Chapter 57: will

Ji Yijun looked up at the lamp in the operating room, and there was still no light. All unnecessary equipment is cut off, so that the extremely limited electrical energy of the small generator can be used in more valuable places.
In front of the door of the operating room, he always forgets to be in this world. In a trance, he thought that when he was eight years old, the grandmother left his cold night. He also wandered at the door of the operating room, but with a very different mood. At that time, fear and sorrow seemed to cover the whole world, and now he is immersed in deep regret.
Ji Yijun lowered his head, put his hands in his pants pockets, and kicked a small stone on the ground with his toes. He moved slowly and his feet were very light. He seemed to be afraid of disturbing the doctor in the operating room. From that night on, whenever he was in a trance, he would do so, as if an inconspicuous stone could absorb all his negative emotions.
Garcia curled up in her seat and fell asleep. The tension along the way exhausted the energy of the half-old boy. Ji Yijun was annoyed to find that he didn't even have a complaining person. He kicked angrily, and the stone flew to the entrance of the corridor, bounced a few times, and fell off.
"Oh, who is so wicked." A female voice came downstairs.
Ji Yijun quickly glanced at the entrance of the corridor and saw Ye Zi wearing a training suit come up.
"I knew that you did a good job!" Ye Zi walked toward Ji Yijun with great force.
Ji Yijun groaned in his heart, and quickly anxiously excused: "You, how do you know. This, this is really a misunderstanding. I just want to make a joke. I didn't expect this to happen."
"Huh? Are you apologizing?"
"Yeah, not only to apologize, but also regret to die."
"As for?" Ye Zi turned around him with a surprised look, and then said affirmatively: "If you don't ventilate, you must have done something bad!"
"Hey? I ... what are you talking about?"
"Kick the stone. What are you talking about?"
"I ... I'm talking about kicking stones."
"Well, go to you. You kind of have a diary on your face every day, and you still want to lie to me? Tell your sister honestly, what do you do to hurt the world?" Ye Zi grabbed Ji Yijun. Asked the collar.
Ten minutes later, Ji Yijun was punctured by Ye Zi three times, and finally told the situation honestly. Ye Zi stared at him for a long time, and finally said: "Good boy, there is a kind! A kind of idiot. Zhang Hong that bastard, who hates anyone who reads it, Du Mei who is in the same group as him is the third in our bedroom. , Tucao came up with this and couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights. But you are so stupid that you are instructing outsiders to beat him. "
Ji Yijun looked at her with a depressed face, and asked, "What if you would do? Let him wear small shoes with pride every day?"
"Of course not! If it were me, I would ..." She leaned closer to Ji Yijun, her right fist smashed on the left palm: "I'm sure I beat him, I was masked, just hit the sap!"
Ji Yijun: "..."
At this time, the door of the operating room opened and a nurse hurried out. Ji Yijun quickly stopped in front of her and asked, "Doctor, doctor! How is it? Did you save it?"
"The situation is critical, don't block the road. Obviously the blood is the correct type, but hemolysis has occurred. I have to ask other doctors to come to the consultation." The nurse pushed Ji Yijun away and hurried upstairs.
"Why is this! This, this ..." Ji Yijun looked pale, staring at Ye Zi in a daze, speechless.
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Li Jia was sitting in his shop, no one tied him, but he couldn't make it. Around a dozen big men guarded him with hatchets and sticks. These people looked at him with bad looks, some were satisfied and firm, some were ignorant and cunning.
However, these people took a step back at least, willing to let Hong Lifeng send Zhang Hong to school.
Now, he is the only one here, in the crowd, but helpless. Although these natives have bad attitudes, they will not treat him for a while, everything depends on Enrique's situation. Li Jia does not blame them. He knows that holding a group outside is the way of survival for these remote villagers. For these people who are very weak in any way, it is their instinct to attack the outside crowd. Now, too.
The room was so quiet that breathing could be heard. This silence was like a calm sea. Under the sea water, there was actually a turbulent undercurrent.
Li Jia's eyes swept over a chubby middle-aged man, who had been coaxing in the crowd before. Li Jia recognized several of them standing around him, all of whom were shopkeepers of small shops in town. These people looked at him with a bad look, but they were a little afraid. The threat of Li Jia before seemed to make them restless. He said to the middle-aged man: "The shop we opened has affected your business?"
The middle-aged man looked at him with some vigilance, and then said: "Yes. You outsiders robbed us of our jobs. We don't have a magician to support us, we don't have magical goods, and our days are much worse than before."
