"I seemed to have seen that ridiculously beautiful nurse again just now. Where is she? Why isn't she here?"
The fat man looked around with a pair of ruthless eyes. Just now, all his energy was focused on comprehending the five-finger hypnosis technique that Yang Fan passed on to him, and he only had a vague sense of everything happening around him.
He seemed to see Chen Xin swinging back and forth in front of his eyes, posing and twisting his buttocks. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was gone.
I feel very disappointed.
After finally mastering the five-finger hypnosis technique, he was looking for an experimental subject to show off his skills.
Yang Fan raised his finger and pointed at the door, and said quietly: "Nurse Chen just left. When she left, she complained about why you ignored her."
"Really?!" An Sheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait a moment, so he rushed out in a swish.
Yang Fan chuckled and shook his head. This little fat man is really vindictive. Wasn't it because he was hypnotized once by a nurse lady before, but it didn't really succeed. Why is he so fussy about it
When An Sheng walked out of the room, only Yang Fan and Song Zian, who was still unconscious on the bed, were left in the ward.
Yang Fan no longer hesitated, gently waved his hand at Song Zian, and silently said in his heart: "Basic healing technique!"
The spiritual power was drawn out according to a certain pattern, and the surrounding spiritual power also gathered and became active, as if it suddenly had life, and it burrowed into Song Zian's injured place one after another.
"Hmm~!"
Song Zian snorted unconsciously, with a hint of relief in the pain, his brows furrowed slightly and then slowly relaxed.
The treatment process lasted for about three seconds. Yang Fan could clearly feel that Song Zian's energy and blood fluctuations were rising steadily, and his life energy was no longer as weak as before.
"You used the primary healing technique on the seventh-level warrior Song Zian. The skill was released successfully. The injuries in Song Zian's body were slightly healed, and his vitality was +100."
"You used the primary healing technique on the seventh-level warrior Song Zian. The treatment was successful. Mental power +1, skill proficiency +2."
The system prompts followed. Although it was said that Song Zian's internal injuries had healed slightly, in Yang Fan's view, Song Zian was actually more than half recovered. The broken bones were reset and the internal bleeding was completely stopped. Next, with his seventh-level martial arts disciple With his recovery ability and the addition of a hundred points of life energy, he would be back to his original state in less than a day.
This kind of therapeutic effect has far exceeded Yang Fan's psychological expectations. Although the primary treatment technique cannot completely recover serious injuries like Song Zian's immediately, it can save lives at critical moments, which is actually very good.
A very practical nanny skill. If he has the opportunity to go out of the city to hunt monsters in the future, even with just this advantage, he can still have a place in the monster hunting team.
After all, whether in games or in reality, roles like nannies are indispensable.
Yang Fan's body swayed and his head felt a little dizzy. The use of the primary healing technique directly consumed twenty points of his mental energy. Now he only had sixteen points of available mental reserves.
This feeling is very bad. Even in the game, he always has the habit of reserving some mental energy for emergencies. This is especially true in reality, because you never know when danger will come, and there is no follow-up. If you don't hide your trump card, you won't feel safe.
"We must never be so wasteful in the future. No matter how much mental energy is wasted, we must reserve a reserve of skills that can save lives."
Yang Fan warned himself in his heart that this was the end of the world after all, and he must not relax his vigilance just because of the peaceful scenes in the city. The monsters outside the city were always looking at him, and not all people in the city were good people. You can't make a big mistake with caution. .
"Uh~!"
On the hospital bed, Song Zian's brows trembled slightly, and after a slight groan, he slowly opened his eyes.
He felt a little tight in his chest, and his sternum and ribs were also itchy. He couldn't help but want to raise his hands to rub his chest. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a picture that made him feel extremely disgusted. A smile of great fear.
Yang Fan was condescending, looking down at Song Zian. The smile on his face seemed to be sincere, as bright as a flower.
