I will be stronger after the remake

Before entering the room, Tang Ping said, "Just rest peacefully in the dormitory today. I don't plan to go out, so you don't need to worry about the guards."

Yuan Ji gave a gesture of acceptance, opened the door, and entered the room.

Tang Ping was also exhausted. She was too lazy to even take off her clothes. She lay down on the bed, covered her stomach with the blanket, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

When he woke up, he picked up his phone and saw that he had slept for a full seven hours, which is a long time for a psychic.

Since becoming a fox demon, he has never slept more than five hours a day.

Just then, her stomach rumbled with hunger, so Tang Ping immediately got up and cooked herself a bowl of White Elephant mutton noodle soup, adding an egg, dehydrated vegetables, and frozen char siu pork.

These are all the ingredients he keeps on hand, ensuring that even if he eats instant noodles, he can still get enough nutrition without compromising the principle of "convenience".

"I don't know if Yuan Ji has woken up yet. My spiritual power has recovered to some extent, although not much, but with Yuan Ji's own spiritual power, it should be able to heal her injuries."

Tang Ping sent a message to Yuan Ji, but after he finished eating his noodles and washed the dishes, he still hadn't received a reply.

“I used to reply to her messages almost instantly. Is she still asleep? That doesn’t make sense. Her health can’t be worse than mine.”

He thought about it for a while, but was still a little worried, so he decided to make a call.

The phone rang for twenty seconds without being answered. Just when he was wondering if something had happened, the call finally went through.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Hearing the weak and somewhat unclear voice on the phone, Tang Ping immediately said, "Come open the door quickly, I'm coming right away."

"Eh?"

Chapter 112 No Romantic Thoughts Among Heroes of the Jianghu

Tang Ping knocked on Yuan Ji's dormitory door, but after waiting for a while there was still no response. Just as he was thinking about whether to ask the administrator for a key, the door finally opened, revealing a slightly pale face.

At this moment, Yuan Ji no longer possessed his usual heroic spirit, and his eyes were no longer firm and decisive. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, like broken stars scattered on his skin. His hair, which was always tightly tied in a high ponytail and full of vitality, was now loosely hanging down by his ears, with a few strands of hair soaked with sweat and sticking to his cheeks.

His attire was as simple as ever, but this time it was too simple. He changed into a green tracksuit, and all that was missing was the word "China" on his chest to cosplay Wu Jing.

Tang Ping had never seen what the other person's home looked like, but guessed that this was probably how the other person dressed at home, which matched the impression they usually gave.

"Why are you suddenly contacting me? Did something happen?"

Before you start caring about others, take care of yourself first.

Tang Ping barged in and found the room to be very simply furnished. Apart from some exercise equipment in the corner and some anime characters on the desk that could be considered decorations, the rest of the furniture was mainly for practical purposes. It was more like a sunny boy's room than a girl's room.

Seeing Tang Pingdong looking around, Yuan Ji said, "What are you looking for? I don't have anything here to satisfy male fantasies."

"I'm looking for a thermometer. Let me take your temperature first."

"Without this, not only would most psionicists not need it, but I hadn't had a fever for several years before I became a psionicist."

“Then you can use it now.” Tang Ping thought for a moment, realizing that she didn’t have one herself. “Perhaps you can ask Feng Maimai.”

"There's no need to go through all that trouble, just touch it with your hand."

Yuan Ji reached out and touched his forehead: "I can't feel it myself, but I do feel a bit heavy. I probably have a fever. You can feel it."

Since the other party didn't mind, Tang Ping naturally wouldn't pretend to be serious. She reached out and touched the other party's forehead, saying, "It's obvious that you have a fever, probably between 38 and 38.5 degrees Celsius."

"Is a range of 0.5 really that accurate?"

"I am quite confident in terms of precision."

"It seems I can't protect you today. You should quickly apply to your unit for a replacement bodyguard."

"Don't worry about that. The security in the dormitory is safe enough. I don't plan to go out today. Anyway, in the real world, no one can use psionic energy, and our strength is not much stronger than that of ordinary people. Unless the enemy sends a third-level psionic user, but even if a third-level user comes, it won't matter who protects me. If you are worried, just focus on getting better and recover as soon as possible."

Yuan Ji frowned and thought for a while, then slowly nodded, accepting this explanation.

"I have recovered some of my spiritual power. Let's hurry to the Illusionary Realm and cleanse your body of toxins first. Your injuries are not urgent; you can recover slowly."

Before leaving the cooperative supply and marketing cooperative, Tang Ping had applied for a broken illusion stone so that he could return to the Illusion Realm at any time to use spiritual magic.

