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Ye Fan was startled. Could it be that the medicine he found on the axis of the earth had any side effects
He didn't care about asking too much, and hurried to Feng Xiaohui's ward with Feng Yueying, and Luo Nida and others followed.
As soon as he entered the ward, he found that Feng Xiaohui was lying on the bed and his body was convulsing constantly, his face was sweating, his expression was uncomfortable, and he was breathing heavily.
The nurse next to him looked blank and worried, and didn't know what happened.
"It's been like this since the beginning! What happened to my brother!?" Feng Yueying was about to cry anxiously.
Roonida hurriedly ran to the brain wave detection instrument, and after looking at the data display, he was shocked and said: "God! His brain is extremely active! Now his brain doesn't look like a vegetative person at all. , Active like a crazy computing computer!"
Ye Fan stepped forward, grabbed Feng Xiaohui's wrist, took the pulse, and said, "Although the body is weak, the pulse is okay. It seems... the problem lies in the activeness of his brain."
"Is he having a nightmare, because there are too many terrifying things in his mind?" Du Yuner guessed.
"It's possible, but even if you have a nightmare, this is a good thing! At least... it shows that his brain cell activity has been successfully increased!" Roonida said.
At this moment, Feng Xiaohui lying on the bed suddenly shouted!
"what!!"
Following Feng Xiaohui's yelling, the device that detects brain waves directly sounded an alarm!
"Beep—"
Roonida was stunned by the harsh sirens.
"This... how is this possible! His brain waves have exceeded the limit that the instrument can detect!? Is this still a human brain wave!?"
Just as everyone was puzzled, more unusual changes appeared in the ward!
Only the tables, chairs, and shelves began to shake, and the fruits, flower pots, books, and small electrical appliances also vibrated there.
It is as if an invisible force is touching them.
"Oh! God!" The little nurse was so scared to death when she saw this scene, she rushed out of the door and fled.
Ye Fan looked at Feng Xiaohui with blinking eyes. He suddenly thought of one thing-mental power!
Feng Xiaohui's brain is extremely active, and his brain waves increase crazily. Isn't it a manifestation of mental power
Men with supernatural powers who can take things out of the air, and magicians who use their mental power to control magical elements, all have brains different from ordinary people.
Could it be said that their treatment method gave Feng Xiaohui's brain a strong mental power? !
"Husband, what's wrong with Xiaohui, he... can he still wake up?" Feng Yueying became more worried after being surprised.
Ye Fan frowned, and was about to say something, but when he saw everything in the room, he stopped moving and everything calmed down.
Feng Xiaohui fell asleep in bed as if collapsed.
"Xiaohui! Xiaohui!!" Feng Yueying thought that something was wrong with her younger brother, and pushed her up twice.
Ye Fan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop her, and said, "Yingying, don't worry, I feel that Xiaohui may be fine."
"It's okay? Why?" Feng Yueying asked.
"Look at the way he sleeps, it's the same as a normal person sleeping after fatigue, and it's completely different from the original way," Ye Fan said.
Feng Yueying took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. Although the difference was not very big, she could feel that this was a normal person who was tired and fell asleep.
"Let's wait, wait for him to wake up," Ye Fan said.
Feng Yueying bit her lower lip and nodded, with an expectant "um" in her eyes.
As night fell, Ye Fan stayed quietly with Feng Yueying in the nursing ward.
Feng Xiaohui's situation is very special, Ye Fan dare not leave the ward.
Du Yoona thoughtfully bought some delicious takeaways for the two of them. After all, the food in the hospital tasted very ordinary.
After the three of them had dinner, Ye Fan asked Du Yun'er to find Roonida, took a laptop, and looked at the medical information of the Earth's axis in the ward.
"Brother Ye Fan, have you found a way to save Angel?" Du Yuner asked softly.
"How could it be so easy... By the way, why Yuner, you also know about Angel," Ye Fan wondered.
"I told Yoona, you didn't mention it when you were there," Feng Yueying curiously asked: "Husband, is Angel your first love?"
Seeing the two women looking at him gossipingly, Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "What first love? When I met Angel, she was only thirteen years old."
"Ah? So small?" Feng Yueying said: "I thought it was a big beauty."
"If Angel can grow up smoothly, she should be a big beauty, but... to me, her heart is the most beautiful", Ye Fan murmured.
"Husband, didn't you say you would tell me about Angel, let's talk about it now" Feng Yueying said.
Ye Fan thinks this is fine. Let Feng Yueying divert her attention. Don't worry about Feng Xiaohui all the time, so he nodded and said, "You may already know that I was taken by OLD-ONES people and tied up overseas. After selection and hard training of life and death, he was selected by the Black Emperor to become his disciple...
I entered the industry at the age of thirteen and officially used the code name of'FALLEN' as a killer, killing people all over the world. By the time I turned seventeen, I was already the world's most expensive killer...
My killing efficiency and the number of enemies killed on the battlefield were the number one record-breaking. At that time, I was numb to killing people. Of course, when I opened my eyes every day, there were countless people who wanted it for various purposes. Kill me..."
Ye Fan narrated leisurely, recalling the past years in his mind. The two women listened quietly, and gradually became immersed in the past time of Ye Fan...
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On the vast African grasslands, a river winds its way.
A piece of land far away from the river was reclaimed and turned into a small market.
Local aboriginals and people from some nearby small cities will come here to exchange the most primitive goods for daily necessities.
Currency is completely meaningless in this kind of country. Perverted inflation makes the currency of this African country indistinguishable from toilet paper.
Where there are people, there is business to do.
There are several small stalls on the north side of the market. The stall owners sell scones made of tapioca flour and soup made from wild vegetables on the grassland, as well as some smoked pheasant and wild boar.
Things are very rough, but it is not easy to fill your stomach with decent food in this backward land.
A young man with black hair and yellow skin, wearing a camouflage jacket, and an indifferent temperament all over his body, was sitting in a stall and occupied a wooden table by himself.
He gulped the soup and nibbling on wild boar, and there was a ceramic basin in front of him with a few tapioca cakes.
Such a meal is absolutely rich here, enough to make many black natives and civilians passing by, swallow drooling.
The young man was eating hungrily, and three black children who looked five or six years old, up to seven or eight years old, and thin, came over.
The eldest of them, the little girl, held a pottery bowl with a torn side, and stretched out to the young man.
The three children smelled the food and swallowed eagerly. They looked at the strange passer-by, begging for something to eat.
"Well-hearted people, my two younger brothers and I have had nothing to eat for two days. Can you give us some tapioca biscuits... The three of us only need half of them..." said the little black girl in the local aboriginal language , Regardless of whether the young man understood.
The man raised his head, his cold eyes fell on the three children, "Three people, half a pie, is it enough to eat?"
With one mouth, the man fluently spoke the native language used by the tribe.