Chapter 139

"I seem to have seen the ugly nurse sister again just now. Where are you? Why aren't you there?"

The fat man looked around with a pair of thief eyes. Just now, all his spirit was focused on understanding the five finger hypnosis passed to him by Yang Fan. He had only a vague feeling about what happened around him.

It seemed that he saw Chen Xin shaking around in front of him, scratching his head and twisting his ass. unexpectedly, he woke up, but there was no one.

I feel very disappointed.

He finally practiced five finger hypnosis. He was looking for an experimental object to show his skills.

Yang Fan raised her finger to the door and said in a low voice, "nurse Chen just went out. When she left, she complained why you ignored her."

"Really?!" Ansheng couldn't wait for a moment, so he rushed out.

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head. The little fat man has a heavy heart of revenge. He was hypnotized by someone's nurse sister before, and he didn't really succeed. As for such fussing?

Looking at an Sheng out of the door, only Yang Fan and song Zian lying in bed are left in the ward.

Yang Fan no longer hesitated. He waved to song Zian gently and silently recited: "primary therapy!"

The spiritual power was pulled out according to a certain law, and the surrounding spiritual power also gathered and became active. It seemed that there was life suddenly, and they went into the injured place of song Zian.

"Hmm ~!"

Song Zian unconsciously gave a light hum, with a trace of relief in the pain. After frowning slightly, he slowly stretched out again.

The treatment lasted about three seconds. Yang Fan obviously felt that song Zian's Qi and blood fluctuated steadily, and his life energy was no longer as weak as before.

"You used the primary healing technique on the seventh level martial disciple song Zian. The skill was released successfully. Song Zian's internal injury healed slightly and his vitality + 100."

"You used primary healing against the seventh level martial disciple song Zian. The healing was successful, mental strength + 1 and skill proficiency + 2."

The system prompted that although song Zian's injury healed slightly, in Yang Fan's opinion, song Zian was actually half healed, the broken bone was restored, and the internal bleeding was completely stopped. Next, with his level 7 martial arts disciple's recovery ability and a hundred points of life energy, he could recover in a day.

Such therapeutic effect has far exceeded Yang Fan's psychological expectations. Although primary therapy can't make a serious injury like song Zian recover immediately and completely, it's actually very good to be able to save your life at a critical moment.

This is a very practical nurse skill. He will have the opportunity to go out of the city to hunt monsters in the future. Even with this advantage, he can also occupy a place in the demon hunting team.

After all, no matter playing games or in reality, the role of mammy is indispensable.

Yang Fan's body shook and his head was a little dizzy. The exertion of primary therapy directly consumed 20 points of his mental strength. Now he has only 16 points of mental reserve available.

This feeling is very bad. Even in the game, he is always used to reserving some mental strength for emergencies, especially in reality, because you never know when there will be danger, no backhand, no hidden cards and no sense of security.

"In the future, we can't do this again. No matter how much spiritual power is wasted, we should reserve a life-saving skill reserve."

Yang Fan warned himself in the bottom of his heart that this is the end of the world after all. Don't relax your vigilance because of some details and scenes in the city. The monsters outside the city are always eyeing, and the people in the city are not necessarily all good people. Be careful and make no big mistake.

"Hmm ~!"

On the hospital bed, song Zian's eyebrows trembled slightly. After a slight groan, he slowly opened his eyes.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and his sternum and ribs were itchy. He couldn't help but want to raise his hand and rub his chest. As a result, as soon as his eyes opened, he saw a smiling face that made him feel extremely disgusted and frightened.

Yang Fan looked down at Song Zian from a commanding position. The smile on his face seemed very sincere and just like a flower.

But I don't know why. The more Yang Fan laughed, the more song Zian felt cold. A scene of a weasel standing in front of the chicken cage appeared in his mind.

Unfortunately, he seems to be the trembling chicken in the cage.

"What's the matter? Are all the people in the class dead? Why did the murderer who injured me stand in front of my hospital bed so grandly that I didn't die fast enough?"

"Where's Zhao Chu? Where's Xia Zixuan? Why aren't Xu Le and Gao Bin? Why should I, a seriously injured person, face the monster Yang Fan alone?!"

Song Zi was so relieved that he scolded all his friends in the class. Unexpectedly, none of them could count on at the critical time.

This is Yang Fan, a waste he didn't care about. Now the salted fish turns over and gives a set of bull fist to the monster who has reached a perfect state.

Until now, song Zian can't forget the feeling of powerlessness and fear when Yang Fan hit him when he attacked Yang Fan. He can't avoid and resist. At that moment, he even felt the call of death.

It's terrible!

If possible, song Zian absolutely doesn't want to experience it again!

"Classmate song Zian, are you moved, surprised or surprised to see me taking care of you here?" Yang Fan looked at Song Zian gently: "do you feel that the whole world is full of love for you?"

Song Zian's mouth was drawn to show special love. It should be intimidation. The whole world was full of deep malice towards him!

"Yang Fan, what do you want? I said it all. It was a misunderstanding before. I really never wanted to be difficult with you."

Song Zian's Yu Guang glanced at the door of the ward and found that it was empty, not even a nurse. His heart was half cold in an instant.

Yang Fan smiled and narrowed his eyes at Song Zian: "so, I also feel very puzzled. We are always well water and don't offend the river. Our classmates haven't even said three words for three years. There is no resentment and hatred. Why do you suddenly jump out to trouble me?"