"Isn't it a bit unsafe? In our current state, if we were ambushed, it would be very dangerous." Yuan Ji, having been bitten by a snake once, was extremely sensitive to this. "My injury is not serious. It can be healed naturally by my body. The remaining toxins are also slowly decreasing."

"I don't think the enemy can even foresee a situation of attrition, unless they have the ability to predict the future. But if they really have such an ability, no matter how much we guard against it, it will be useless. Sooner or later we will fall into their trap, so it won't make a difference if we do it again today."

Tang Ping took out the Illusion-Breaking Stone, forcibly activated it, and pulled the two into the Realm of Illusion and Reality. Then he used spiritual magic to remove the poison.

Without any unexpected incidents, the poison in Yuan Ji's body was successfully removed, and he felt much more relaxed.

Tang Ping estimated her spiritual energy, reserving a portion for the Return Spiritual Technique, and used the rest to treat her injuries, prioritizing the wounds on her face.

A short while later, the two returned to the real world.

Tang Ping laughed and said, "See, we didn't encounter any danger. It's good to be vigilant, but you can't be suspicious all the time. You have to find the right balance."

Yuan Ji pondered, "You seem unusually assertive today."

“Strength and weakness are relative. You are sick and can’t be tough, so I can only reluctantly take on this role and achieve a new balance. This is called the difference between offense and defense,” Tang Ping patted the bed. “You should rest well today. I will take care of you.”

Yuan Ji instinctively wanted to refuse, unwilling to be the weaker party being taken care of. But then he thought, he was already in such a state, what was the point of being stubborn? Besides, he often received instructions from Tang Ping in battle. He and Tang Ping were equals, not simply protectors and those being protected, just with different roles.

From an efficiency standpoint, I need to focus on recovering from my injury and get back to normal so I can continue fulfilling my guard duties.

"Alright, I'll accept your kindness without hesitation. Remember to serve me well."

Yuan Ji made a joke, lay back on the bed, and bluntly made his request: "I'm hungry."

"If you're sick, how about drinking porridge?"

"Porridge won't fill you up; it will only increase the number of times you need to go to the toilet."

"Ordering takeout?"

"What if someone pretends to be a delivery guy and sneaks in? I had no choice before because I was recovering from my injury, so I want to avoid unnecessary risks."

Tang Ping opened the refrigerator in the room, glanced at it, and saw that besides eggs and drinks, there was only frozen steak left.

Feeding a patient fried steak... seems a bit impractical.

"I'll make you a bowl of noodles, it's easy to digest. I remember I have a tomato in my room, so I'll just cook a bowl of tomato and egg noodles."

Do you have frozen dumplings?

"Have."

"Then let's make ten dumplings and turn them into tomato and egg wonton noodles."

"Is wonton the same as dumpling?"

"Large wontons are no different from dumplings."

As long as it didn't affect her health, Tang Ping chose to respect the patient's opinion and went back to her room to cook noodles.

About ten minutes later, Tang Ping returned to Yuan Ji's dormitory with the noodles in her hand. As soon as she pushed open the bedroom door, a smooth back came into view, and the lines of the back muscles could be vaguely seen. It was Yuan Ji wiping himself with a towel.

"You... didn't even tell me beforehand."

Tang Ping quickly moved away, but then heard Yuan Ji say, "I specifically timed it. Come over here and help me wipe my back. It's sticky and uncomfortable."

"This...this isn't convenient, is it?"

"What's inconvenient about it? It's just a view of the back, not the front. We're all from the martial world, so be decisive and stop acting like a woman being so pretentious," Yuan Ji said nonchalantly.

Since the other party didn't mind, Tang Ping naturally wouldn't pretend to be serious... Hmm, it feels familiar, as if I've just experienced the same feeling.

Could it be that she doesn't even see me as a guy?

Tang Ping was speechless, but under the influence of the other person, she couldn't have any romantic thoughts. She put down the bowl of noodles and obediently took the towel to wipe her back.

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Chapter 113 Daily Life During Recuperation

Yuan Ji hadn't even considered getting sick. There were no medicines in the dormitory. It wasn't that she was special; in fact, most psychics were immune to minor illnesses. Even if their spiritual rank didn't belong to the physical enhancement system, it still improved to some extent, and ordinary viruses couldn't harm their physical resistance.

Fortunately, Tang Ping still had some medicine left over from before. After confirming that it was still within its expiration date, she gave it to Yuan Ji to take.

Perhaps due to the effects of the medication, or perhaps because it was a rare moment of relaxation without having to think about work, Yuan Ji fell asleep again shortly after taking the medicine.

