Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Chapter 210 During the Injury Period

At night, a person whom Su Ping had never expected came to his ward. The other person had a head full of white hair and looked at him with a kind look.

"Good job, kid!" The old man, who was old but still vigorous, gave him a thumbs up, then he sat on the stool next to him and spoke silently.

Su Ping could not have imagined that the commander-in-chief of Kaiyang Star would come to the ward, but he could not speak or move, so he could not do anything.

The commander-in-chief expressed his feelings and said slowly: "Brothers from Lishajiao, you are all great. Thanks to your bravery and fearlessness, the support we provided was truly meaningful when it arrived!

I have heard from the doctor about your condition. If you don't take more care of it, it will be difficult to recover. So I will give you a period of leave. You can come back to work after your injury is completely healed. Do you understand?"

Su Ping couldn't answer, so he could only blink to indicate that he understood.

The commander sighed and said, "It's good that you understand. Well... I won't say more. There are still some brothers who came down from the battlefield and are seriously injured. I will go to see them too. You should take a good rest."

Su Ping caught a glimpse of the old man leaving the room, and the entire ward became quiet again. After waiting for a while, Ningguang brought Baiwen in again, saying that they were going to keep watch.

Ningguang looked at the boy lying on the bed and sighed softly, "I hope he gets better soon."

For many days to come, Su Ping could only lie in the ward. His body's consciousness gradually recovered, but the severe pain that existed even without moving made it difficult for him to fall asleep on his own.

Therefore, the medicines used to treat his injuries also included some pain-relieving and sleeping-inducing herbs. If he still didn't get better, seven or eight doctors would come in and give him acupuncture to regulate his qi and apply hot compresses to remove the waste.

Every day was boring, and there was no way to avoid it. Fortunately, a month later, his injuries were really getting better, his throat had recovered a lot, and he was finally able to speak.

Although the voice was hoarse and sounded like a dry branch being crushed by a foot, at least people could hear clearly what he was saying.

"Sister Ningguang, I hid a god's eye that had lost its light in my clothes that day. Did you see it?"

“Is this the one?” Ningguang picked up the dim Eye of God on the counter next to her and placed it in front of him.

"Yes, yes, this is it. You must keep it well and put it together with the money I sent to a friend. I will deal with it after I recover!" Su Ping's expression changed and he spoke quickly.

Ningguang quickly comforted her, "Okay, okay, don't get excited. I'll do as you say. Be careful. This is the early stage of recovery. Nothing can happen."

Su Ping also listened to the advice and did not elaborate on the matter. Instead, he asked about the news from the outside world in recent days.

"From the day you were sent back, you were unconscious for five days before you woke up. Then, reports about you fighting four thousand monsters alone and surviving were flying everywhere."

When talking about this, Ningguang couldn't help but hold her forehead and said, "They couldn't get in here where the Qianyan Army was stationed, so they ran to the shop to ask, and it's still endless after a month.

I heard that Sister Xiaocui is in a similar situation, and your three senior classmates, Keqing, Nan Zhangsheng, have all had reporters come to ask about your situation and your life!"

Hearing that one man was fighting four thousand monsters alone, Su Ping was silent for a while before continuing, "If it really doesn't work, report it to the Qianyan Army. This situation has interfered with our daily lives, so we can ask the Qianyan Army to solve it."

"I know, so I made a little extra money during this period of time." Ningguang smiled brightly, her peach blossom eyes seemed to contain water, clear and moving, delicate but not gaudy, charming but not vulgar.

“I should say it or not, you are worthy of being Sister Ningguang…” Su Ping forced a smile, and the corners of his mouth that were forced to rise as if by a hook quickly sank again.

Ningguang turned around and signaled Baiwen to leave first. Then she moved the stool closer and rested her chin on the bed, appearing only a little bit in his sight.

Su Ping was of course aware of her good intentions, so he just followed his mood and spoke frankly.

"I'm actually very glad that I didn't die on the battlefield, but I also hate that I didn't die on the battlefield. There were three battlefields at that time. I don't know what happened to the other two, but I was the only one who survived in the center. It's hard to describe this feeling..."

Ningguang remained silent, acting as a listener. She had never been in the army, had never experienced the horrific fighting, and had never watched her comrades die tragically around her. She could not understand that feeling.

But when she looked at the young man's shocking injuries and learned from him what happened at that time, she suddenly seemed to understand how it felt to survive alone while her comrades were buried. It was a helplessness like being oppressed by countless heavy mountains.

Under the mountains called "Dead Souls", those who are oppressed by them may never feel well in their lives, because this cannot be forgotten, and cannot be forgotten.

Ningguang listened silently. After the boy had expressed his many worries and resentments, she finally spoke. Her voice was gentle and soothing.

"Maybe they'll be proud that you survived."

"Really?" Su Ping asked with an embarrassed expression, "Is that so?"

