Zhao Hao didn't stay overnight in Songjiang that night and rushed back to Kunshan overnight.

At noon the next day, Science Number stopped at the Jiangnan Hospital Wharf on the banks of Xiaoze River.

He asked the guard to say hello to Li Lunming, while Mr. Zhao walked around the back door and entered the hospital outside Lin Zhongcheng's cultivation courtyard.

Knocking at the gate of the yard, Lin Run's youngest son Lin Shaoyun came out and saw that it was Mr. Zhao, so he quickly welcomed him into the yard intimately.

In the yard, Lin Run was wearing a blue hospital gown, with her arms on a wooden shelf that looked like parallel bars, and was struggling forward with difficulty.

Every move would make him sweat and look like a baby.

Suddenly, his feet became soft and his body tilted to the left. Sun, who was watching the side, exclaimed and hurriedly wanted to reach out to help him.

"Don't move!" But Lin Run roared, he held his left arm on the wooden bar, and used all his strength to hold on to him.

Ordinary people could not bear the soreness and pain, which made his short hair soaked, and his face was densely filled with sweat, flowing down his cheeks.

But the cotton hospital gown on his body only had a few sweat stains, and most of the areas were still dry.

Zhao Hao's eyes suddenly turned red. He knew that it was because most of Lin Run's pores were burned and he naturally could not sweat.

"Young Master Zhao is here." At this time, when Sun saw Zhao Hao, he hurriedly wiped his tears with a veil and said good fortune to him.

Zhao Hao quickly returned the salute respectfully, and then said to Lin Run, who was panting heavily, "Rehabilitation is a gradual process. Zhongcheng should not force yourself too much."

"I have a idea." Lin Run's handsome face was basically preserved, and a little burn on her forehead was also covered by her short-haired bangs, and she still looked extremely handsome. But those who are familiar with him could feel that Lin Zhongcheng was completely different from the original.

The original Lin Run was as gentle as jade, making people feel like spring breeze. Lin Ruoyu, who survived the disaster, made people feel a little chilling, just like Du Gongbu's saying, "The frost and dew accumulate in the Haotian, and the righteous spirit is solemn and killing."

Zhao Hao didn't care too much. In his opinion, anyone who was involved in this kind of thing would have a huge psychological change. Just as the body needs to recover slowly, the psychology also needs a recovery period.

He believed that with Lin Zhongcheng's strong heart, he could definitely get out of it by himself without having to worry about others.

~~

At this time, Li Lunming, who is currently in charge of Lin Run, rushed over after hearing the news. As soon as he saw Zhao Hao, he began to scold him.

"Lin Zhongcheng is too anxious. He can spend ten hours every day to exercise. His muscles and bones are so weak, how can he withstand such trouble? He is also anxious to persuade me, clamoring to be discharged from the hospital."

As he said that, Director Li muttered in a low voice: "It seems that someone wants to keep him."

"Okay." Zhao Hao waved his hand, and was about to say something about Li Lunming, but he remembered that this was also a person who was not willing to betrayed, so he had to smile patiently: "Rehabilitation medicine is a very important subject and will definitely be the focus of Jiangnan Hospital's work in the future. Do you think this is a good research object?"

"Oh, the young master can speak." After Zhao Hao said this, Li Lunming suddenly felt that Lin Run was much cute.

Zhao Hao asked about Lin Run's recovery again. Li Lunming said that Lin Run had been lying for too long. Although the nurse kept turning over and moving his hands and feet, it was inevitable that his whole body would be severely atrophy and his muscles would be stuck together. It would take more than half a year to recover.

"I don't have that much time!" Lin Run exploded again after hearing this.

"What else do you have?" Li Lunming pointed to his hair in confusion and said, "You have not grown up, are you embarrassed to go out to meet people?"

He wanted to argue, why is he so addicted to officials? But when he thought that the other party was injured for the common people, he swallowed it back.

~~

Zhao Hao sent Director Li, who could see a doctor and could not speak, and helped Lin Run into the ward and asked him to sit on a recliner with thick cotton mattresses.

Sun served tea for the guests again, and the mother and the mother went out quietly so that they could talk.

"I'm not an official fan." After a while of silence, Lin Run squeezed out a few words from his teeth. "I'm anxious for another reason."

"I know." Zhao Hao nodded and listened to Lin Run.

"I haven't told anyone about this. If you don't believe it, just think I'm hysterical." Lin Run whispered hoarsely, with a word first.

Mr. Zhao nodded again, and then heard him startled and said: "The Ming Dynasty has 75 years left and will die at the hands of an emperor named Zhu Youjian!"

When Zhao Hao heard this, his head buzzed and sat on the bed in shock. His face turned pale, staring at Lin Run like a monster. He wanted Gao Wu to come in to protect himself, but his throat seemed to be pinched and he couldn't make any sound.

He cried in his heart, could Lin Zhongcheng be like me? As his thoughts turned, several thoughts turned around his mind.

Should we unite future generations and work together to realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation?

Or kill this potential threat so as not to expose your behavior of copying the public? Cross it out and change it to avoid affecting your overall plan to save the country?

While hesitating, I was really unable to make up my mind for a moment.

Lin Run, however, was unaware of anything and still said to himself: "The brutal Tartar general rushed to the south, slaughtered Jiading, Yangzhou, and killed Jiangnan in 10 empty houses. He also forced us Han people to shave their hair and change their clothes... He just shaved his hair, leaving only a braid like a rat's tail!"

Lin Zhongcheng's face showed an expression of disgust and said, "Think about it, is there any other person? Will it still be called a human being?! Even if we die thousands of times, we must not let our descendants become like this! Otherwise, what kind of face will we have to meet the ancestors underground?!"

Zhao Hao was also a little calmer at this time because he suddenly realized that Lin Zhongcheng's astonishing prophecies seemed to come from his own words.

It was New Year's Eve of the second year of Longqing. I used the unconscious Lin Run as a tree hole and said it when I was relieved of stress.

Although I said at that time that the Ming Dynasty still had 76 years of national destiny. But isn’t it the third year of Longqing? It’s reasonable that Lin Zhongcheng gave a one-year reduction.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhao asked tentatively: "What is the name of the leader of the Tartar?"

"..." Lin Run shook his head blankly and said, "Eighty-mostly some little prince. Anyway, they have this kind of name after tossing and turning."

Zhao Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked again: "Then where did these Tartars come from?"

"I don't know if it's the Tatar or the Oirat. Judging from the current situation, I should be the descendant of Altan." Lin Run thought, "But more than 60 years later, I can't tell which one of the uprisings was," he said with murderous intently, "Anyway, if I save my life, I have only one goal, which is to kill the Tartars. No matter which immortal he is, kill and kill!"

At this time, Zhao Hao could have been sure that Lin Run did not receive any future information, nor was he a time traveler. He just regarded listening to what he said in a coma as some revelation, and believed in it.

With a sigh of relief, he felt a little regretful.

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