Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 74 - 74 The Night Shift Ward

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The Night Shift Ward

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The Night Shift Ward

By the ti he returned to Hillsboro, the sun had already set.

Looking at the route the car was taking, it didn’t seem to be headed towards his ho, which made Li Ang sowhat confused and ask,

“Where are we going?”

Eric, finally finding so sense of presence, deliberately elongated his tone as he replied,

“Of course, we’re going to eat. Do you think a cycling champion can survive without food? My grandpa has already reserved a spot; they’re all waiting for us to co back.”

Li Ang nodded.

“That’s great to hear, I was actually planning to sing your praises in front of your grandpa, but now it seems unnecessary.”

“No, no, no, I need your help. You know how I get, talking nonsense once I’ve been in the car too long.”

Clearly, Eric’s grandfather had booked the entire restaurant. The waiters started tending to them from the mont they alighted from the car, and seeing Eric’s entire family waiting at the tables, Li Ang had never experienced such treatnt in his life.

The high-end ingredients he was dining on were also beyond anything he had ever enjoyed. Li Ang estimated that the price of this dinner might even surpass his sponsorship fee.

By the ti they got back ho after a satisfying al, it was already past ten in the evening.

Li Ang took a comfortable bath and lay in bed, feeling an unexpected sense of comfort erge.

It was a peculiar feeling, neither intense nor sudden.

If forced to describe it, it was like finishing a hard week of work, then on Friday night, playing so gas, taking a hot bath, and leisurely lying in bed.

It was drizzling outside the window, and there was nothing that needed doing tomorrow. All you had to do was anything you wanted to do, without any pressure.

Although Li Ang had several drinks today, with his current constitution, the little alcohol in his system was nearly all tabolized after a bath, leaving no trace of drunkenness.

He looked at the 2.5 [Breakthrough Points] on his attribute panel and sincerely felt that now was the best ti.

After a mont of thought, Li Ang allocated all the [Breakthrough Points] to his physique.

Initially, he thought about increasing his stats bit by bit, but recalling the tornt of upgrading [Spirit] last ti, he figured it was better to suffer short than long, and decided to go all out.

Physique: 19.96/22.5

Almost the mont he added the points, Li Ang felt changes in his body.

Unlike last ti when the focus was mainly on the brain, this ti, Li Ang could feel what seed like every cell in his body undergoing transformation.

At first, it was as if he could feel his cells dividing and growing, but soon, this sensation turned into a burning feeling.

Coming in waves, this feeling made Li Ang doubt whether this was what Sun Wukong must’ve felt in the crucible of the Eight Trigrams furnace under Taishang Laojun.

In this scorching world, he faintly sensed so kind of shackles on his body breaking.

During this transformation, he had almost lost his sense of ti, but fortunately, such breakthroughs do co to an end.

Li Ang opened his eyes in a daze, thankfully, there was no bad sll, nor had his body expelled any strange substances.

Opening the attribute panel, it seed that apart from the line where [Physique] now showed a new limit, nothing else had changed.

In short, he felt a change within himself, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed.

Li Ang couldn’t be bothered to investigate; he had already put his body through enough for one day.

First ca the 150 kiloters of riding, then skidding for several ters on the ground, followed by a barrage of checks with various machines at the hospital, not to ntion sitting in the car for several hours, and just now, another round of physical torture.

Such experiences, if placed in his forr life of honestly working a job, might not have co even once in a year and a half.

When in doubt, sleeping it off is always right.

Ti can heal all, but if you spend that ti sleeping, Li Ang always felt the effect was at least doubled.

At the sa ti, in a large hospital in Jacksonville, on a surgical bed, lay a patient nearly wrapped up like a mummy. From the few exposed parts, one could vaguely identify him as an Asian man.

“Squeak!”

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a physician’s uniform, carrying a dical kit, with golden hair and blue eyes, walked in.

He leisurely looked at the patient ID card on the bed and murmured softly:

“Park Kwang-ki, should be right, there’s only one of him in this country.”

First, he used restraint straps to secure both his hands and feet.

Then, the golden-haired man gently shook him awake.

“Mr. Park Kwang-ki, it’s ti to change your dressing.”

“Huh?”

Park Kwang-ki had spent almost the entire day in intermittent agony, as his body had suffered deep abrasions from being dragged on the ground, and just cleaning the wounds had nearly taken half his life.

It was only because of the heavy dose of painkillers he had just ingested that he was able to doze off for a while.

At this mont, he was a bit confused. Hadn’t his dressings just been changed today? Why had the doctor co again? Had he slept into the next day?

The golden-haired man didn’t care about these things; he slowly unwrapped the bandage on Park Kwang-ki’s head and removed so dicated hemostatic cotton.

“Hiss!”

The wound on Park Kwang-ki’s head was still fairly fresh, the flesh and dermis damaged, covering almost half of his face.

The hemostatic cotton, sticking with so slightly congealed body fluids, was almost unbearably painful to remove.

“Mr. Park Kwang-ki, can you tell why you did what you did today?” asked the golden-haired man gently.

“Hiss, haven’t you already asked that? I just wanted the champion to be wrapped in the national flag, but who knew he would deliberately pull on and then fall over. I swear, as soon as I get out of the hospital, I’m going to make him pay!”

“He’s not only going to compensate for dical costs, emotional damages, lost wages, and nutrition fees, but beyond the money, I’m going to make him suffer just like I did!”

Park Kwang-ki spoke through gritted teeth, driven partly by the pain and partly by his hatred.

He had even already told the police who had co for routine questioning. It was that cyclist who deliberately dragged him on the ground, yet he still hadn’t received any response.

Not even a word of “we’ll look into it carefully” to comfort him.

“Sorry, sorry.”

The golden-haired man smiled, “I got the steps wrong. I should have applied the dicine to your wound first before asking you questions.”

While speaking, he took out a bottle labeled H2O2 (hydrogen peroxide) from the dical kit.

“Trust , this is very effective for the recovery of your wound.”

After saying that, he opened the bottle and poured the solution onto the wound on his face.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

Park Kwang-ki’s entire body tensed instantaneously, his muscles contracting involuntarily.

His brain lost all ability to think, and he could only scream chanically.

“I’m really sorry, my hand just shook a little, and I poured too much.”

The golden-haired man looked at him, showing a sheepish smile.

“Right, what’s the next step? I suppose I should have a chat with you now.”