Ningguang comforted them softly, "Yes, you are their last continuation. Because of you, their fighting figures are still remembered. Their bravery will always be there!"

"That's...good."

The young man who had experienced countless killings and then was unable to speak for a month, now looked like a young man who had found the answer, his eyes were bright and he could see the truth at a glance.

However, the pursuit of knowledge has its price. Su Ping fainted on the spot because his heartbeat was too fast and his body was weak.

When he woke up again, it was already the next day.

Who would have thought that Grandma Ping's words would come true, and Su Ping really fell into a coma again because of Ningguang, but the statements about the blood boiling seemed a little different.

By the third month, Su Ping's injuries had mostly healed, and his bone and meridian problems had also been cured under Grandma Ping's care.

In her own words, "My disciple is truly blessed. Even if he humiliates himself like this, he still has a chance to recover. This is truly a once-in-a-millennium opportunity!"

As for a certain large bird that learned about this, it also nodded and said, "With such a fearless spirit, he is indeed Ah Ping's disciple."

At this moment in the ward, Su Ping and Ning Guang were sitting opposite each other.

Although his body was still wrapped in bandages, he was able to walk and stand slowly. As long as he didn't practice martial arts right away, there would be no major problems.

"It seems that I am still the winner in this round." Ningguang pinched the chess piece with two fingers and placed it at the end point on the chessboard, with an expression of indescribable joy on her face.

Su Ping scratched his head. He was still in the learning stage about the rules and gameplay of this chess game. It was normal for him to lose, so he did not insist on playing another game, but talked about other things.

“Sister Ningguang, how come you suddenly have the idea of ​​playing this kind of chess game? I haven’t heard you mention it before.” Su Ping asked leisurely, supporting his chin with one hand.

Ningguang pointed a finger at the boy’s forehead and said with a smile, “I just had this idea recently. I’ll use the streets of Liyue Harbor as a reference, and use famous figures from ancient times to play chess. Let’s play a chess game that has the style of Liyue!”

Su Ping closed his eyes slightly and smiled faintly: "Sister Ningguang's ability to brag about herself and others is really increasing day by day. There are only you and me as the prototype chess pieces on this board. Where does the past and present come from?"

“Then maybe there will be one.” Ningguang flipped her hand and placed it on the boy’s neck. Her beautiful face, slightly made up, slowly approached. “Little brother, aren’t you a possibility?”

"Me?" Su Ping was stunned.

"Of course, could it be me?" Ningguang pointed at herself and said self-deprecatingly, "In ancient times, I have never heard of any merchant with a fortune who could leave his name in history."

Su Ping thought about the future, and then took another look at the red lips that were so close to him. He suddenly felt hot in his heart, as if there was an irresistible magic that pushed his head forward.

"What's going on? I'm obviously not thinking about these things. No, I have to hold it in, I have to hold it in, otherwise I will seem so frivolous!" Su Ping shouted in his heart, and then tried to look at the woman in front of him calmly.

He was like this, and Ningguang, who looked calm, was actually feeling the same way in his heart. He was equally anxious and had two ridiculous questions in his mind.

"When will he kiss me? Why hasn't he kissed me yet?"

There were doubts that could not be answered, and of course no one would get any response if they didn't ask the questions. The two of them just remained in a stalemate, staring into each other's eyes, feeling each other's breath, feeling the heat and unbearable.

"Little brother..."

"Sister Ningguang..."

Almost at the same time, the boy and the girl called out to each other, and then fell silent together, never to speak again.

After staring at each other for a long time, Su Ping finally couldn't hold back any longer. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Ningguang, I'm sorry!"

Ningguang was secretly delighted and quickly moved forward.

When their lips touched, it felt as numb as if there was thunder and lightning. The two of them were oblivious to what was happening outside the window, and were completely immersed in this mood, unable to extricate themselves.

So the two of them didn't notice at all that there was a purple-haired figure by the door. After seeing this scene through the crack in the door, he covered his mouth with one hand, trying hard to prevent his laughter from being heard.

In her heart, she wanted to turn around and not look at them immediately, but afterwards, it was difficult for her to look away. She stared at the two of them with great interest.

At the same time, the purple-haired figure had a question in his mind, "They passed by like this, don't they need to breathe?"

A full cup of tea passed before the two people, who were inseparable and inseparable, slowly separated, breathing heavily, looking at each other with a sly smile.

Ningguang looked at the young man with red lips, holding his chin with one hand, and said in amazement: "If little brother dresses up carefully, I wonder how many women will be outshined by you, and how many men will be obsessed with you?"

Su Ping was not to be outdone. He grabbed the woman's hand and grinned, "I don't know, but Sister Ningguang looks like this, which is what I like the most!"

Inside the door, the two were chatting animatedly, and outside, there were no more spectators.