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Chapter 190 A Special Battle
The winter morning mist has not yet dissipated, but the smell of disinfectant has already filled the streets.

At around eight o'clock, three epidemic prevention vehicles with the Red Cross printed on them were parked in front of the tube building.

Disinfection workers in white protective suits are debugging pulse smoke machines, and the metal nozzles are faintly glowing with a cold luster in the morning light.

A temporary testing point was set up in the open space in front of the corridor.

At this moment, a long and slightly chaotic queue has formed.

Several police officers walked back and forth holding loudspeakers, shouting loudly and helping to maintain order.

The residents of the tube-shaped buildings came out of their houses with a little nervousness and joined the team for free physical examinations.

During this period approaching the Chinese New Year, there are probably less than a hundred migrant workers still staying here.

It usually seems rather deserted, but all of a sudden everyone is crowded together and it suddenly seems like a bustling market.

"Alas, it's almost New Year's Day, and something like this happened!"

"Do you know that the murder case that happened in He Yao's house the night before yesterday was committed by a monster?"

"Hasn't the police already dispelled the rumor? They said that a gorilla from the laboratory broke in and was carrying a mutated virus that could be transmitted to humans, so the lockdown and disinfection were necessary."

"This is too outrageous. There have been all kinds of weird news in Dongdu recently. I think after the New Year, I should go back to my hometown and find a stable job..."

Ever since the news of the murder broke and the police sealed off the building, everyone has been on tenterhooks and has been hiding in their houses, not daring to go out for fear of getting into trouble.

Now that they were gathered together, they couldn't help but talk about what had happened in the past two days and exchanged the news they had heard with each other.

There were also young mothers in the team holding children several years old, who burst into tears.

The atmosphere suddenly became more noisy.

"Brother, Sister Zhou..."

Wen Xin, who was standing in the queue, had a timid look on her face. She turned back to glance at Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei who were standing behind her.

Listening to the alarmist words of her neighbors, she seemed very worried that she and others would be infected with this horrible virus.

Fang Cheng reached out and touched her head to comfort her.

Zhou Xiumei also said a few words of comfort.

At this moment, a clear female voice sounded beside him.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. This virus is not highly contagious. We will just take your temperature and draw blood. It won't hurt."

The speaker was one of the female commissioners sent by the special search team to assist the police in solving the case.

She had a smile on her face and seemed to particularly like children, and she was quite kind and loving.

As he said this, he went to comfort the crying baby next to him.

Fang Cheng just glanced at her indifferently, and there was no unusual change on his facial expression except for a little curiosity.

Wen Huiyi seemed a little too nervous and kept thanking him.

Based on the conversation between this woman and her companions that he overheard, Fang Cheng knew her real name.

It seems...his name is Cheng Leyi.

The other special search team member was a man with a full face of stubble.

At this moment, he was standing not far away, his eyes constantly scanning the long queue of people.

It seems to be searching for unknown monsters that may be hiding among the residents.

Fang Cheng felt that the woman's gaze would occasionally drift towards him, but he pretended not to know.

He just raised his eyes and looked at the medical staff at the checkpoint ahead.

Two doctors sat behind the collection table, methodically conducting detailed health checks on every resident.

While Fang Cheng was thinking in his mind, he occasionally spoke a few words to Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin.

Amidst whispers, the team moved forward slowly.

Perhaps, because the waiting time is too long.

The two special search team specialists showed some impatience and sat back in a car on the street, watching the long queue of people waiting for medical examinations from afar.

At nearly half past ten, it was finally Wen Huiyi and Wen Xin's turn.

Fang Cheng stood at the back and observed the doctor performing specific physical examinations.

The first step is to use blood pressure monitors, thermometers and other equipment to measure blood pressure, heart rate and body temperature.

Then the examinee was asked to open his mouth wide to check the condition of his oral cavity and teeth. The tongue and throat were wiped with a cotton swab and placed in a reagent bottle.

Finally, there is the blood test.

The doctor drew about two milliliters of blood and then carefully stored the blood sample in a refrigerator.

When seeing this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart began to beat faster.

Soon - it was his turn.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and adjusted his whole body condition instantly.

Afterwards, he sat down at the collection table with a calm expression.

As usual, the doctor first checked the blood pressure and heart rate.

Fang Cheng took the initiative to lift up his sleeves and stretched out his arms.

Generally speaking, athletes with better physical fitness have lower blood pressure and heart rate than ordinary people.