But for some reason, the more Yang Fan smiled, the more chilled Song Zian felt, and the scene of a weasel standing in front of the chicken coop suddenly appeared in his mind.
Unfortunately, he seems to be the trembling chicken in the cage.
"What the hell is going on? Are all those people in the class dead? Why do you let the murderer who injured me stand in front of my hospital bed so openly? Do you think I didn't die quickly enough?"
"Where is Zhao Chu? Where is Xia Zixuan? And Xu Le and Gao Bin, why are they not here? Why do you want a seriously injured person like me to face the monster Yang Fan alone?!"
Song Zi'an was so panicked that he scolded all the gangsters in his class in his mind. He didn't expect that at the critical moment, none of these people could count on him.
This was Yang Fan, a waste that he didn't care about at first. Now he turned around and gave the monster a set of Barbarian Bull Fist that he had practiced to the Great Perfection state.
To this day, Song Zian still can't forget the feeling of powerlessness and fear when Yang Fan casually struck him when he made a sneak attack. He had no way to escape and was irresistible. At that moment, he even felt the call of death.
It's really terrible!
If possible, Song Zian definitely doesn't want to experience it a second time!
"Classmate Song Zian, are you touched, surprised or surprised to see me taking care of you here?" Yang Fan looked at Song Zian in a gentle tone: "Do you feel that the whole world is full of care for you?"
The corner of Song Zian's mouth twitched. To be so caring should be a threat. The whole world is full of deep malice towards him!
"Yang Fan, what do you want? I've already said it. It was all a misunderstanding before. I really never wanted to embarrass you."
Song Zian glanced at the door of the ward with his peripheral vision and found that it was empty, not even a nurse, and his heart instantly dropped.
Yang Fan smiled happily and looked at Song Zian with squinted eyes: "So, I also feel very puzzled. The two of us have always been in harmony with each other. Our classmates have not even said three words in three years. We have no complaints. No hatred, why did you suddenly jump out to cause trouble for me?"
"Don't talk nonsense about misunderstandings, jealousy over my promotion, or anything like that. Although my martial arts talent is not very good, my brain is still there and I can distinguish right from wrong."
Song Zian smiled bitterly: "But all this is really just a misunderstanding. Otherwise, what else do you want me to say?"
The mouth is quite stiff.
It seems that the lessons given to him in the classroom before were not enough.
Yang Fan was too lazy to talk to him anymore. After a while, Zhang Fengyu and Chen Xin would be ready to come over to treat Song Zian's injuries. In fact, he didn't have much time to talk to Song Zian alone.
There can be no further delay!
"Originally, I wanted to save some mental energy, but I didn't expect that each one of them would be so disturbing!"
Yang Fan sighed softly and slowly stretched out his right hand towards Song Zian.
If one finger or two is too ink, a real man will show his strongest form as soon as he comes up.
All five fingers were stretched out, and combined with Yang Fan's overflowing mental power, Song Zian's attention was instantly attracted.
In fact, Song Zian originally refused. After all, in the martial arts room, he had seen with his own eyes that Yang Fan stretched out his palm and waved it casually, and Huang Zhong, a sixth-level martial artist, fell to his knees. He was so awesome.
Therefore, when he saw Yang Fan extending the palm of his right hand towards him, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes and turn his head to one side, refusing to stop and glance at his right hand.
But he didn't expect that while Yang Fan stretched out his right hand, his left hand was not idle either. He directly pressed his forehead, opened his eyelids, and forced him to look straight.
What a bully!
Song Zi'an felt sad and angry, and in his mind he greeted Yang Fan and the ancestors behind him with 10,000 MMPs. But soon, his consciousness began to become blurry, and he seemed to be no longer himself.
Yang Fan stretched out his hand and patted his left cheek: "Young man, you're a little too young to fight with me."
Song Zian didn't speak, his expression had become dull, and his perception of the outside world was basically zero.
