"It's so miserable."

The surgeon in the hospital looked at the young students on the hospital bed and kept shaking his head and sighing.

The family members who rushed over after hearing the news asked in a hurry, "What's going on? Can you survive?"

Although Fusang in this era barely caught the last train of the great powers, it actually was not very strong and the people's lives were also very poor.

Supporting a boy to go to school is a huge expense for ordinary families.

Now people are lying in bed and unconscious, but they are just anxious about their families.

"Life can be alive."

The doctor put away the medical record and told the condition in a tone of explaining the funeral.

"Most of their bones are broken, especially the bones of their limbs. To treat them, they have to pay a lot of money first, and even if they recover, walking and eating will be a problem."

"Tell me, spend money to cure it, and then use accustrine to eat and feed it when walking. If you don't treat it, you will have to lie in bed for the rest of your life."

The family members cried and howled, and the scene was so desolate.

But it wasn't over yet, and the doctor followed, "And..."

"And and? What else can be worse than this?"

The doctor looked weird, "Their fifth limb was severely violently damaged. I will definitely not use it in the future. Even if I go to the toilet, I have to use a urine bag."

It’s not enough to break the limbs, and even the fifth limb is not spared.

In the doctor's opinion, the situation of these young people is really better than to die than to live.

It looks like the clothes of their families are not like those of rich families. They have to lie in bed all their lives when they are just teenagers, so it is better to die early and be born sooner.

"It's so cruel, the person who attacks is simply inhumane!"

Li Xiang in Hibiya Park sneezes heavily.

"Which girl is thinking about me? Could it be that the little internet celebrity when he was the top brother on the list? This is a longing beyond time and space."

Li Xiang was waiting for someone here, waiting for Chen Zhen to appear.

After rescuing those overseas students from China and accepting their gratitude, Li Xiang asked if he knew Chen Zhen.

Someone really knows it.

After that, Li Xiang asked them to bring a message and asked Chen Zhen to meet here.

Li Xiang, sitting on the bench, looked through the local newspaper.

There is a lot of news in the newspaper, mostly advocating external expansion and pursuing lifelines.

Li Xiang didn't care about these things, because he knew clearly what the country was like.

What really attracted him was the news about Huo Yuanjia in the newspaper.

‘Hua Yuanjia, the master of Chinese Southern Fist, died in the duel by a punch from Karate Master Akutagawa Ryu!’

The words in the newspaper were extremely fanatical, and they were crazy about belittling Chinese martial arts, and then blew karate into the sky.

This kind of reporting is very in line with the needs of the Fusang people of this era.

After all, they are hard-working in life, and they can only hypnotize themselves through the spiritual victory method.

The lives of ordinary Fusang people are even more miserable than those of Chinese people.

But they put their hope of improving their lives on the robbery and sick China.

Such a person is not worthy of sympathy.

Just like those local young people who were slightly taught a lesson by him, in terms of their age and fanaticism, they will be the main force robbing China in a few years.

As the footsteps came, Li Xiang's eyes passed over the newspaper, the first thing he saw was a pair of firm and powerful legs.

Those who practice martial arts are extremely stable in the lower market, and the more powerful the lower market, the more stable it is.

His eyes moved up, his straight student outfit, and his young little flat head.

He has a straight body and a bright look. He is a martial artist at first glance.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Li Xiang got up and said "Here you."

The visitor was a little surprised, "Do you know me?"

"You are so handsome, of course I know you."

Li Xiang understood very well that what appeared in front of him was Chen Zhen, a hero who really existed in this world.

He is fighting the Japanese, of course he is a hero.

"Who are you..."

"Chinese, Li Xiang."

After introducing himself, Li Xiang handed over the newspaper in his hand, "This is from this morning, you can read this news."

Looking at the news that Huo Yuanjia died in the ring, Chen Zhen held the newspaper's hands and trembled involuntarily.

"This is impossible!"

Li Xiang took out a towel and handed it over. Chen Zhen, who subconsciously took it, was stunned, "What?"

"Wipe your tears."

Li Xiang signaled, "Wipe away your tears, and it's time to avenge your master."

Even Chen Zhen, who is decisive in doing things, could not understand Li Xiang's operation, "Who are you?"

"I said, I'm from Chinese."

Li Xiang reached out and clicked the newspaper in his hand. "This newspaper is so big, there is a lot of news besides your master's affairs. Do you know what it is?"

"Present to invade China."

"That's right. So I said, it's time to take revenge if you wipe your tears. There is no time to cry with sadness, countless Chinese people are in danger."

Before today, Chen Zhen lived a pretty good life.

Being an international student here, I also made a fuss about a pretty girl who was devoted to her.

But today, he suddenly saw the news of his master's death and was poured with chicken soup by Li Xiang. In his mind, he was a little confused.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I am from the Chinese, of course I want to fight the Japanese for the Chinese."

Li Xiang signaled Chen Zhen to sit down on the bench, "China has been sleeping for too long, and even small countries dare to be rampant. The ambitions of the Fusang people were not exposed, but were already blatantly written on their faces."

"Huaxia now needs a hero, a hero who awakens China from its sleep."

"you."

Li Xiang pointed at Chen Zhen and said, "I want to be a hero."

Chen Zhen frowned and said, "Why do you say that?"

"It's too late to go to technology, and foreigners set rules in sports, not to mention culturally. When most people are illiterate, no kind of master can awaken everyone."

Li Xiang's ability to pour chicken soup is increasing day by day, and he even believed it himself.

"You are different. You are a martial artist. This aspect is least affected by external forces, because if you can't beat it, you can't beat it unless you use external tricks."

"And our Chinese martial arts style is rich. Whether in cities or villages, people who see fights like to watch."

"You fight with the Fusang people and keep winning them. This not only hits the arrogance of the Fusang people, but also is an extremely encouraging thing for Chinese people who like to watch the fun."

"One day, everyone will unite against the enemy and drive all the Fusang people out together!"

Chen Zhen felt very confused. The guy in front of him was passionate, but he always felt that he wanted to use himself.

However, he couldn't find any loopholes when he said.

"You can talk about these things later."

Chen Zhen held the newspaper in his hand hard, "I want to avenge my master first!"

"Well, you're right."

Li Xiang nodded and expressed his approval, "You go and book two boat tickets, and we will leave this broken place as soon as possible."

Chen Zhen was stunned and said, "Why do you want me to book your ticket for you?"

"I have no money."

Li Xiang said with confidence, "We are fellow villagers. When the fellow villagers meet, they will be behind their backs... Bah! I mean, I'm crying. You won't be willing to die and keep me in this ghost place."

Chen Zhen, who was sad, laughed out loud, "I will buy the boat ticket for you. Remember to pay it back if you have money."

Five days later.

Li Xiang, standing on the deck, yawned and looked at the young man and woman saying goodbye on the dock.

That was Chen Zhen and his Fusang girlfriend.

Li Xiang could see that the two had real relationships.
To be continued...