Because this involves the issue of maximum oxygen uptake during high-intensity exercise.

Maximum oxygen uptake is one of the important bases for selecting athletes and is also an important indicator reflecting the human body's aerobic exercise capacity.

Under the same conditions, the more oxygen the body can take in and use, the more power it can provide for movement.

There are many factors that affect maximum oxygen uptake, mainly including the heart's pumping function, genetic factors, age and gender, etc.

The most intuitive manifestation is in the resting heart rate.

Most people's resting heart rate is between 60-100 beats per minute.

Professional athletes usually beat between 40 and 60 times per minute, and top professional athletes can even reach below 40.

If Fang Cheng does not deliberately control his heart rate, the normal state is basically maintained at around 20.

At the same time, because the heart function is powerful and the myocardial contractility is enhanced, each heartbeat can pump more blood, so the blood pressure does not need to be too high to maintain the body's blood supply needs.

As early as when his spiritual attribute was only over 20 points, Fang Cheng began to try to sense and control the changes in his body functions.

Now the spiritual attribute is as high as 43 points, and he has mastered Qigong and meditation and has the ability of inner vision.

The subtle control over every muscle and every blood vessel in his body has reached a level unimaginable for ordinary people.

It can be said that as long as it is within the range that the body can bear, Fang Cheng can control the speed of his heart rate and the changes in body temperature at will.

At the lowest point, it enters a fetal breathing state, beating only once every few minutes, and the body temperature drops to around 10℃.

When a burst of power is needed, such as using the Kirin Arm, the heart will act like a motor, with the power turned on to the highest level, instantly pumping out enough blood to ensure adequate energy supply.

Now, Fang Cheng only needs to make slight adjustments to keep his blood pressure, heart rate and body temperature within the normal healthy range.

It's roughly equivalent to a professional athlete, slightly stronger than an ordinary person.

I passed the first three physical examination items smoothly and everything seemed normal.

Next is an oral and dental examination.

Fang Cheng understood the general purpose of this test and cooperated completely without any worries.

Because he is indeed not a man-eating monster.

The first few physical examination items were handled relatively easily.

The only thing that is a daunting challenge is the final blood test.

This is true for both the doctor and Fang Cheng himself.

The doctor who performed the physical examination for Fang Cheng's team was a relatively young lady.

She skillfully tied the tourniquet around the upper part of her forearm, then patted it gently, signaling him to relax.

Fang Cheng's face was calm, recalling the extremely relaxed state he had reached when practicing Tai Chi. His body muscles had already been completely relaxed.

Make your arm look softer to the touch, and at the same time avoid the embarrassing situation where the needle cannot penetrate.

Fortunately, it seems that in order to ensure that the sampling is more stable, the test results are more accurate.

The doctor chose to draw blood from a vein instead of testing it with his finger. You know, with Fang Cheng's current physique and the special effects of the Iron Fist, plus the effects of long-term training, even if the hardness of his fingers is not as good as real steel bars, it is not much different.

The superficial veins selected for venous blood drawing are located just below the skin and above the muscle tissue.

What needs to be pierced is only the outermost layer of skin tissue.

Although Fang Cheng's skin is also extremely resilient, you can still give it a try.

If it was a fingertip acupuncture, Fang Cheng asked himself that no matter how much he relaxed and cooperated, he probably wouldn't be able to get the sharp needle to penetrate even a little bit.

Even so, the first blood draw was not successful.

"Don't be nervous, try to relax."

The female doctor held the blood collection needle and tried to insert the needle into the vein on the inside of her forearm, but she felt like she was piercing thick cowhide.

She thought Fang Cheng was too tense, so she spoke up to remind him.

He tried it twice more but still failed. In the end, even the needle was bent.

The doctor even began to doubt her own skills, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Seeing those extremely strong arm muscles, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Fang Cheng smiled at her and said softly,
"Don't worry, I'm not in pain. You've been working for half a day. It's very tiring. Just relax and take a rest."

Hearing this, the female doctor looked up at the sunny and handsome man in front of her.

Her face flushed slightly, and she nodded quickly:

"Yes."

Then he shook his hands, took a few deep breaths, and changed to a new blood collection needle to try again.

Looking at the needle tip flashing with cold light, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he circulated his true energy silently.

Although his facial expression seemed calm, his body was turbulent and his blood was boiling.

Countless inhalations and exhalations of air surged like the ebb and flow of the tide, eventually condensing into a huge wave that rushed towards the right arm.

