After the Passat car returned to the Tang Metropolitan Area, Gu Ling drove Tian Jiawen to a location of the XXX company office. At this time, there was already a middle-aged aunt waiting in the yard.
Tian Jiawen got out of the car and came to an unfamiliar environment. She was a little timid and feared that Zhang Feng would sell herself.
The seventeen-year-old child has never seen the world.
"Oda!" Zhang Feng pushed the door and got out of the car. The white smoke in his eyes seemed to be heavier. He said faintly: "You live here first. Life and study will be arranged. Don't worry at home, there will be local departments to help. You say item."
"Okay! But..." Tian Jiawen looked at Zhang Feng, with some nostalgia that he wanted to rely on.
To Zhang Feng, she was just curious and admiring the hero, and she couldn't talk about liking it, but at this moment, the only person she could rely on was Zhang Feng.
"Leave a phone call for you, call me if you have anything to do, and you can talk to me if there is nothing to do." Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to the side, and Gulin stood there.
Gu Ling was not surprised, and quickly found a notebook and pen from the car and handed it to Zhang Feng.
However, Tian Jiawen looked at Zhang Feng curiously. If it weren't for the fog in Zhang Feng's eyes, she would have doubted whether Zhang Feng really couldn't see it.
After leaving the phone number, Zhang Feng handed the book to Tian Jiawen, saying: "You don't have to consider tuition or living expenses. There will be someone who will send it to you and study hard!"
The grace of dripping water should be reported by the spring, and Zhang Feng did it.
Tian Jiawen nodded slightly, holding the notebook in his arms, and looking at Zhang Feng foolishly, knowing that he was in the car and the car left the yard.
"What's your name?"
After pouting, Tian Jiawen retracted his nostalgic gaze and opened the notebook. On the first page, there were two big characters: Zhang Feng, the following is the phone number, and the same is about to fly.
You can tell by looking at yourself that Zhang Feng has sex in his chest, resolute will, and a majestic posture.
"Zhang Feng... I remember you, in the future, I will find you!" Tian Jiawen closed the notebook, a spring-like smile appeared on her small face.
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The Passat car came all the way to the Tangdu First Hospital. Gu Ling took advantage of his identity and directly found the best ophthalmologist to see Zhang Feng.
After an examination, the doctor took off the reading glasses and sighed: "The initial judgment is that the cornea is burned, but the cause of the lens turbidity cannot be found. Are you sure it is poisoning?"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Gu Ling, his eyes explored, knowing that the aspects involved in these special departments are confidential, meaning to ask if he can know the reason.
Gu Ling nodded slightly and said to Zhang Feng: "Idol, you can just say that Professor Zhao will keep it secret."
Professor Zhao nodded quickly.
"Okay, I hope the doctor won't be scared." Zhang Feng smiled faintly, and explained how Feng Lei had conspired.
"Then... It should be poisoned?" Professor Zhao was shocked and hesitated for a long time before accepting Zhang Feng's statement.
Zhang Feng did not respond, and then there was a series of inspections, eye sampling, skin sampling, and blood tests.
It was not until the afternoon that the test results were calculated.
"It's a disease caused by microorganisms!" Professor Zhao came to a conclusion and handed the report to Gu Ling.
Gu Ling glanced at it and hurriedly asked, "Professor Zhao, is there a cure?"
Professor Zhao shook his head and said: "I am an expert in ophthalmology, but not in microbiology. I suggest going to the provincial capital or the magic city, where the conditions are better and there are more experts."
Gu Ling squatted down in front of Zhang Feng, took his hand, and said softly: "Idol, we go to the magic city, and we must heal your eyes."
"No need." Zhang Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "Since I know it is a microorganism, I have a way to deal with it. Thank you Professor Zhao for your help."
"No thanks, no thanks, this is what I should do. You are fighting against gangsters in order to protect the country. I feel guilty if I can't help." Professor Zhao said with emotion.
Gu Ling still wanted to persuade Zhang Feng, but was firmly rejected. Reluctantly, she had to take Zhang Feng back to the Mid-Levels Villa.
Entering the living room, Zhang Feng found that the condition of his eyes had become more serious. He was still sensitive to light before, but now he can't see his fingers and his vision is completely black.
"Idol, how do you plan to treat your eyes? How can I help?" Gu Ling was no longer anxious, but with guilt on his face, he secretly vowed to take good care of Zhang Feng.
If she hadn't tricked Zhang Feng into joining Dragon Scale, it wouldn't have caused Zhang Feng to lose his eyesight.
"Buy me a pair of sunglasses, my eyes must be very scary." Zhang Feng smiled leisurely.
Hearing this, Gu Ling almost cried. Zhang Feng's eyes were more than scary and terrifying. His pupils were white, and his iris became pale and daring.
The little one screams when he sees it.
"Okay, I'm going to buy it now!"
Gu Ling held back his tears, but his voice was trembling.
When Gu Ling left, Zhang Feng fumbled and returned to the room on the third floor, put on a light pajamas, sat cross-legged on the mat, silently running the infuriating energy, exploring the eye meridians.
If you know that the eye disease is caused by microorganisms, just remove the microorganisms.
Under inward vision, as Zhen Qi entered his eyes, he found that his eyes were cloudy, with a large amount of cotton-like material suspended.
A healthy lens is completely transparent, and the "cotton" must be the result of microbial activity.
Zhang Feng made a judgment and carefully controlled a trace of real energy, approaching the "cotton", and after some exploration, there was no gain.
"The internal vision is not subtle enough, if only a microscope can be installed." Zhang Feng sighed, ended the internal vision, sat on the mat, thinking about the solution.
The Buddha said that there are 84,000 insects in a drop of water...
An inexplicable word sounded, Zhang Feng seemed to have found his way, and his spirits were shocked.
"The ancient gods must have extremely subtle methods to detect the insects in a drop of water!" Zhang Feng began to run infuriating energy again.
This time, he didn't look inside, but directly practiced the exercises. Although he was slow to enter, he could still cultivate and polish his state of mind.
I don't know how long time passed before Zhang Feng finished his practice and the door of the room was pushed open.
Gu Ling carefully probed and saw Zhang Feng open his eyes, he walked in small steps, and knelt on the mat.
"Zhang Feng, give you sunglasses."
She was wearing a flimsy pink nightgown with a belt around her waist to secure her clothes, leaned down, her neckline was springy, as if vacuum.
Finding something abnormal in his clothes, he quickly pressed the neckline with his hands.
What am I doing, the idol can't see it again!
Gu Lingqiang smiled and said, "Idol, have you found out?"
"Yes!" Zhang Feng smiled leisurely.
Gulling suddenly brightened his eyes and asked, "Have you found a way to deal with microorganisms?"
Zhang Feng smiled calmly: "Not yet!"
"..."
Gu Ling vigorously punched Zhang Feng's shoulder with his small fist, and said with a narrowed mouth: "Take me to play!"
After speaking, I just sat with my legs spread out, a pair of long legs stretched out a long way, a touch of white appeared under the skirt of the nightgown, Zhang Feng couldn't see it anyway, and he was more comfortable.
(End of this chapter)