"This girl is quite interesting." Tsukigami Kagura smiled, placing her hands on her chest as she looked at Yang Xiaokun. "We investigated that Zheng Yingshan and found he only has records from this year. Before this year, there was no information about him, as if he appeared out of thin air."
Yang Xiaokun wondered if Zheng Yingshan hadn't been given a background story when he came to this world. In contrast, he himself had a background and identification upon arrival.
This point struck Yang Xiaokun as a bit strange.
"His Quirk is very powerful, but for him to beat you to this state also shows that his close combat skills are extremely strong. For this kind of person, their Quirk is mostly auxiliary; the rest depends on their eyesight, speed, and most importantly, their close combat skills."
Ji Xinba pushed up his glasses and looked at Yang Xiaokun seriously, saying, "If you want to defeat him next time, you must improve your Quirk. At the very least, in your next battle, you'll need to use your Quirk's dazzling effect. Also, improve your close combat skills. Close combat skills have an intricate relationship with you and your Quirk; as long as your close combat skills improve, your Quirk will strengthen accordingly."
Yang Xiaokun listened very carefully. What Ji Xinba said was absolutely correct and very well-articulated. He also knew that his Quirk would only get stronger as his close combat skills improved because his Quirk had levels, and he was currently only at LV2. Perhaps Zheng Yingshan's Quirk was already at the high end of LV2, on the verge of breaking through to LV3.
However, Yang Xiaokun didn't know if Zheng Yingshan's Quirk level was the same as his. But in today's society, the division of levels was the Tenth Mortal Realm and the Six Kings Realm. As for realms above the Six Kings Realm, Yang Xiaokun was unaware; he hadn't yet reached such a high level.
At dinner, Ji Xinba, as Yang Xiaokun's guide and essentially his teacher, was tasked with feeding Yang Xiaokun.
After all, Yang Xiaokun needed to recover, and no matter what he ate, he needed to be fed. He also still had to be on an IV drip and antibiotics.
Perhaps in a few days, as Yang Xiaokun's injuries improved, he would be able to eat on his own.
"Come on, open your mouth. Don't make me work too hard." Ji Xinba walked in, holding a bowl. Currently, Yang Xiaokun could only eat liquids like porridge, soup, and easily digestible foods like tofu.
The bowl Ji Xinba was holding now contained porridge with some simple vegetables. Yang Xiaokun obediently opened his mouth, and Ji Xinba spooned a mouthful into him.
Yang Xiaokun hadn't eaten for several days; he had been on an IV drip. Now, he could only eat such bland food.
People are most prone to reflection when they are sick. Now, Yang Xiaokun missed being healthy, being able to eat whatever he wanted. After a trip to the brink of death, he finally understood what good health meant.
Too many people, when healthy, don't imagine themselves sick, or simply don't think about it, because when people are healthy, they are least likely to consider such things.
Instead, it's only when they are truly sick, or on the verge of dying, that they remember how wonderful it was to be healthy.
Fortunately, Yang Xiaokun's body was slowly recovering; it just needed time, and Yang Xiaokun could wait.
"You're eating quite fast," Ji Xinba said, spooning porridge into Yang Xiaokun's mouth. He noticed that Yang Xiaokun ate quickly, unlike some elderly people and other patients who ate very slowly, which would exhaust the person feeding them.
After seven or eight minutes, the bowl of porridge was finished. Ji Xinba took some tissue to wipe Yang Xiaokun's mouth, saying with a hint of exasperation, "You're only a teenager, yet you've lived like someone in their seventies or eighties. You've certainly had a rich experience."
Yang Xiaokun chuckled twice and said, "This also served as a wake-up call for me. If not for this incident, I would have kept thinking how strong I was, but I almost got killed."
"Hahaha, you think this world is too simple, don't you? Let me tell you, the Zheng Yingshan you met is just one of the many potential individuals in this society. There are even more formidable and powerful people you haven't encountered, so you don't even know what terror is." Ji Xinba looked at Yang Xiaokun and shook his head. So that was Yang Xiaokun's previous mindset; it was truly amusing.
"I understand now, so I won't have those thoughts again. I'm ready to start anew," Yang Xiaokun said with firm eyes.
"That's all I need to hear. Wu-san spent a lot of money for you, so don't disappoint him when you recover," Ji Xinba said, nodding. "I won't bother you anymore. Get some good rest."
After saying this, Ji Xinba left Yang Xiaokun's room, and Yang Xiaokun lay alone in bed, deep in thought.
The next day, Qiao Nansan gave Yang Xiaokun an acupuncture treatment as usual. Compared to the first time, Yang Xiaokun felt much better, and with the coverage of Holy Light, the purple lines on that half of his body began to retract into the Nether Hole.
A week later, after Qiao Nansan removed the needles from Yang Xiaokun, he looked at him and said, "After more than a week, your injuries have recovered by half. You can now get out of bed and walk, and eat some pasta-like foods. Remember, you still cannot exercise or engage in strenuous activity."
"Thank you, Senior," Yang Xiaokun said. He could already feel his body recovering well, but it was unrealistic to heal the wound on the Nether Hole so quickly.
However, Yang Xiaokun had been lying in bed for so long that his body had become weak. Compared to doing so many push-ups in one go before, he would probably be greatly diminished now.
But Yang Xiaokun wasn't discouraged. As long as his body could recover, nothing was a problem.
During this week, Ji Xinba had also gone out on several missions, and during those times, only Himiko Toga could feed Yang Xiaokun. Yang Xiaokun felt a bit strange being fed by Himiko Toga.
Another week passed, making it a little over half a month since Yang Xiaokun's treatment. Now, the purple lines around the Nether Hole beneath Yang Xiaokun's left rib were gone, and the Nether Hole itself had begun to fade, meaning Yang Xiaokun was on the verge of full recovery.
Yang Xiaokun could now do some simple exercises and recovery training. It must be said that without the help of the Holy Light Quirk, it would have been harder than ascending to heaven for Yang Xiaokun to heal this injury.
His Holy Light Quirk, from a certain perspective, also possessed healing properties; there was healing energy within the light. That's why his injury, combined with sound acupuncture, could heal so quickly.
After more than half a month, the outside world had completely lost contact with Yang Xiaokun. Everyone thought Yang Xiaokun had given up, seemingly hiding somewhere far away to face death alone.
Shota Aizawa, All Might, and the students of Class 1-A had searched for Yang Xiaokun for a long time but couldn't find him, and they all became disheartened.
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