"We have also brought a better life to those around us. Look, the umbrella you use as a cane in your hand is our product. Many more people have used our thermos, washbasin and mirror. Li Jia said in a calm tone.
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"What does it matter to me? Before you came, my store could earn seven or eight silver coins a month, but only three this month." The middle-aged man said angrily.
Li Jia suddenly discovered that they spent their main energy on how to feed their own people, but did not think about the various measures made by the school, what impact it has on the locals. This conflict may be an accident. , But some dissatisfaction may have bred long ago. If there is no impulse Ji Yijun, it will also burst out at another time, maybe it will be more trouble to accumulate at that time. He thought for a while and said, "I don't think we need to fight against it. If you follow me, you can make more money. Maybe you can earn more than one gold coin every month."
The faces of several people have changed dramatically. One gold coin per month can undoubtedly allow a person to live a "superior" life in the town. A gold coin means that you can eat white bread and milk every day, every meal can have fish and meat, and the whole family can buy new clothes from time to time. Other guys around him heard this and commotioned. They all stared at Li Jia curiously, wanting to hear what he would say. The shopkeepers were scratched to the itch, and they leaned over to Li Jia and asked, "Adult, are you talking about the truth? How?"
"I'll ask you first, are the things we sell good?"
The middle-aged man touched the umbrella in his hand and agreed: "Of course, otherwise how could it make our business difficult to do?"
Li Jia pointed to the direction of the school outside the window: "Did you see the black smoke?"
"Ah! Isn't that the devil's breath?" A big man said unobstructed.
The middle-aged man kicked him and said to Li Jia somewhat flatteringly, "Please don't listen to these rough bullshits, we have no knowledge, I really don't know what Master Magician is doing."
Li Jia nodded and said, "That's actually the source of the wealth the magician created for us. All those wonderful commodities you see are produced there. We are different from those small workshops, and we will have more goods in the future. Your imagination is too much for us to sell ourselves. At this time, if you join us and sell them to other villages and towns, will you still have no money to make? "
"Really, is it really possible?"
For a time, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Where are we going?" Ji Yijun asked Ye Zi in front while running on the road to school.
"Go to someone who can save your life." Ye Zito replied without looking back.
"Don't the doctors all meet in the hospital? Who else can we go to? I'll do the job alone, I will go to Principal Guo, Wang Jiyuan and my dad will admit their mistakes. I can't save myself and pull down! I'll be dispatched to the old forest go with."
Ye Zi heard this stop and stared at Ji Yijun angrily: "Ji Yijun, are you still a man? Do you have a little sense of responsibility?"
"Why not? I was the one who beat me up. I have confessed all the crimes. Isn't it a sense of responsibility?"
Ye Zi put a foot on Ji Yijun's calf, Ji Yijun hugged his leg and hummed.
"Are you saying‘ Saving ca n’t pull down ’?

"Save ..., save ..., well, well, I surrender." Seeing Ye Zi raise his leg again, Ji Yijun counseled decisively.
"Humph, you are just beating."
Ji Yijun limped and ran with Ye Zi, and ran all the way up to the fifth floor of the Chemical Building. She rushed in from room to room and finally dragged out a beautiful girl with ponytails in a laboratory.
"This is Wu Jingrong, the oldest member of our bedroom." Ye Zi hurriedly introduced. Then she took her arm and asked, "What about Morey? Take me there."
"This is?" Wu Jingrong glanced at Ji Yijun, who was rubbing his legs, and then at Ye Zi, who was breathless, and asked with some confusion.
"Insignificant person." Ye Zi waved his hand. "In short, take me to see Morey."
"This Morey ... can we really help us?" Ji Yijun asked, "Isn't he that alchemist, and has anything to do with saving people? Besides, isn't the alchemist synonymous with river and lake crooks?"
"Hey, that lame, who are you, don't say that Mr. Morey." Wu Jingrong, who was leading the way, jumped up like a fried cat. "Mr. Morey is a genius. He learns things super fast and has many ideas. Now he is the researcher who has produced the most results here. "
"Wow, elder sister, you are so protective of an indigenous person, is it because you love him at first sight? It's really a taste."
"You ... asshole!" Wu Jingrong lifted his white coat and prepared to put a foot on his other calf.
"Okay, shut up! Life is off!" Ye Zi glared at each of them, and then said to Ji Yijun: "Although the doctors don't know why there is a hemolytic reaction, Morey may know. He is an alchemist. It will be equipped with medicine. When we invited him to dinner in the bedroom last time, I heard him talk about the bloodline strength and bloodline transformation. I do n’t know if it is the so-called bloodline. It has to be asked anyway! "