"Huh?"
Ronan seemed to see a reprise of his own previous difficulties. In the current situation, it is clear that the body of the Soul Host cannot withstand the infusion of Morun's soul power and is damaged. How would Moren solve this problem? In case of an unexpected situation, you can't control the soul-resident user who can be "cut to pieces" at any time to fight, right
With the magic talisman as a fulcrum and cover, Ronan opened his "divine perspective" and conducted an all-round observation of Morun.
Morun was completely unaware of this, and adjusted step by step, allowing the soul-dweller to gradually adapt to the infusion of soul power. Since he had already exposed his energy information operation method at the magic talisman before, Ronan was able to figure out his steps even through observation and guessing.
… Is that so? Ronan was like an apprentice, comparing the moves of his coach and starting to try.
The first is self-limitation.
Slow down the rhythm of soul breathing, slow down the speed and efficiency of energy information operation, and even intentionally block some of it to reduce the huge pressure on the body.
Ronan's mental induction range began to shrink significantly, from a radius of 800 meters to less than ten meters.
At this point, it is about one percent of the soul body's mental induction, which cannot be reduced no matter what. This is the lowest limit for maintaining the current soul configuration and rhythm, and it is a "basic unit". But even so, the radius has nearly doubled from yesterday morning's five meters, which still puts a lot of pressure on information processing.
Now comes the second step: keep your distance.
Ronan followed Morun's approach, allowing the soul to "lean in" deep on the spiritual level, maintaining a state of detachment from the physical body... Well, it's like dreaming.
Morun used this method to reduce the pressure on the body of the soul host. However, the biggest problem is that the exchange of information on the material and spiritual levels is somewhat misaligned and lagging, which affects the secretion of some neurotransmitters. He is mentally confused and confused. It's similar to sleepwalking or even taking drugs.
Ultimately, this is just a stop-gap measure, not a permanent solution.
Ronan was a little disappointed, but anyway, this method helped him get out of his embarrassing "paralysis" state.
After Morun completed "residing the soul", he did not rush out of the nightclub. Instead, he led the magic talisman out of the box and walked around in the nightclub.
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Move around and adjust the form of the soul to the best state.
Temporarily losing the value of observation, Ronan's mind returned, but he couldn't help but yawned and almost fell asleep. He didn't want to scare people with sleep anymore, so he suppressed his sleepiness and sat up from the bed unsteadily.
The faint light from the sky filtered into the room through the gauze curtains. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was early morning.
Thinking about the twists and turns and chaos in the first half of the night, as well as the speed of the flow during this period, the sharp contrast between before and after made Ronan feel quite emotional for a while.
He took another deep breath, but only halfway through it, the itching in his throat suddenly broke out, and the air flow was blocked. He was choked to death, coughing continuously, and almost couldn't breathe.
At this time, the transmitter on the bedside actively sounded, and my aunt's extremely surprised voice came in:
"Nannan, you wake up!"
He wanted to say hello to his aunt, but his violent coughing prevented him from speaking, so he could only raise his hand in response.
The intensive care unit where Ronan is located was specially arranged by the association through the hospital. It has 24-hour intelligent monitoring and is equipped with both professional and machine care. In fact, the fundamental purpose is to refuse family accompanying and make room for subsequent operations.
Due to the hospital's system, Ms. Luo Shuqing could only check Ronan's real-time condition through online video. Unexpectedly, in the early morning, during the first visit of the day, Ronan turned over and sat up. This surprise was truly extraordinary.
But seeing Ronan's coughing condition, he couldn't help but worry. Just when he was about to call the medical staff, the ward door was pushed open, and a large number of doctors and nurses came in, and the daily routine rounds began.
Among the crowd, Mr. Bai stood out and was at the core. To this little old man who casually put on a white coat, Ronan's attending physician always addressed him as "Professor Bai", showing great respect.
"Hey, the little guy is awake. This saves a lot of trouble."
While Mr. Bai was joking, a nurse came forward to do a routine check and pulled up the monitoring data from last night for Mr. Bai to review.
Mr. Bai had already made up his mind about what happened last night. He just scanned the data and continued to joke with Ronan: "...What happened to the forehead? Didn't you wake up from a fall?"
The wound on Ronan's forehead was originally a tear in the epidermal tissue
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, the scab had already stopped bleeding, and it looked like it had been hung up by something. There was a shallow bloodstain on the forehead, which was more eye-catching.
"Cough, I don't know where I touched it." Ronan still couldn't stop coughing and spoke intermittently.
Mr. Bai walked over with a smile on his face and checked his physical condition, just like rolling his eyelids.
At the same time, Ronan's voice came into his six ears: "Idiot, should you say something like 'Why am I here' at this time?"
"Ahem... why am I here?" Because of the sequelae of "lowering blood pressure", Ronan's mind has been groggy. He really said what he was told, very well-behaved.
Mr. Bai was very happy. Ronan was indeed old enough to be his grandson. He patted Ronan on the head and said, "You can teach me," and then said:
"It's nothing. The young man must have been under a lot of stress recently and has a bit of a mental breakdown... Your parents are here. I'll report the situation later."
"I'll be downstairs right away."
Ms. Luo Shuqing did not go home yesterday and stayed at a hotel near the hospital. Seeing that Ronan was awake, she notified her husband and rushed here. She watched the entire examination at the hospital through online video and responded through the bedside communicator.
"No rush, no rush."
Mr. Bai said this, but then he grabbed Ronan's two hands and gestured to Ronan to open the tiger's mouth of his left hand. He gently kneaded and pressed it with the thumb of his right hand, and demonstrated the contact points, techniques and strength: "Coughing." It’s awesome, just deal with it like this first, concentrate on it, don’t have any distractions, okay?”
Ronan did as he was told, and as expected, his cough symptoms were relieved, and he immediately nodded in agreement.
Mr. Bai smiled and went out with his hands behind his back, but Liu Er's contact remained intact and he shared messages to let Ronan know his next trip.
After symbolically checking a few more patient numbers, Mr. Bai met with Ms. Luo Shuqing. What he said next was different from what he said in the ward:
"Depending on the situation, it can be initially confirmed that it is an autonomic nervous system disorder, caused by stress or anger... Did you get angry with your family last night?"
Mr. Bai showed his magic stick posture and immediately led Ms. Luo Shuqing into the urn.
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