You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 243 I Want to Eat Vegetable Rolls

The monster roared and died on Changqing. Changqing was gasping for breath, but he did not feel the slightest bit of relief for surviving the disaster.

Instead, he felt a suffocating feeling that made it hard for him to breathe. The monster was very heavy. Chang Qing tried hard to push the monster away. After several attempts, he finally succeeded.

The moment he pushed the monster away, a ray of light shone into his eyes and Changqing took a deep breath of fresh air.

When I came to my senses, I found that there was a pure white ceiling above my head, and the monster that was suffocating me turned into a white sheet that I was holding in my palm.

Looking at the familiar environment around him, the slightly bitter air, the figures in white coats, and the face he had been thinking about day and night not far away, Chang Qing was stunned.

Everything in front of me was so familiar. It was a scene that had long been sealed in my memory, but now it was vividly presented before me.

"Is it a bizarre dream? Or am I finally back?" Chang Qing couldn't believe it and even slapped himself hard.

The intense pain told Changqing that this didn't seem to be a dream.

Everyone present was shocked by Changqing's actions. The figure hugged Changqing in his arms, and the familiar breath made him calm down a lot.

"Qing'er~" A familiar voice came into Changqing's ears, bringing him back to his senses. Looking at the wrinkled person in front of him, Changqing wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

She opened her lips several times, but the emotion was suppressed in her throat, unable to come out, until Chang Qing tried to whisper through her dry voice: "Mom~"

This scene seemed frozen in time, and Chang Qing couldn't help but sink into it.

After a long time, Changqing was separated from his mother. The doctors came forward and said with emotion:

"What a miracle!"

"Half an hour ago, his heart clearly stopped beating, but he survived."

"Quickly check the indicators. Maybe the data this time will be of great help to us in this unknown field."

The doctors began to record various data busily, and they seemed to be even more excited than Changqing's mother.

Changqing's mother stood at the head of Changqing's bed, looking at Changqing's face, with a glimmer in the corners of her eyes. She asked softly with a faint smile on her lips, "Qing'er, what do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you later."

Chang Qing looked down at his hands wrapped with medical equipment, thought for a while, and said, "I never had the chance to eat vegetable rolls, and now I really want to eat them."

"Okay! Then Caijuan, you just lie down quietly and let the doctor finish the examination. I will be back soon." The mother's slightly doting words came.

Time passed bit by bit, and the examination was nearing the end. There was nothing wrong with Changqing's body, but the doctor still asked Changqing to rest in the hospital for two days to observe the situation.

After the doctor left, the entire ward fell into silence, so quiet that Changqing could hear his own breathing.

Changqing stared at his left hand and clenched it tightly.

Changqing took off the monitoring device on his body, walked downstairs, sat on the bench under the inpatient department, and looked quietly at the end of the road.

Half an hour later, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.

Changqing tightened his left hand again and walked forward with a smile on his face.

"Oh! Qing'er, why did you come down by yourself? It's windy outside, don't catch a cold." The mother's concerned nagging voice came.

Chang Qing scratched his head with his right hand, revealed a shy smile and said, "The doctor said everything is normal. It would be good to get down and move around. My joints are rusty from lying there."

"Okay, okay, it's up to you! Are you hungry? I just made some vegetable rolls and your favorite tofu and crucian carp soup." The mother asked, shaking the heavy food box in her hand.

"I'm hungry!" Chang Qing touched his stomach which didn't look empty.

"Then let's go upstairs and eat." Mother pulled Changqing and was about to go upstairs.

Chang Qing stopped and looked at the stone table not far away and said, "Let's eat there! We are so hungry that we can't wait any longer."

The mother vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Changqing, so she looked at him a few more times, hiding her worry in her eyes.

On the stone table, Changqing sniffed the unique aroma of the vegetable rolls, groaned, and couldn't wait for his mother to set the table, so he reached out and took out a vegetable roll and started eating.

After eating a few bites, Chang Qing noticed his mother's gaze, took out some vegetable rolls and placed them in front of his mother, saying, "Mom, you eat too!"

Changqing's left hand began to tremble slightly, but it seemed that it had no effect on Changqing and did not suppress his appetite at all.

Seeing Changqing wolfing down his food, his mother took out the crucian carp soup and said, "There's still a lot left. Don't eat so hastily. When you're discharged from the hospital, there will be plenty of vegetable rolls!"

Chang Qing picked up the spoon with his left hand, took a sip, swallowed the vegetable roll in his mouth, raised his head and asked: "Then what kind of person do you think I should be?"

The mother smiled and said, "It would be nice to watch you graduate, work, get married, have children, and then live out your old age in peace. Why do you ask for so much?"

"But we still have to be kind. Although it is the police's job to help the weak and eliminate the strong, we also have to do what we can and not forget our roots!"

As the mother spoke, she did not notice that Changqing's forehead was covered with sweat and his body was trembling slightly. On the palm of his hand holding the spoon, there were spots of blood dripping into the pure white soup, and the blood drops spread out to form red flowers, which was particularly eye-catching.

Changqing was still eating and listening to his mother's words, wanting to stay here for even one more second.

When in the hospital, a cool feeling came from the meridians of the whole body, and as time passed, the cool feeling gathered towards the palm of his left hand, and his palm became colder and colder. At that time, Chang Qing understood that this place was not the Nine Realms, but an illusion, and he had never left Yingxu.

But the reality of this illusion was beyond Changqing's expectations. Everything about it had never appeared before, even in his dreams. Changqing was reluctant to leave. However, the chill produced by Qingtian Nianqing Jue was reminding Changqing that the deeper he got into it, the more dangerous it would be.

Until the coolness in his hands turned into an intense burning pain, Changqing knew that this was the last time.

Changqing was eating frantically, watching his mother open up and talk about the principles of life. In Changqing's eyes, it didn't sound like nagging, but more like advice before leaving.

The mother came to her senses and was a little surprised to see the empty food box in front of her. With just a few words, Changqing had eaten up all the food. It was really amazing.

Seeing Changqing with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, the mother seemed to understand something. She looked at Changqing's face and said, "Don't worry about me. Take good care of yourself. Do you hear me?"

Chang Qing endured the severe pain, forced a smile and said: "Mom... Goodbye..."

The mother's figure faded, and everything in front of me turned into white mist and dissipated.

The pain in the palm of his hand was so severe that Changqing couldn't help but scream out in pain.

When he came to his senses again, there was no theater around, only a huge cave with people lying on the ground in all directions.

At first glance, the bodies of those gods seemed like bubbles and had disappeared long ago.