Zhao Hao didn¡¯t stay in Songjiang that night and rushed back to Kunshan overnight.
At noon the next day, the Science No. stopped at the Jiangnan Hospital Pier by the Xiaolai River.
???????????????????????????????????? off to say hello to Li Lunming, while Young Master Zhao went around the back door into the hospital and came to the outside of Lin Zhongcheng's Nursing Home.
After knocking on the door of the courtyard, Lin Run's youngest son Lin Shaoyun came out and saw that it was Mr. Zhao, so he quickly and affectionately welcomed him into the courtyard.
In the yard, Lin Run was wearing a blue hospital gown, his arms resting on a wooden frame like parallel bars, and he was walking forward with difficulty.
Every movement makes him sweat profusely and he walks like a baby.
Suddenly, his feet gave way and his body tilted to the left. Sun, who was looking after him, exclaimed and hurriedly reached out to help him.
"Don't move!" Lin Run roared. He put his left arm on the wooden pole and used all his strength to hold on without falling.
The numbness and pain was unbearable to ordinary people, making his short hair all wet, and his face was covered with sweat, which flowed down his cheeks.
But the cotton hospital gown on his body only had a few sweat stains, and most of it was still dry.
Zhao Hao's eye circles immediately turned red. He knew it was because most of the pores on Lin Run's body were burned out and he was naturally unable to sweat.
"Master Zhao is here." When Mrs. Sun saw Zhao Hao, she quickly wiped her tears with a handkerchief and wished him blessings.
Zhao Hao quickly returned the courtesy respectfully, and then said to Lin Run, who was panting heavily: "Rehabilitation is a step-by-step process. Zhongcheng, don't push yourself too hard."
"I know." Lin Run's handsome face was basically preserved, and the slight burn on his forehead was covered by his short bangs. He still looked handsome. But people who are familiar with him can feel that Lin Zhongcheng is completely different from before.
The original Lin Run was as gentle as jade, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze. Lin Ruoyu's survival after the disaster is a bit chilling, just like Du Gongbu's saying, "The sky is filled with frost and dew, and the righteousness is chilling." ¡¯
Zhao Hao didn¡¯t pay too much attention. In his opinion, whoever gets involved in this kind of thing will have huge psychological changes. Just as the body needs to recover slowly, the mind also needs a recovery period.
He believed that with Lin Zhongcheng¡¯s strong heart, he would be able to come out on his own without anyone else having to worry about him.
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At this time, Li Lunming, who is currently in charge of Lin Run, came after hearing the news. As soon as he saw Zhao Hao, he started to scold him.
"Lin Zhongcheng is too impatient. He spends twelve hours a day and wants to spend ten hours exercising. How can he bear such a torment if his muscles and bones are so weak? I persuade him to be impatient with me and clamor to be discharged from the hospital."
As he spoke, Director Li muttered in a low voice: "It seems like no one wants to keep him."
"Okay." Zhao Hao waved his hand and was about to say a few words about Li Lunming. Then he remembered that Li Lunming was also an unyielding master. He could only smile patiently and said: "Rehabilitation medicine is a very important subject. It will definitely be the future of Jiangnan." The focus of the hospital¡¯s work. Do you think this is a good research object?¡±
"Oh, the young master can still talk." When Zhao Hao said this, Li Lunming suddenly felt that Lin Run was much cuter.
Zhao Hao asked about Lin Run's recovery again. Li Lunming said that Lin Run had been lying down for too long. Although he kept asking nurses to turn him over and move his hands and feet, he still had severe muscle atrophy and muscle adhesion all over his body. It takes more than half a year to recover.
"I don't have that much time!" Lin Run exploded again when he heard this.
"What else is wrong with you?" Li Lunming pointed at his hair in confusion and said, "Your hair hasn't grown. How dare you go out to meet people?"
He originally wanted to retort, why are you so addicted to officialdom? But thinking that the other party was hurt for the common people, he swallowed it back.
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Zhao Hao sent away Director Li, who could see a doctor but could not speak, and he and Shaoyun helped Lin Run into the ward. Let him sit down on a couch covered with thick cotton mattress.
Mrs. Sun served tea to the guests again, and the couple went out quietly so that they could talk.
"I'm not an official fan." After a long silence, Lin Run squeezed out a few words through his teeth. "I'm anxious for another reason."
"I know." Zhao Hao nodded and listened to Lin Run's words.
"I haven't told anyone this. If you don't believe it, just think I'm hysterical." Lin Run said something in a hoarse voice.
Mr. Zhao nodded again, and then heard his shocking words: "Guo Zuo of the Ming Dynasty has seventy-five years left, and he will perish in the hands of an emperor named Zhu Youjian!"
When Zhao Hao heard this, his head buzzed and he sat down on the bed in shock. His face turned pale, staring at Lin Run like a monster. He wanted to ask Gao Wu to come in and protect him.?My throat felt like it was being strangled, and I couldn't make any sound.
He secretly shouted in his heart, could it be that Lin Zhongcheng also had his soul penetrated like me? As his mind raced, several thoughts passed through his mind.
Is it time to unite those who come after us and work together to achieve the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation?
Or should he kill this potential threat to avoid exposing himself as a copycat? Cross it out and change it to avoid affecting his overall plan to save the country?
Hesitating, I really couldn¡¯t make up my mind for a moment.
Lin Run didn't realize anything, and still thought to himself: "The ferocious Tatars sent their troops south to massacre Jiading in Yangzhou, killing all the people in Jiangnan. They also forced us Han people to shave our heads to change clothes that is, to shave all our heads. It¡¯s all gone, except for a pigtail that looks like a rat¡¯s tail!¡±
Lin Zhongcheng had a look of extreme disgust on his face and said: "Think about it, is that still a human being? Is that still a human being?! Even if I die thousands of times, I will never let my descendants become like this. Looks like this! Otherwise, how can I have the face to meet my ancestors in the underground?!"
Zhao Hao also calmed down a little at this time, because he suddenly discovered that these shocking prophecies made by Lin Zhongcheng seemed to come from his own mouth.
That was on the New Year¡¯s Eve of the second year of Longqing¡¯s reign, when I used the unconscious Lin Run as a tree hole to talk and relieve stress.
Although what I said at the time was that there were still seventy-six years left in the Ming Dynasty. But isn¡¯t this the third year of Longqing? Lin Zhongcheng's reduction of one year is very reasonable.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhao asked tentatively: "What is the name of the leader of the Tatars?"
"" Lin Run shook his head blankly and said after a pause: "It's probably some kind of little prince or something. Anyway, they keep calling him this kind of name over and over again."
Zhao Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked: "Then where did these Tatars come from?"
"I don't know if it's the Tatars or the Walas. Judging from the current situation, they should be the descendants of Anda." Lin Run thought: "But more than sixty years later, I can't tell which one caused the rebellion," said As I stood there, I heard him say with murderous intent: "Anyway, I have only one goal when I save this life, which is to kill the Tatars. No matter what kind of god he is, kill him, kill him!"
By this time, Zhao Hao was certain that Lin Run had not received any information from the future, nor was he a time traveler. He just regarded what he heard in his coma as some kind of revelation, and he believed it deeply.
Although he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little regretful.