I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 11
As soon as the doctor walked out, Zhang Jun heard a burst of rapid footsteps rushing in.

"Little Jun!!"

The ward door was pushed open.

A man and a woman rushed in with the doctor.

"Xiaojun, how are you? Do you feel any pain?" As soon as the woman rushed in, she hugged Zhang Jun and examined him carefully.

Facing his mother's concerned gaze, Zhang Jun just nodded; "I'm fine."

"I told you to stay in the hospital. Why don't you go out to drink? You almost burned down the house. If your neighbor hadn't come home and noticed something was wrong, you would have died long ago."

Zhang's father stood in front of the hospital bed with a dark face and scolded Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun looked at his father's hypocritical face blankly.

If I hadn't overheard the truth, the scene of a strict father and loving mother would have been so heartwarming at this moment.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

"Okay, as long as my son is fine, don't say anything."

Mother pulled Zhang's father's arm hard, and Zhang's father snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Then he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Zhang Jun dotingly: "Son, what do you want to eat? Tell me that mom will buy it for you."

"I want money!"

Zhang Jun's answer was straightforward.

"Ugh!"

Hearing this, Father Zhang sighed.

On the contrary, the mother showed a relaxed expression, as long as she could meet her son's request, she would be relieved of her inner guilt.

Giving money is undoubtedly the simplest and most direct way.

Take out a bank card from your bag.

"The password is your birthday."

Zhang Jun nodded and put away the bank card.

"There are other things in the company. Since you are fine, we will go back."

Zhang's father seemed unwilling to stay here any longer. Perhaps for him, looking at Zhang Jun for one more second was a kind of torture in his heart.

"Walk slowly!"

Zhang Jun didn't get angry or throw things as usual. His abnormal state surprised both his mother and Zhang's father.

After a flash of guilt flashed in their eyes, the two of them prepared to leave the ward.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Zhang Jun suddenly remembered something and called out to the two of them.

"I don't want to stay in the hospital. I'm fine. I want to be discharged."

"This……"

The couple looked at each other and wanted to persuade each other again.

But they all know Zhang Jun's temperament, and this sentence is not a discussion with them at all.

"Okay, no one can stop you from going back, but you are not allowed to drink."

After thinking for a moment, my father nodded and agreed to stay.

As soon as the two of them left, Zhang Jun found his clothes in the cabinet and dug out his cell phone.

Click on the address book, find Fatty Li's phone number, and press the dial button.

"Beep...beep..."

"Brother Zhang, please let me slow down. I really won't be able to get that much cash for a while now."

Fatty Li's pleas for mercy came from the phone.

Last night, Zhang Jun patted his butt and left, but Fatty Li had suffered so much and was detained in the KTV for six or seven hours, so he finally let him go.

Now that Zhang Jun called, Fatty Li naturally thought that Zhang Jun was going to continue asking him for money.

"Money? You don't have to pay it back. Just help me do something. Forget the previous money. In addition, I will give you another sum of money."

Fatty Li on the other end of the phone was overjoyed when he heard this. He didn't expect such a good thing to happen.

But then he asked carefully: "Brother Zhang, what do you want to do?"

"Well, help me get some explosives. The more powerful the better."

"Huh? This thing is illegal."

"20 million!"

"This……"

"30."

"Okay, I'll go find..."

Fatty Li hung up the phone and let out a long breath: "Why does this God of Wealth think that everything comes out all at once?"

As he said that, he threw the train ticket in his hand into the trash can.

Zhang Jun hung up the phone.

Fatty Li is just a street kid. He hides when trouble comes and goes to fight when there is something to gain. It is wrong to expect him to fight, but it is not right to say that he is useless.

In this huge L city, they are very clear about those shady places.

It would be best for him to do the job of finding explosives.

In fact, he had thought about flying directly abroad to buy a gun.As long as you are willing to spend money, let alone a gun, you can even buy a rocket launcher.

Remember, a rocket launcher only costs a few thousand dollars.

If you were in the Middle East, you could buy it for a few hundred dollars.

When the time comes, any righteous person can launch a few rocket launchers at him. If he doesn't die, he will be paralyzed by the explosion.

How many wishing stars do you need just to bring these things in?I do not know.