At the moment the needle dropped.

The pores on his right forearm suddenly relaxed and opened up.

As faint white sweat evaporated, the pores in a very small specific area expanded to the limit, allowing the slender needle tip to penetrate smoothly.

As they open and close, each pore looks like a black hole.

Then a suction force was generated, which actively pulled the needle in until it penetrated the deeper vein.

puff!

To outsiders, perhaps Fang Cheng's smile was too contagious, or perhaps the doctor was taking a short break to recover her full strength.

Finally, the needle was unobstructed and successfully inserted.

The thick dark red plasma passes through the transparent hose and is quickly sucked into the blood collection tube.

"call----"

The doctor let out a long breath and looked extremely relaxed in an instant.

Fang Cheng also felt relieved, as if he had just finished an extremely fierce battle.

Then he finished the exercise and smiled at the doctor.

To be honest, if it still doesn't work, he is ready to give himself acupuncture.

Fang Cheng never imagined that one day he would learn martial arts just to cooperate with others in harming his own body.

The extremely difficult challenge of "drawing blood" was finally accomplished.

But, it doesn’t end there…

As Fang Cheng slowly stood up, his eyes suddenly swept across the doctor's chest, and then glanced at the cardboard box containing medical equipment behind her.

The words "Ren'an Hospital" were printed on her name tag and the surface of the cardboard box.

Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, and he stood up as if nothing had happened, giving his seat to Zhou Xiumei who was standing behind him.

"elder brother!"

Wen Xin, who had completed the physical examination ahead of time, waved and called out.

Fang Cheng then walked over and stood beside her, waiting for Zhou Xiumei and her grandmother.

Inside the tube-shaped building, epidemic prevention personnel wearing white protective suits are carrying disinfection boxes and carrying out disinfection work door to door.

The pungent smell of disinfectant is so strong that it can be clearly smelled even outside.

Having not left the building for two days, many neighbors, like Fang Cheng, continued to stay outside and chat.

Although we still cannot cross the area surrounded by the cordon, at least we can get some fresh air.

Wen Xin begged her mother to go upstairs and play with Fang Cheng in the afternoon.

I've been locked up in the house for the past two days and it's really depressing.

Wen Huiyi couldn't resist her and nodded in agreement.

Fang Cheng was thinking about something, his eyes wandering among the crowd.

Then he swept the streets and houses around the tube building, and even the police, doctors and special search team specialists.

A vague plan gradually formed in my mind.

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The night was thick, covering the entire cold city.

The wind whistled outside the window, and hazy white frost formed on the glass.

The lights in the living room were warm yellow, and the TV screen flickered constantly.

Fang Cheng was lying on the sofa, his long legs crossed and resting comfortably on the coffee table.

There were also several opened but unfinished snack bags piled on top, including potato chips and biscuits.

On the screen, a group of martial arts masters were fighting with each other and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were heard.

It was exactly the kind of kung fu movie that Fang Cheng liked to watch.

By the way, this disc has been delayed for half a month since it was borrowed from the Wu Datong store.

I didn't think of watching it until tonight.

From time to time, the sound of keystrokes could be heard beside me, echoing the sounds of fists and kicks coming from the TV.

Wen Xin sat cross-legged on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the screen of the game console in her hand.

Completely immerse yourself in the adventure world created by the pixelated characters on the screen.

This handheld game console, which had just been launched on the market, was a New Year's gift from Fang Cheng to her.

This girl lacked toys since she was young, and once she got her hands on them, she couldn't stop.

Suddenly there was a cheer, it seemed that the first level was finally cleared.

"Stop playing for now and try my new skills."

Zhou Xiumei walked slowly from the kitchen to the living room, holding a steaming cup of homemade milk tea.

Smelling the rich aroma, Fang Cheng immediately stood up, took it, took a sip and praised it.

Life in isolation in a sealed building is not necessarily all depressing and anxious, at least there is free time for us to get together.

The three of them each held a cup of milk tea in their hands, drinking while chatting and laughing.

Time passed quickly and it was almost ten o'clock.

Wen Huiyi came upstairs and told Wen Xin to go back to sleep.

The little girl could only wave goodbye reluctantly.

Zhou Xiumei helped clean up the house and prepared to leave.

Fang Cheng suddenly called her and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed them to her.

"Brother Cheng, what is this?"

Zhou Xiumei couldn't help but look at the key in surprise.

(End of this chapter)