After waiting for a while and confirming that the other person was asleep, Tang Ping went out and knocked on Feng Maimai's door to ask her for a favor.

"You want me to investigate Ma Yiming?"

"Yes, there's something I want to confirm. It's probably very difficult to find someone who knows the truth in real life, but there should still be traces online."

Feng Maimai didn't ask Tang Ping why she suddenly wanted to investigate her colleague. She nodded and said, "What exactly do you want to investigate? I can't possibly give you all of a person's information; it's too much."

"The time should be 2 to 5 years ago. It involves not only Ma Yiming, but also his sister Ma Feiyan. The accidents that happened to the two of them... no, to be precise, should be accidents related to the two of them, including natural disasters, traffic accidents, and criminal incidents. Regardless of whether there were any injuries or deaths, as long as the two of them might be involved, send me the relevant information."

"I understand."

After agreeing, Feng Maimai turned to look in the direction of Yuan Ji's room and asked, "What's wrong with Sister Yuan?"

"She's sick and has a slightly high temperature, so I've sent her to rest. I'll try to stay in the room for the next couple of days and don't plan to go out."

"Do you need my help?"

"It doesn't seem necessary at the moment. Yuan Ji can eat, drink, and sleep well, and can move around normally. He's just a little tired, and I estimate he'll recover in a day or two. Of course, I'll ask if he really needs help."

"Well, come on."

"What's there to cheer about in something like this?"

Tang Ping was puzzled.

In the evening, since there wasn't much suitable food for the patient in the refrigerator, Tang Ping could only order food on her phone. She chose five servings of oatmeal porridge and some light dishes, but instead of hiring a delivery rider, she asked a friend to deliver the food.

Half an hour later, my friend arrived with the things.

"Although I don't mind running errands for you, if everyone did what you do, delivery drivers would all be out of a job. Now that you've achieved financial freedom, why not contribute more to China's economic flow?"

Ma Yiming grumbled as he placed the heavy takeout order on the table, unable to resist complaining, "Are you planning a get-together? How many people are eating? You've ordered a whole table full of food!"

"Two people."

Only one bowl of porridge was kept by Tang Ping for herself; the other four bowls were for Yuan Ji.

"Wow, they can eat quite a lot."

"We've already tried to keep the estimate as low as possible."

Compared to Yuan Ji's usual appetite, Tang Ping felt that the dishes she ordered would only be enough to fill him up to about 40%.

Ma Yiming glanced at the variety of dishes and asked in confusion, "They're mostly vegetarian, for the patients?"

Tang Ping did not hide anything: "Yuan Ji had a low-grade fever, and this was the consequence of his stubbornness in not getting rid of the toxins."

"It's my responsibility." Ma Yiming's smile faded, and he became serious. "Is it convenient for me to go and offer my condolences now?"

"She's still sleeping."

"Is the situation serious?"

"If it were really serious, we wouldn't let her stay in the dorm to rest. Don't worry, the toxins have been removed, and she'll probably be fine after a couple of days of rest."

"Okay, I'll thank her after she recovers. Please find out what she likes."

"You have her WeChat, right? Why don't you ask her yourself?"

"Our relationship isn't that close yet. Asking would not only be awkward, but she would also most likely refuse and tell me not to give her anything. That would put me in a dilemma. If I don't give her anything, it would seem like I'm being rude and insincere. If I do give her something, it would be very awkward. If it were someone else, they might accept it after a few polite words, but with her serious personality, she might refuse firmly. That would make everyone feel awkward."

Tang Ping said in surprise, "You seem to understand social etiquette quite well."

Ma Yiming corrected, "I've always understood."

Tang Ping countered, "So you're very worldly-wise, yet you broke up with four girlfriends during college?"

“These are two different things.” Ma Yiming’s shoulders slumped.

"If you don't change, you'll probably never find a partner in your life. No one can accept that they're not special in their lover's heart."

“Let it be. Maybe I’ll meet someone who doesn’t care,” Ma Yiming waved his hand. “Anyway, my parents are very open-minded and don’t pressure me to get married. They told me a long time ago that they would only provide 100,000 yuan in marriage assistance. Whether I buy a house, give a dowry, or have a wedding banquet, they will only contribute 100,000 yuan. I can solve the rest myself. Of course, it would be best if I could find a suitable partner. If I can’t, that’s my own problem.”

Tang Ping agreed, saying, "It does sound very enlightened."

"Right?" Ma Yiming didn't want to talk about this, glancing at the next room. "Are you the one taking care of someone now?"

"Ah."

"Then come on."