Anyway, it definitely can’t be a matter of one or two.

Relatively speaking, the wishing star required for explosives may not be too high.

If used well, it will be a life-saving talisman for yourself.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the ward in a big way.

Walking out of the hospital gate, Zhang Jun fumbled for a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He took out a cigarette and was about to put it to his mouth when he suddenly remembered the doctor's instructions. He frowned, stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case, and threw it into the trash can nearby.

after……

Let's quit.

Instead of going back to his apartment, he hailed a taxi and headed straight to Zhongxian Market.

This market is the largest wholesale market for medicinal materials in the area.

With the blessing of basic alchemy skills, I can try to refine some elixirs in reality.

The basic alchemy technique comes with several low-level pill recipes, which are just right for practice.

It's a pity that the ability like Spirit Tempering Hand was not brought back to him when he went offline.

When we got off the bus, there was a mess in front of the market.

It is now the end of September, which is already the peak season for entering the medicinal materials market.

On the tricycle going in and out, you can see to the naked eye that it is carrying loads of medicinal materials.

Zhang Jun pondered over the ingredients of the elixir in his mind and walked through the market stalls, looking for suitable herbs.

I don’t know if it’s because I took Zixiadan that my sense of smell has become more sensitive than before. Although I can’t tell whether these herbs are good or bad, the smell of some herbs is obviously very strange.

It has a pungent chemical smell, even if it is covered with the smell of a bunch of herbs, Zhang Jun can smell it when he lifts his nose.

Especially those stalls selling old dried tangerine peel. When Zhang Jun took a breath, he almost felt like vomiting it out.

Frowning, Zhang Jun already regretted coming to this place.

There are very few medicinal materials here that are useful.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Jun suddenly smelled a faint sweet smell.

It's that sweet scent.

Is it a panacea?

Zhang Jun walked out following the scent and looked at a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe in the corner of the market entrance.

The Taoist priest was very old, with a big beard and a bun on his head. His Taoist robe was full of patches. He was holding a red cloth package in his hand and stood at the door looking around.

Zhang Jun was sure that the scent came from the package in the Taoist priest's hand, so he walked forward quickly: "Taoist priest, do you sell your medicine?"

The Taoist priest didn't reply. Instead, he looked Zhang Jun up and down. His face suddenly showed a strange color and he shook his head: "Your illness cannot be cured by any medicine."

"What did you say?"

I just wanted to buy medicine, but when I heard the Taoist priest's words, I couldn't help but feel a little thump in my heart.

He would have turned away and left a long time ago, but after seeing those magical methods in the game, Zhang Jun still wanted to hear what this Taoist priest meant.

"Master Dao, could you please make it clear?"

"Hey, young man, let me tell you, do you believe it?"

"letter!"

Zhang Jun nodded heavily.

"fifty thousand!"

The old Taoist priest took out a QR code from his sleeve without looking at Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the QR code on the Taoist priest's hand.

Seeing his dazed look, she sneered and turned her head away from him. She was about to ask him to leave, but just as she was about to speak, she heard the phone ding in her arms.

"Turn around."

"Turn...turn around?"

The Taoist priest took out his cell phone and looked at it suspiciously, and found that it was really turned over, and it was not fifty thousand, but one hundred thousand.

Seeing the numbers on the account, the Taoist priest looked back at Zhang Jun with some changes in his eyes, and said with a faint smile: "I only want you [-], what do you mean by transferring [-] to me?"

"Sincerity leads to spirit!"

Zhang Jun looked at the Taoist priest with a smile.

Seeing Zhang Jun reveal what he meant, the Taoist priest was both surprised and couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him with admiration.

His expression gradually became serious, and he motioned to Zhang Jun to give him his hand, placing three fingers on Zhang Jun's pulse.

"Little brother, I am not lying to you. In your situation, don't talk about the medicine in my hand, even if it is... huh???"

Halfway through the Taoist priest's words, his expression suddenly froze, and he turned back to look at Zhang Jun suspiciously, as if he wished he could see something on his face.

For a moment, the Taoist priest curled his lips: "Fuck, did you steal the golden elixir? Your body and bones are better than mine?"

(End of this chapter)