I practiced in the United States

When we returned to Hillsboro, the sun had already set. ♦♦  ♦♦

Looking at the route the vehicle was taking, it didn't seem to be the direction of his home, so Li Ang asked in confusion:

"Where are we going?"

As if he had finally found some sense of existence, Eric deliberately stretched out his voice and answered:

"Of course we're going to eat. Can a cycling champion not eat? My grandfather has already booked a seat, and they're all waiting for us to come back."

Li Ang nodded.

"Very good, that's what you said, right? I was originally going to praise you in front of your grandfather, but now it seems unnecessary."

"No, no, no, I need your help. You know, once I sit in the car for a long time, I like to talk nonsense."

It was obvious that Eric's grandfather had booked this restaurant. The waiter started to greet him when he got off the car, and then he saw Eric's whole family waiting for him at their seats. Li Ang had lived for so long, but he had never enjoyed such treatment.

The high-quality ingredients he ate were also something he had never enjoyed before. Li Ang estimated that the price of this dinner might even exceed his sponsorship fee.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when he returned home after a full meal.

Li Ang took a comfortable bath and lay on the bed, feeling a sense of comfort.

This feeling was wonderful, not intense, nor sudden.

If I had to describe it, it was like playing games, taking a hot bath, and lying comfortably on the bed on Friday night after a hard week of work.

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

Although Li Ang had drunk several glasses of wine today, for his current physique, the little alcohol in his body had almost been decomposed after a bath, and he would not feel drunk at all.

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

After a little thought, Li Ang added all the [Limit Breaking Points] to his physique.

Originally, he wanted to add them little by little, but recalling the torture of improving [Spirit] last time, he thought it was better to suffer a short pain than a long pain, so he just did something drastic.

Physique: 19.96/22.5

Almost at the moment of adding points, Li Ang felt the changes in his body.

Unlike the last time when it was mainly concentrated in the brain area, this time, Li Ang felt that every cell in his body seemed to be transforming.

At first, he seemed to feel that his cells were dividing and growing, but soon, this feeling turned into a burning sensation.

This feeling came in waves, making Li Ang doubt whether Sun Wukong felt the same way when he was in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun.

In such a hot world, he vaguely felt that some kind of shackles in his body were breaking.

In this change, he could no longer perceive the concept of time, but fortunately, such a breakthrough would also have an end.

Li Ang opened his eyes in a daze. Fortunately, there was no bad smell and the body did not discharge any strange substances.

Opening the attribute panel, it seemed that nothing had changed except that the upper limit was displayed in the line of [Constitution].

In short, he felt that he had changed, but he didn't know where the specific change was.

Li Ang was too lazy to study it. Today was enough to destroy his body.

First, he rode 150 kilometers, then slid on the ground for more than ten meters, and then went to the hospital to be checked by various instruments. Not to mention sitting for several hours when he came back, he just experienced physical torture again.

Such an experience, if he was put in the previous honest work, he might not experience it for a year or two.

When you are undecided, it is always right to sleep.

Time can smooth everything, but if you use this time to sleep, Li Ang always feels that it is at least double the effect.

At the same time, in a large hospital in Jacksonville, a patient who was almost wrapped like a mummy was lying on a surgical bed. From the exposed parts, it can be vaguely judged that this is an Asian man.

"Squeak!"

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a blond and blue-eyed man wearing a doctor's uniform and holding a medicine box walked in.

He slowly looked at the patient ID card on the bed and read softly:

"Park Kwang-ki, there should be no mistake, he is the only one in this country."

He first used a strap to fix his hands and feet.

Then the blond man shook him affectionately to wake him up.

"Mr. Park Kwang-ki, get up and change the dressing."

"Huh?"

Park Kwang-ki had been in intermittent pain almost all day, because his body rubbed too deeply on the ground, and the debridement alone almost took half his life.

It was all thanks to the large dose of painkillers he had just taken that he could close his eyes for a while.

At this time, he was a little dazed. Didn't he just change the dressing today? Why did the doctor come again? Did I sleep until the next day?

The blond man didn't care about these. He slowly untied the gauze on Park Kwang-ki's head and took off some of the hemostatic cotton with medicine on it.

"Hiss!"

The wound on Park Kwang-gi's head was still quite fresh, and the flesh and blood that had been damaged to the dermis almost occupied half of his face.

The hemostatic cotton and some slightly coagulated body fluids were stuck together, and when he took it off, it hurt so much that he could hardly think.

"Mr. Park Kwang-ki, can you tell me why you did that today?"

The blond man asked gently.

"Hiss, didn't you ask this question? I just wanted the champion to wear the national flag, but who knew he deliberately pulled me and fell down. I swear, when I get out of the hospital, I will make him pay the price!"

"He not only has to pay me for medical expenses, mental damages, lost wages, and nutrition expenses, but in addition to these money, I want him to experience the same pain as me!"

Park Kwang-ki gritted his teeth and said, partly because of pain and partly because of hatred.

He even told the police who came to ask routine questions that it was the cyclist who deliberately pressed him to the ground and rubbed him, but he still hasn't received any response.

There is not even a consolation of "We will investigate carefully".

"Sorry, sorry."

The blond man smiled, "I got the steps wrong. I should apply medicine to the wound first and then ask you questions."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of solution with H2O2 (hydrogen peroxide) written on it from the medicine box.

"Believe me, this will be very effective in healing your wound."

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

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Park Kwang-ki's muscles all over his body almost instantly contracted subconsciously.

His brain had lost any ability to think and could only roar mechanically.

"I'm really sorry, my hand was shaking just now, and I poured a little too much."

The blond man looked at him and smiled shyly.

"By the way, what's the next step? It seems like I should chat with you."

Thanks to my family for the monthly tickets!

Thanks to Yiyang Potian for the 100 points.

I worked overtime too late today, so the update is a little late.