"Brother Lin."
The conference room door was pushed open, and Shao Huo and Huo Zhengfeng walked in.
"How are you both feeling now?"
Lin Zifeng asked, activating his X-ray vision to carefully observe their physical conditions. He found that Shao Huo’s illness was slightly more severe, while Huo Zhengfeng’s sickness was significantly milder.
"My chronic illness is recovering very quickly. I estimate I’ll be fully cured in a while." Huo Zhengfeng laughed, "Young Master Lin is unmatched in combat power, and even his healing abilities leave in awe."
"Yes, yes, even my AIDS has improved a lot." At the ntion of Lin Zifeng’s healing abilities, Shao Huo got excited.
But a deep look from Lin Zifeng quickly frightened him.
If he hadn’t made such a mistake back then, how could he have contracted AIDS?
And how could there have been so many unnecessary incidents?
"So, Shao Huo, how’s your condition now?" Lin Zifeng asked.
"Brother Lin, don’t worry. I’m feeling great now. Look at , full of energy. And these days, I’ve been practicing swordsmanship with Brother Huo, who generously taught all the swordsmanship of his family. It’s a sha there’s been no battles to fight for so long, I’m starting to feel uncomfortable." Shao Huo chuckled continuously. When he contracted AIDS, it was because he was young and reckless, seeing things far too simplistically, almost leading himself down the wrong path.
"AIDS is a very difficult illness to treat, with a very long incubation period. It’s not sothing that can be cured in a day or two. Although you look fine on the surface, the virus is still gradually consuming your healthy cells."
"No, really? Is AIDS that terrifying? Brother Lin, with your treatnt thods, is it still incurable?"
They didn’t know where Lin Zifeng learned his dical skills, but every ti he treated them, his special thods were undoubtedly convincing, leaving even Huo Zhengfeng clueless about how Lin Zifeng healed them.
Western dicine emphasizes injections, dication, and surgery.
Chinese dicine involves dication and acupuncture.
But Lin Zifeng neither used needles nor dication, effortlessly removing the root of their diseases, leaving many frustrated and curious, yet Lin Zifeng never disclosed his thods, and they never asked.
"The incubation period for AIDS is generally ten to fifteen years. During this ti, you might feel fine, but once the symptoms manifest, you’ll understand the suffering of AIDS patients. As of now, it’s still incurable with current dical knowledge. So, it’s a very long process. Give ti, and I’m confident I’ll cure you," Lin Zifeng said earnestly.
"Brother Lin, all my dignity is given by you, my life too. Now I see all this very clearly. If I truly died but could do sothing for you, I, Shao Huo, would die without regrets."
"If you die, who will help conquer the world?" Lin Zifeng rebuked fiercely.
He disliked hearing talk of death between brothers, finding it particularly unsettling. The Nantian Gang was just established, and with everything he experienced, he’s very sensitive to such words.
"Hey, Brother Lin, it was just a joke. As long as you’re around, that’s the safest place," Shao Huo quickly flattered with a cheerful grin.
He could smile carefree and heartily in front of Lin Zifeng.
But in front of others, he wasn’t like this.
"Young Master Lin, I’m not articulate and might not say flattering words, but I’m genuinely grateful to you. Without your help, I would’ve never overco my limits, possibly remaining a worthless person my whole life."
Upon ntioning this, Huo Zhengfeng’s tone was filled with sorrow. Since returning with the copper head to the country, the Martial Arts Alliance practically abandoned him, not treating him as one of them, leaving him out of all matters, big and small.
An epic figure ending up in such a plight would break anyone’s heart.
"If you consider a brother, then I don’t want to hear such words again," Lin Zifeng suddenly beca stern.
Huo Zhengfeng’s face tightened, silent, his eyes slightly moist.
He was an orphan, a lonely swordsman.
During his ti at the Martial Arts Alliance, besides killing and completing tasks, there was nothing else to be done, no camaraderie, no one treating him as a brother.
Lin Zifeng was his first, and he would be the one he fervently serves in the future.
"Alright, what was a joyous occasion you two made lancholic. What do you an by this? Are you here for a tragic emotional story?" Lin Zifeng smiled wryly, patting their shoulders firmly and asked, "How are the Twelve Eagles?"
"They’re in the underground chamber now. Although their bodies are alive, their spirits seem..."
At this, Shao Huo was unwilling to continue.
He knew Lin Zifeng was deeply emotional.
"Alright, I need to go see them now. You two go back to your tasks." With that, Lin Zifeng turned toward the underground chamber.
What pained him most was seeing those brothers who fought alongside him and the coach he failed.
The secret of the Magic Bracelet was only known by the coach back then, and she never revealed it, sacrificing herself instead.
This sentint is worth cherishing in his mory...
Entering the underground chamber, gazing at the twelve familiar faces now wooden and lifeless tore Lin Zifeng’s heart.
Looking at Phantom, an uncontrollable emotion overwheld him.
The coach’s corpse was in a worse state than the ten Warhawks.
At least the corpses of the Twelve Eagles rembered Lin Zifeng, but the coach?
She was like a vegetable, alive but with a dead spirit.
This condition, doctors called it the living dead state.
Unless a miracle happened, she would remain like this forever.
Touching her familiar, warm face, a bitter smile appeared on Lin Zifeng’s face.
He didn’t know what to say, knowing whatever he said wouldn’t be rembered.
(I have urgent matters today, but I’ll be up all night writing two more Chapters, so you can read it in the morning. I won’t break my promise.)
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