"Don't talk nonsense about misunderstandings, jealousy and promotion. Although my martial arts talent is not very good, my brain is still in my head and can distinguish right from wrong."

Song Zian smiled bitterly: "but all this is really just a misunderstanding. If you don't say so, what else do you want me to say?"

The mouth is hard.

It seems that the lesson given to him in the classroom is still not enough.

Yang Fan is too lazy to write with him. After a while, Zhang Fengyu and Chen Xin will be ready to come and heal song Zian. In fact, he doesn't have much time to talk with song Zian alone.

No more delay!

"Originally, I wanted to save a little mental energy. Unexpectedly, all of them are worrying!"

Yang Fan sighed and slowly stretched out his right hand to song Zian.

What is too much ink on two fingers? A real man should show his strongest state as soon as he comes up.

All five fingers stretched out, matched with Yang Fan's overflowing spiritual power, and instantly attracted song Zian's mind.

In fact, song Zian originally refused. After all, in the martial arts studio, he saw with his own eyes that Yang Fan stretched out his palm and waved at will. The yellow bell of martial arts division level 6 knelt directly, which was forced by the cow.

Therefore, when he saw Yang Fan reaching out his right hand to him, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes, turn his head to one side, and never go to live on that right hand and take a look at it.

But he didn't expect that while Yang Fan stretched out his right hand, his left hand was not idle. He directly pressed his forehead, broke off his eyelids and forced him to look straight.

Too much bullying!

Song Zian was sad and angry. In his mind, 10000 words of MMP greeted Yang Fan and his ancestors behind him, but soon, his consciousness began to be confused, and he no longer seemed to be himself.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and patted on his left face: "little sample, fight with brother. You're a little tender."

Song Zian did not speak, his expression had become dull, and his perception of the outside world was basically zero.

"You performed five finger hypnosis on the seventh level martial artist song Zian. Hypnosis was successful. Song Zian fell into a hypnotic state. Your understanding of five finger hypnosis has been slightly improved. Mental power + 1, mental will + 1 and skill proficiency + 2."

Yang Fan looked at his mental strength and there were still 11 points left. After all, hypnosis is not a professional spiritual secret skill and consumes little. If it were not for his purpose of enhancing the effect of hypnosis, even if he did not use a little mental strength, he could actually achieve the purpose of hypnosis, but it would take more time.

"Tell me, why are you against me?" Yang Fan asked song Zian again.

Song Zian had no 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 dinner with her tonight."

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and didn't expect his future and destiny. In the eyes of these classmates, it was only worth an opportunity to have dinner with beautiful women.

Xia Zixuan, she is really making trouble in the dark.

"Why?" Yang Fan continued to ask, "Xia Zixuan will not come to my trouble for no reason?"

"Because of Huayue." Song Zian said, "every time she enters the classroom with Huayue, your eyes always stare at Huayue. She doesn't even look at her. She feels humiliated and uncomfortable."

Poof!

Yang Fan wants to vomit blood. Can this be a reason? Do you hold a grudge because I only look at flowers and moon instead of you?

What kind of psychology is this? Yang Fan doesn't remember that he is so popular among these girls?

Deng Deng Deng!

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Yang Fan shook his head slightly and whispered a few words to song Zian. As soon as he snapped his fingers, song Zian slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

At the same time, the door of the ward was opened. Zhang Fengyu stepped in. Chen Xin followed him, pushing some common tools and drugs for bone grafting and hemostasis.

An Sheng followed Chen Xin behind him, smiling proudly at Yang Fan. Looking at him, it seemed that the experiment had been successful. The look of nurse Chen Xin was indeed a little different from that when she went out just now.

In this regard, Yang Fan is not surprised. As a first-class spiritual teacher, his spiritual strength is five to ten times that of ordinary people who fade all martial arts. If this can't hypnotize Chen Xin, it can only show that Ansheng is too wasted.

"Eh? This classmate's injury seems to have recovered!"

With only one look, Zhang Fengyu noticed the abnormality of song Zian, hurried to the front, stretched out his hand and held the pulse of song Zian's right hand.

"It's really half better!"

"But how can this be possible? It will take at least three to ten days to recover from such a broken bone injury for a hundred days. It can't be faster!"

Zhang Fengyu had a feeling of seeing a ghost.

He was very sure of the severity of song Zian's internal injury. It was the key to serious injury that would be completely finished in one step. It was unreasonable that he could recover to the point where he could be discharged from the hospital and recuperate himself in only ten minutes.

But now, the facts are in front of him. The internal bleeding in Song Zian's lungs has completely stopped, the cracks in his sternum have been completely repaired, and the broken ribs are automatically restored and connected. The method of bone connection is perfect. The bone seams are completely closed without any stagnation. Even Zhang Fengyu can't do it so accurately and perfectly.

Such a bone setting method is simply art.

More importantly, in Song Zian's body, Zhang Fengyu was not aware of any trace of elixir, spiritual fruit or even spiritual power. This shows that song Zian has never taken any external healing drugs at least in the last 24 hours.

Zhang Fengyu couldn't help turning his head and glancing at Yang Fan who had been standing in front of the hospital bed. He wanted to ask what happened to song Zian within five minutes of he went out to prepare equipment and drugs?

In this world, how can there be such magical medical skills that can almost completely recover a person with cracked sternum and serious injury to death in such a short time?