walked away.
Quickly, a few people wearing more advanced white coats walked in and conducted various examinations on his body. After some turmoil, they returned to calm.
After a while, all the white coats in the room were gone, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit with a headband walked in. "Are you awake?"
"I... where am I? Who are you... I... who am I?"
The man raised his hand and nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that your body is healing well. You don't remember what happened before?"
"I don't remember... do you know me?"
"Of course, your name is' Poor Soldier 'and you are my capable general. While assisting survivors in evacuating, you were attacked by a huge mutated monkey. In order to cover everyone's escape, you followed the monkey to self destruct. When we rushed back, we found that you were heavily injured in the explosion, with only bones left in your hands and your heart and other organs almost shattered. It was only your strong will to survive that made your body struggle to support you, and ultimately we rescued you back to the base. Now it seems that your body's recovery ability is even stronger than we imagined."
"Is that right?" He raised his hand and looked at it. The skin on his arm had only grown to cover the muscles. Before the skin was gone, his arm was very painful when it came into contact with the air. "Now I feel much better."
"If it were someone else, they might have died a long time ago. You... it's not easy."
"My name is Poor Soldier? So who was that Purple Rose just now? How do I feel like she hates me and is a bit familiar with me? Who are you?"
The man smiled and said, "I am the president, my name is Du Kang, remember? You and Purple Rose belong to the same military group, sigh... If you want me to say you, you are enemies. Since you joined the organization from the very beginning, you have been disliked by each other, and then we learn martial arts together. The two of us compete with each other. After the disaster, we go to various places together to rescue survivors. Occasionally, we also have a big fight, which really gives me a headache for you two."
"Me and Purple Rose are... senior siblings?"
Du Kang was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile and said, "I guess so."
When Du Kang talked about their relationship, he always felt something was wrong.
"Alright, I'm just here to see how my capable generals are recovering. Take a good rest and recover as soon as possible to continue with the mission."
"Okay, it will... President!"
Du Kang got up and left, but he couldn't get up to see him off.
He is half convinced of what Du Kang said.
He seemed to have heard of Miniature Cataclysm, Warmth, Purple Rose, and Survivors, especially when the name Warmth appeared, a tall figure of a man came to his mind.
"Whether to follow the current or go against it depends on your future choice."
This sentence suddenly popped out of my mind, complementing the memories of him being carried away by warlords.
Anyway, he can't move for the time being, so he can only lie in bed and think back and forth about the information Du Kang said.
In the following days, neither Purple Rose nor Du Kang appeared again. Until he could get up and start rehabilitation training with the help of medical staff, no one else came to find him.
He was strictly confined to a large suite, in addition to the rehabilitation room, which was also a large courtyard with some unknown plants and a small pool. The environment was quite nice.
The rehabilitation training progress is very ideal. He went from being able to stand for only 5 seconds before collapsing, and quickly recovered to walking on his own without the need for assistance. He vaguely felt that there was a suppressed force in his body.
A few days later, he was taken away by two warriors wrapped in bone armor and left the living room where he woke up for the first time.
Walking through the long corridor, he met several warriors wearing armor along the way, all of whom turned a blind eye to him.
Finally, the warrior led him into a huge room and respectfully retreated.
A tall man stood at the end of the room.
This room looks very much like a martial arts hall, surrounded by some wooden stakes, barbells, and knives, guns, and sticks. The wall facing the man has a large cursive "Wu" character, which appears strong and powerful.
"You... cough... you finally recovered." The man turned around and immediately recognized the whole person.
"Martial arts... Master... Master?"
With a strange expression on his face, Wu Wu waved his hand and said, "We don't have the rules of being a master or disciple. Just call me Wu Wu. I just happened to be back from outside, let's see how you're recovering. Now it seems that you look good."
"Master... Warmth... Thank you for your concern. I feel very well, but..."
"What is it?"
"I just feel an uncontrollable urge in my body to..." He said, unable to resist any longer, punching the wooden stake next to him.
Bang's "wooden stake" broke and the upper half was knocked off the wall, deeply embedded.
"I... I... this is..." He looked at his fist and couldn't believe how strong his strength was. This looks like a wooden stake, but unexpectedly it's made of iron inside.
Wu Wu's face changed slightly, he walked over and grabbed Tom's hand to touch it, then pressed it onto his abdomen and closed his eyes to feel it.
He immediately felt his abdomen warm and comfortable.
"It seems that your crystal nucleus has recovered very well, but as I have said before, a powerful force must be controlled by a stronger heart that matches it, otherwise you will be confused by the power and become a puppet of the power, a slave to desire."
"I don't remember that sentence anymore."
Wuwu nodded and said, "Purple Rose remembers, but she has always struggled to do it, which is why I value you more. A truly powerful person should know how to control their own power and desires, look at me." Wuwu walked to another iron stake and quickly punched, making a loud sound. The iron stake shook without any damage.
Is the power of militarism smaller than him? He doesn't think so.
"Your one is made of iron, and mine is made of real wood. Suppress your own strength, let your heart control it, and let it release according to your needs, instead of blindly waving your fists."
The quick punches from Wu Wu looked very forceful, but hitting the wooden stake only caused vibration and no damage, which was something he found unbelievable. Perhaps... is the military really that powerful?
Feeling his confusion, Wu Wu walked up to the wall and faced the huge "Wu" character. Suddenly, he let out a loud "drink!" and cut off the drink. His fist quickly hit out, only leaving a big hole in the wall.
He walked over and saw that the wall was actually made of steel, and when his fist lightly tapped, it made a loud banging sound. From the cross-section, it was as thick as a palm.
Wuwu looked at his puzzled gaze and said in a deep voice, "Don't hesitate to punch, don't hesitate to exert force, and understand yourself when you exert your heart!"
In his mind, another sound suddenly came to mind. In the picture, a man in black faced a tall Jingba dog and made the same "drink" sound. He punched the tall Jingba dog on the head, and the dog stopped its howling, tilted its head and remained motionless.
"Ah!" He suddenly felt a splitting headache and knelt down with his head covered. "Master... military... my head hurts so much... why? Why?"
"It depends on your future choice whether to follow the current or go against it," said Wu Wu, turning his back to him with both hands on his back
After listening to this sentence, the pain in his head eased and he rolled his eyes white and fainted.