"You performed five-finger hypnosis on seventh-level warrior Song Zian. The hypnosis was successful. Song Zian fell into a hypnotic state. Your understanding of five-finger hypnosis has improved slightly. Your mental power +1, mental will +1, and skill proficiency + 2."
Yang Fan looked at his mental power and found that there were still eleven points left. After all, hypnosis was not a professional mental secret skill and it did not consume much. If he hadn't wanted to enhance the effect of hypnosis, even if he didn't use any mental power, he could actually achieve the purpose of hypnosis, but it would just take a little more time.
"Tell me, why are you an enemy of me?" Yang Fan asked Song Zian again.
Song Zian spoke bluntly without any expression or emotion: "It's Xia Zixuan. She said that if I dare to sneak a punch at you, she will accept my invitation to have dinner with her tonight."
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, not expecting that his future and destiny, in the eyes of his classmates, were only worth a chance to have dinner with a beautiful woman.
Xia Zixuan, it turned out that she was actually the one causing the trouble in secret.
"What's the reason?" Yang Fan continued to ask, "Xia Zixuan won't come to trouble me for no reason, right?"
"Because of Hua Yue." Song Zian said: "Every time she and Hua Yue enter the classroom, your eyes are always fixed on Hua Yue without even looking at her. She feels that she has been humiliated and feels very sad. uncomfortable."
puff!
Yang Fan almost wanted to vomit blood, could this be considered a reason? Just because I only look at Huayue and not you, do you hold a grudge
What kind of psychology is this? Yang Fan doesn't remember that he is so popular among these girls
Thump thump thump!
Hearing the faint sound of footsteps coming from outside, Yang Fan shook his head slightly, and after whispering a few words to Song Zian, he snapped his fingers, and Song Zian slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
At the same time, the door to the ward was opened, Zhang Fengyu walked in, and Chen Xin followed him, pushing some tools and medicines for bone setting and hemostasis in his hands.
An Sheng followed Chen Xin eagerly, winking at Yang Fan with a proud look on his face. He looked as if the experiment had been successful. Nurse Chen Xin's expression was indeed slightly different from when she went out just now.
Yang Fan was not surprised by this. As a first-level spiritual master, his spiritual power was five to ten times that of ordinary warriors. If Chen Xin could not be hypnotized in this way, it would only mean that An Sheng, the fat man, It's really useless.
"Huh? This classmate's injury seems to have recovered!"
With just one glance, Zhang Fengyu noticed something unusual about Song Zian. He quickly walked closer and reached out to grasp the pulse of Song Zian's right hand.
“It’s actually mostly healed!”
"But how is this possible? It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones. Even if a mortal warrior suffers such a bone-breaking injury, plus the treatment with the recovery elixir, it will take at least three to ten days of recovery. , it can’t be faster!”
Zhang Fengyu felt like he had seen a ghost.
He was very sure of the severity of Song Zian's internal injuries. It was a serious injury that was only one step away from being completely destroyed. It made no sense that it only took ten minutes to recover to the point where he could be discharged from the hospital and recuperate on his own.
But now, the facts are before his eyes. The internal bleeding in Song Zian's lungs has completely stopped. The cracks in the sternum have been completely repaired. The broken ribs have automatically reconnected. The method of bone setting is perfect. The bones are completely sutured together. There is no Even if Zhang Fengyu took action himself, he would not be able to achieve such precision and perfection.
This method of bone setting is simply art.
What's more important is that Zhang Fengyu didn't notice any traces of elixirs, spiritual fruits or even spiritual energy in Song Zian's body at all. This shows that at least in the last twenty-four hours, Song Zian has not taken any external healing drugs at all.
Zhang Fengyu couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Yang Fan, who had been standing in front of the hospital bed. He wanted to ask, what happened to Song Zian in the five minutes he went out to prepare the equipment and medicines
How could there be such miraculous medical skills in this world that could almost completely recover a man with a cracked sternum and serious injuries in such a short period of time
(End of chapter)