Chapter 85: A Medical Miracle!

Therefore, Gu Hansheng couldn't help but wonder if that report was actually a misdiagnosis from Shi Yi's earlier checkup. Did she know about this herself?

He pondered for a moment, rubbing his temples.

“But your health…”

Shi Yi quickly shook her head, raised her arm, and flexed muscles that didn't really exist.

“I’m really fine now. I’ve been fully recovered for a long time. If it weren’t for the doctor insisting I stay in the hospital a few more days for observation…”

“A trip far away, so what?” Gu Nuan looked him up and down. Judging by his demeanor, it probably wasn’t anything good.

Lin Hanruo walked over unceremoniously, grasped the Elf King's hand, and sent her spiritual power in, rather forcefully.

Lin Hanruo nodded. Though she spoke casually, she was already certain—when Fourth Master made his move just now, she felt the energy she once possessed.

Ron, breathing heavily, returned to his human form and landed on the ground, no longer blocking Wenga and Zhongli's advance.

He sighed in pain. Those twins already left Hagrid speechless, and now Ron was added to the mix.

Jian Wantong immediately patted his chest in assurance—the information was absolutely genuine, all painstakingly gathered by people he arranged.

“That’s great. She should have been fired ages ago. These days, every time I pass Jinshi Lane going to and from school, I have to be on guard,” a tall boy said resentfully.

At that moment, Jiang Yueqing’s mind filled with images, telling a story.

Ron stowed Gryffindor’s silver sword, then waved his left hand and exchanged a glance with the basilisk as if greeting it.

The commotion from the long-faced beast had already alerted the big-headed ants; some scouts were tracing the disturbance. This place was no longer safe. It was best to leave now.

Windwalking Technique was a mid-grade green skill, able to enhance the agility of its user, much like the art of lightfoot movement.

In northeastern Iraq, there are mountains; the west is desert. Between the plateau and mountains lies the vast Mesopotamian plain, covering most of the country, with elevations rarely exceeding a hundred meters. It’s exceptionally suitable for large-scale tank maneuvers.

The first message seemed to be sent by Chen Yalun, its content was brief—just the word “Done.”

“Resources, rings, and toys are all ready. Now we can go upstairs to the hot springs.” After checking all his preparations, Song Jie walked into the governor’s mansion hall.

“Yes!” came a chorus of delicate voices from the cavalry squad, but there was a solemn air. Clearly, everyone understood this was little more than a suicide mission.

Until Die’er, flustered and frightened, pulled her from the water. In that instant, all the droplets were drawn from her soul, leaving her.

“It’s all right.” Count Voban looked at Song Jie. “I’d like to see if your strength is truly as formidable as you claim.” At his gesture, the giant wolves surrounding Song Jie leapt at him.

“Hey, Brother Zhang Shan, where are we now?” a man in black instinctively asked Zhang Shan, who was not far beside him.

The shopping was nearly done. With four children, it wasn’t easy, so they headed home, leading the kids back.

After marveling at how powerful yet unreliable this fellow was, everyone entered the last room.

Even when ending a contract, shouldn’t Gao Xun have said something? Wasn’t he at all curious about why the relationship was suddenly terminated?

Night flowed like water, spring rain like oil. Inside the tent, lanterns flickered; outside, fine rain fell, water pooled and dripped quietly from the eaves, spreading ripples on the ground, as if sighing, as if lingering.

Yet, in just one week, the coalition lost more than six hundred warriors. Meanwhile, the territory of Count Bull suffered widespread plundering from the Peixin Group.

Dain himself would lead this force; the two legends, Muken and Grom, would of course accompany him.