Chapter 103 - 19_5

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Chapter 103: Chapter 19_5So, this is not an image of a female Bodhisattva, but it is not incorrect to call it that either, because in the superficial and broad understanding of the divine system among ordinary people, any female deity could be referred to as a female Bodhisattva. "Take him to the city hospital." Luo Tingrui sighed and then said to Xue Liangliang, "You should also go to the hospital for another check-up to make sure there’s nothing wrong." Xue Liangliang pointed to Li Zhiyuan and said, "This little friend should also get checked." S~eaʀᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Yes, little friend, which village and team do your adults belong to?" "Shinan Town Si Yuan Village’s fourth team." Luo Tingrui looked at Xue Liangliang: "I’ll go talk to his family and say you students are taking him to the city for some fun, and we’ll drive him home in the evening. I can’t leave the construction site, so you take them, the car should be waiting at the entrance now." "Okay, Chief." Xue Liangliang helped Zhao Hequan up again, then gestured for Li Zhiyuan to follow, and indeed, there was a car parked at the western entrance of the construction site with the driver inside. Once they approached, the driver immediately drove towards the city. On the way, Li Zhiyuan was pondering that if Mr. Luo spoke to Grandpa and the others, they would certainly be reassured, after all, Mr. Luo’s position as deputy commander was even higher than the town mayor. Arriving at Nantong People’s Hospital was exactly ten o’clock in the morning. Li Zhiyuan checked his arm; the marks were no longer visible. He was completely healed, but after returning, Li Zhiyuan would still set up a small altar to honor his promise. Xue Liangliang was about the same; his soybean-sized marks had also faded. However, what differed from the nearly recovered state of the two was the seeming entirety of suffering that had fallen upon Zhao Hequan. When they set out, he had regained some of his consciousness and seemed much better, but on the road, his condition worsened again. He vomited more than once in the car, spewing out sour-smelling liquid. This really worried the driver, who honked the horn much more forcefully. Upon reaching the hospital, Xue Liangliang first arranged for Zhao Hequan to be sent to emergency, and then took Li Zhiyuan by the hand to do a blood test and a series of other checks. When it was nearly time for lunch while waiting for the results, Xue Liangliang went to the hospital canteen, bought some steamed buns, and brought them back to eat with Li Zhiyuan. "It seems we have to wait until the afternoon shift to get the report," Xue Liangliang said, looking at Li Zhiyuan. "After we get the report in the afternoon, I’ll go to the little store at the entrance to buy you some milk and little toys to take back with you." "Thank you, Brother." "What is there to thank, after all, it’s me who dragged you into this." This incident was caused by him and Zhao Hequan using a hammer to smash the statue; how could this little kid be swinging a heavy hammer? Li Zhiyuan bit into a bun with his head down, acknowledging that it was indeed caused by him, but he didn’t blame him in his heart. It’s hard to dislike someone as sunny, cheerful, and attentive as him, and he himself liked to play that kind of persona... Hiss! Li Zhiyuan clenched the bun in his left hand and grabbed his head with his right, his expression pained. Damn it, that feeling was surfacing again. At this moment, Li Zhiyuan felt his vision blur, experiencing a sense of displacement from his own body. In fact, this was a physical manifestation of the disconnection between self-awareness and identity. Images of his mother’s cold indifference and mockery in recent years surfaced again in his mind. He knew clearly that once he let this condition spiral out of control, completing the disassociation, he would forever lose his identity as "Little Yuanhou." When facing familial and social relations, he would respond with indifference and resistance, unable to even pretend. But he truly liked this kind of life; he didn’t want to let go. If it wasn’t for his mother leading the way, he might not be so resistant; he might even be curious about trying to experience what it felt like. But now, it was precisely because of the shadow of his mother that he was afraid. Perhaps even Li Lan herself hadn’t anticipated, after going to great lengths to find her son a psychologist and various methods to intervene and treat him timely... The effect was nowhere near as significant as that of her own negative case study. "Xiao Yuan, what’s wrong, Xiao Yuan, are you feeling unwell?" Xue Liangliang was startled, scared that the child might be seriously ill because of him. Li Zhiyuan silently and rapidly recounted his family relationships in his mind; this time, he even brought in Grandpa Bei and Grandma Bei, while the frequency at which he thought of Qin Li also increased. That girl who only had eyes for him, he really didn’t want to face her gaze upon his return with indifference. At the same time, Li Zhiyuan also thought: I’ve only found the way to tackle the eighth book of Face Reading; I haven’t dared to test it yet, so I can’t consider it mastered! The Eight Diagram algorithms of my fate chart deduction are not yet complete. Although I’m making quick progress, what if I get stuck later? No, even if I’ve mastered these two books, there are still so many books in Grandmaster’s basement, I’m definitely not going to finish reading and learning them all; I’m definitely going to fail, definitely going to be stumped and frustrated and grow to loathe studying! "Snap!" A soundless snap, as if consciousness and identity had snapped back into place. Li Zhiyuan finally let out a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair with his face covered in cold sweat. Indeed, the frustration of study seems to be the most effective. This sudden occurrence in him was probably related to breaking open the eighth book last night, losing his self-awareness as a poor student. "Xiao Yuan, are you alright?" "I’m fine now, Brother Liangliang." Li Zhiyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said reassuringly to comfort him, even deliberately adding, "It’s not because of this, I have epilepsy."

Chapter 103 - 19_5

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