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Chapter 171 Wen Xin's Strange State

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor.

Items spread out around were all the various harvests brought back from Yong'an Island.

A specially shaped tranquilizer pistol and thirty syringe bullets loaded with powerful anesthetics.

A black medicine box containing a syringe and five injection tubes containing blue liquid.

The faint blue fluorescence revealed from it is quite eye-catching and unusual.

These are all spoils obtained from members of the Noah organization.

Next to it was a white mask, two porcelain bowls and plates, three incense burners, and box-shaped gold and silver items.

These are shipwreck antiques found around cracks in the seabed. Their exact value is not yet known.

However, Fang Cheng was certain that the mask was an extremely rare treasure.

The material seemed to be made of plaster, and even submachine gun bullets could not penetrate it.

In addition to being strong, it even has the ability to stretch, allowing it to perfectly fit the shape of your face.

In addition to its high practicality.

The two rubies inlaid in the eyes are crystal clear and of excellent quality. If they were sold separately, they would not be a small amount of money.

Of course, Fang Cheng would definitely not sell this mask.

Its performance in a fierce battle was enough to prove that its actual use to itself far exceeded its significance as an antique.

The last grayish-white metal box contains ancient remains.

The radiation intensity of this thing is very high, which is actually very dangerous for ordinary people.

In the future, we will need to customize a radiation-proof safe specifically for storage.

Fang Cheng's eyes carefully scanned all the items and landed on the five antiques.

Then he picked up his phone, dialed a number and called Ma Dong Hyuk.

The phone was quickly connected after a few beeps.

"Hey, hey, Cheng, you're finally back!"

As soon as the call was connected, a rough voice came out of the microphone.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Cheng smiled and said:
"Where are you, why don't we get together tonight?"

"Ah, you don't know yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Ma Dong Hyuk seemed stunned for a moment, then told Fang Cheng:

"Something happened to Wen Xin. She is now staying in Jiangbei Hospital..."

Fang Cheng frowned when he heard that, and his smile instantly disappeared.

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Jiangbei Hospital.

A yellow taxi came speeding and stopped outside the gate.

Fang Cheng got out of the car and looked up at the brightly lit inpatient building.

After just returning from one hospital with good news, I rushed to another hospital. I needed to be mentally prepared to face the illness.

There is a feeling that fate is unpredictable.

After consulting the lobby service desk, Fang Cheng quickly took the elevator to the neurology ward area on the 13th floor.

I found the ward number where Wen Xin was staying, pushed the door open, and discovered that there were familiar people inside.

Wen Huiyi, Zhou Xiumei, Master Lin, and Ma Donghyuk who just called to inform me.

They all had sad faces and kept silent. When they saw Fang Cheng come in, they all looked up at him.

"what happened?"

Fang Cheng's eyes fell on Wen Xin lying on the bed, and he asked, "Why did she fall into a coma when she was fine?"

Wen Huiyi squatted in front of the bed, holding her daughter's hand tightly, and murmured:

"I don't know. She was fine in the morning, but became like this in the afternoon... I was so stupid. I knew my daughter was weak, but I still let her work with me..."

At this moment, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and she was still silently wiping away the tears that kept falling, and her speech seemed incoherent.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei quickly took over the conversation and explained the situation to Fang Cheng clearly: "The day before yesterday afternoon, Sister Wen Xin was helping with work in the store. Suddenly, she fainted on the ground without any signs. No matter how we called her, she would not wake up. Sister Wen and Master Lin sent her to the hospital for treatment. When I found out, I rushed over to help."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly when he heard this.

The day before yesterday was the 24th, which was the day I came back. No wonder they were not at home at night.

However, Wen Xin was so young, and she suddenly fell ill and fainted. Could it be that...

A bad thought suddenly popped into my mind.

Zhou Xiumei then explained with a hint of distress:

"The doctor has arranged several full-body examinations, all of which showed no problems. A brain MRI was done this morning, and no problems were found for the time being. However, Sister Wen Xin just can't wake up. Now we can only do some conservative rehabilitation treatment."

Master Lin also frowned and took over the conversation:

"When Wen Xin fainted, I checked her pulse. Her breathing and heartbeat were both within normal range. Logically, there shouldn't be any major problems with her body."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

At this time, Ma Dong Hyuk shouted loudly:
"I think the doctors here are not good enough!"

As he spoke, he comforted Wen Huiyi:
"Don't worry, sister. I'll ask my old man to find a way to transfer Wen Xin to the best hospital in Dongdu through his connections. Even if there is any difficult or terminal disease, I guarantee that it can be diagnosed."

After he comforted her like this, Wen Huiyi trembled all over and sobbed even more.

Fang Cheng glared at Ma Dong Hyuk, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.

Then he walked to the bedside and carefully observed Wen Xin's current condition.

Because she hadn't woken up for more than two days, her face was pale and bloodless.

I am now on a glucose drip to replenish my body fluids and energy.

He curled up into a ball, his eyes were tightly closed, but his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

There were beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead, as if his body was very hot and as if he was having a nightmare.

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat off her face and reached out to hold her little hand, but it felt a little cold.

“These are night sweats.”

Master Lin explained to his future apprentice: "It is probably caused by the imbalance of yin and yang, which leads to physical weakness."

Fang Cheng nodded.

Suddenly, I thought of the scenes in martial arts movies where Qi is used to pass on skills and heal injuries and diseases, and my eyes lit up.

He then silently circulated his internal energy, trying to guide a very fine strand of azure energy from his Dantian, along his arm, and into his palm.

Then, through the area where his five fingers were pressed tightly against Wen Xin's, he carefully injected life energy into her body.

But at the moment when the true energy was input.

Wen Xin's body began to tremble slightly, and she seemed to be in pain.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng immediately stopped his actions and restrained his breath.

No.

The prerequisite for the circulation of true Qi is to first open up the Qi and blood vessels inside the human body.

If it is forcibly injected into the opponent's body, it is very likely to cause immeasurable damage.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng shook his head secretly.

I had previously planned to use true Qi to help my grandfather recuperate after he was discharged from the hospital, but now it seems that this is not feasible for the time being.

On the hospital bed, Wen Xin lay motionless except for the slight trembling of her eyelashes.

Like a lifeless piece of wood, it seems that there is no soul in the body at all, only instinctive consciousness remains.

This feeling of being neither alive nor dead is very strange.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but think of certain things.

When I looked up, I saw that everyone's eyes were on me, as if they were the backbone.

Although he did not find the answer, Fang Cheng remained calm and said:

"I think since the doctor couldn't find any problems, it's probably not related to the body, it's probably a mental illness."

"It just so happens that I have a friend who knows a little bit about the treatment of mental health problems. Maybe I can ask her to come over and help."

(End of this chapter)