After leaving the police station, Ming Jue returned home.

At this time, most doctors are resting, and only the emergency department is on duty. He is not in a hurry, so he just waited for the doctor to go to work before talking.

In addition, there are some things at home that need to be cleaned up.

Those guns, lighters and other things that come from Gin are best transferred to the storage room in the basement.

It will not be troublesome if you are discovered when you are not discovered.

There are also ropes that were originally tied to gin, which is best to burn.

His building has four floors. When he was injured his leg, he lived on the first floor for the convenience of travel.

After the prosthesis adapted, he gradually moved back to the original second floor.

He made small single rooms on the third and fourth floors, which were specially used for rent. The rooftop was empty, so it was used to dry the quilt.

As for the basement, it is purely a pile of debris.

The iron door in the basement had already rusted, and the lock hanging on it was searching for the key for most of the day before finding it out.

There was a thick layer of dust on the aisles inside.

Mingjue turned on the light and walked into the storage room. A smell of mold came to his face.

His city is located along the coast. The moisture is extremely heavy under the erosion of the sea breeze. Many things become moldy and get damp when they are not careful.

Mingjue stuffed the sealed cardboard box into a pile of debris. After confirming that it would not attract attention, he stayed in several empty rooms for a while.

He must have kindness to those who came from another world. But there will definitely be no one like Gin. If he meets him again next time, he will definitely not be able to send him to the police station.

He needs to prepare for this basement and make good use of it.

But now the key thing is to take a break and go to the hospital for a check-up after dawn.

Ming Jue returned to the bedroom and originally felt that it was unlikely that he could sleep, but who would have thought that he would fall asleep as soon as he fell into bed.

Listen carefully, you can also hear subtle snoring.

I was so tired tonight, both mentally and physically.

It was not until the sky was bright that Mingjue opened his eyes in a daze.

After looking at the ceiling for a while, he was stunned, and then he realized what happened last night.

Until now, after the danger faded, he completely relaxed and felt how unreal what happened last night was, like a strange dream.

But unfortunately, the pain from his back clearly told him that this was not a dream.

He sat up from the bed and grinned in pain.

"Hiss, that guy Gin was really merciless at all..."

He could still bear the pain last night. When he woke up, every piece of flesh on his back seemed to be protesting against him.

"This is definitely more than just an internal injury..."

Internal injury plus external injury, and additional injuries.

He looked up at the wall clock. He had only planned to sleep for a while, but it was already half past ten.

Without caring about the pain, Ming Jue put on his clothes and washed himself and went out to the hospital.

Mingjue lived in the hospital not far away. Mingjue rode a small electric donkey and arrived in ten minutes.

He is a regular visitor to this hospital. He basically comes to the hospital for regular check-ups every once in a while, and he doesn’t know how much the examination fee is spent. This time it is rare to come to the hospital for re-examination.

Dr. Wang, who came out of the clinic to go to the bathroom, saw Ming Jue and said hello: "Hey, Ming Jue, why are you here? Are your legs uncomfortable?"

Dr. Wang is the attending doctor of Mingjue. His head is bald and tends to be increasingly serious.

Ming Jue glanced at the back of his head and recalled the last time he saw Dr. Wang, and sighed silently in his heart.

Being bald is indeed irreversible. Even doctors cannot slow down their transformation into the Mediterranean.

"Well, I feel that the prosthetic limbs are a little loose, come and have a look."

"It's loose? It shouldn't be..." Dr. Wang was a little puzzled.

Mingjue's prosthesis is very well fitted and should not have happened.

"You go and get a number, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll check you later."

"Yeah." Ming Jue nodded and went to the number machine to register with a familiarity.

"...What are you doing? You are so loose!" Dr. Wang, who had checked the prosthetic condition, held down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, unable to hide his surprise.

Ming Jue avoided Dr. Wang's eyes and was a little embarrassed: "I fought with someone..."

"Who is so immoral and specializes in picking this place to fight?"

When Dr. Wang heard this, his temper came up and greeted the guy who beat Ming Jue warmly.

It’s okay if you don’t take care of the disabled, but you still attack the disabled. Are all your morals eaten by dogs? Is it in vain for so many years of compulsory education?

Ming Jue listened to Dr. Wang's greetings and complained silently in his heart.

The guy who takes action has no moral character and has not received compulsory education.

"There is also a lot of pain on my back. That guy hit me with a chair, and didn't hold back at all. He felt an internal injury..."

Listening to Mingjue's words, Dr. Wang frowned even more and more. He lifted Mingjue's clothes and immediately saw the purple back.

"Which little turtle boy is so cruel! Let's go with me to identify his injuries. If he doesn't let him lie to prison for a few months, I don't believe in the king!" Dr. Wang stood up and pulled Ming Jue out of the clinic. His decisiveness left a big cold sweat on Ming Jue's head.

Mingjue naturally could not bother Dr. Wang. In the past two years of his injury, Dr. Wang was treating him. From time to time, he would call him to ask about his condition and give him various advice. He was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and would work as a part-time psychologist to enlighten him. He could be said to have done his best and can be called a good Chinese doctor.

He just has a bit irritable temper and likes to curse people.

Mingjue treats him as an elder, so there is no reason to bother the elders in this kind of thing.

He pushed Dr. Wang into the chair and sat down, comforting him, "That guy is now locked in the police station. You sit down and I'll go by myself."

Ming Jue said for a while before he comforted Dr. Wang.

These injuries were all kinds of films. He was familiar with him, so there was no need for Dr. Wang to accompany him.

After shooting all the films, it was already after 12 noon when Mingjue returned to the clinic.

Dr. Wang didn't get off work and kept waiting for him.

After watching the movie, Dr. Wang's brows became much looser.

"The situation is fine, it doesn't hurt the lungs, it's just a little blood stasis, it's just a pain for the first half of the month..."

Ming Jue has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has always been in good health and is very resistant to beatings. Thanks to this, otherwise it would be fine if an ordinary person was smashed by gin and lie in the hospital for ten days and half a month.

Dr. Wang rolled up his sleeves, pointed to the hospital bed next to him and said, "Your top is dragged here, I will first let you activate blood, and then re-fix your prosthetic limb."

"Doctor Wang, why don't you go to have a meal first? It's okay to be busy after dinner."

"Stop talking nonsense, lie down! I will not starve to death if I eat less, but you will be in pain..."
Chapter completed!