There's something wrong with me

1 PM.

Zhang Feng traveled light this time, only having a car driven by an armored vehicle driver with ten years of experience take him to the entrance of the Third Hospital.

Before even getting out of the car, Zhang Feng saw the constant stream of people inside the hospital.

Electric cars were parked everywhere at the entrance.

"You can go back first."

Zhang Feng glanced around, gave the instruction, and let him leave first.

Getting out of the car.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw that many people were carrying bags of human testing materials and discussing the tests.

"It's my turn today..."

"The queue in the morning was so long..."

"Do you know? My company boss said in the group chat that whoever gets a number will take a compensatory day off on that day..."

"Ah? You guys get days off like that? We don't, our company arranges for everyone to be tested on the same day."

"Then our group is even better, we've already ordered the equipment to install in the company. But now orders from many factories are full, so we don't know when we'll be able to enjoy the convenience."

"At least you have something to look forward to, but we still have to keep drawing lots..."

Many people were discussing the testing.

Listening to them, it seemed that the current method was drawing lots for testing.

Although Zhang Feng was the overall head of these matters, he was not really very clear about them.

'Drawing lots, it's really fashionable, but seeing so many people, it's indeed difficult to handle.'

Zhang Feng thought for a few moments, feeling that it was still necessary to urge some official factories to speed up the production of testing equipment.

Otherwise, everyone going by drawing lots like this would indeed waste a lot of time.

But for the specific situation, he still needed to inquire.

Thinking to himself.

Zhang Feng took out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and then walked towards a few young people who were chatting idly,

"Brothers, let me ask you something."

Zhang Feng asked, but the few people didn't respond.

Because Zhang Feng's masked appearance, although not conspicuous in the hospital, the combination of a hat and sunglasses made these young people pause for a moment.

As for the training clothes Zhang Feng was currently wearing, they weren't particularly special, as some people coming and going were also wearing them.

'Why is he dressed so tightly? Is he a celebrity?'

The few people speculated, and after two or three seconds, a young man in white clothes finally asked curiously, "What is it?"

"Is drawing lots inconvenient?" Zhang Feng asked with a smile, "I just heard you talking about your company arranging something, does it affect your work a lot?

Or rather, does your company not have a more proper plan, or is it difficult to arrange?"

Zhang Feng wanted to know the specifics, to see if this method of drawing lots was causing many companies to resist.

After all, people still had to live, and they couldn't just disrupt everyone's daily rhythm for a test.

Although Zhang Feng also knew that many people wanted to train, it should be possible to find a balance.

Aren't things always discussed?

Zhang Feng had been an office worker in these few worlds, very down-to-earth, so he wanted to learn about the real living conditions of big data martial arts from ordinary people like himself.

Instead of just saying something from inside the base and then having it done.

"Are you a reporter?" Another person suddenly asked, and then pulled the young man in white clothes next to him, telling him not to answer.

Lest Zhang Feng publish a news report saying their company opposed the policy, which would directly lead to a major incident.

"It's nothing much, right?" The young man in white clothes, however, liked to talk, and said truthfully, "The company also arranged it, it's a compensatory day off.

For example, I originally had Sunday off, but my lottery time is Tuesday.

The company adjusted it and gave me Tuesday off."

The man in white clothes said, then scratched his head and said, "Even if they don't give me a day off, as long as they give me time to test and go back after the test, I'm willing.

Because our company has a 500 yuan fitness subsidy every month to encourage us to exercise."

'There's also a bonus?' Zhang Feng heard this and thought it was good, it seemed that many companies were still supportive.

"Right, right!" The other two young men also replied:

"We also have subsidies."

"My subsidy is eight hundred."

They answered one after another.

The young man who had pulled the other one, seeing that they had all spoken, also remained silent.

At the same time, the talkative man in white clothes also asked Zhang Feng again, "Do you know the inter-class exercises from school?"

"I definitely know that." Zhang Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket, originally intending to offer a few to these guys.

But when he took out the cigarette, it had a large red package, and there was only one character '夏' (Xià) written on it in a flowing script.

Zhang Feng saw that this was too conspicuous and put it back.

'What? Special supply?' The young man who had pulled the other one saw it, he had seen it in a group chat.

That was a young master showing off, taking out his grandfather's cigarettes.

According to him, his grandfather was the number one person in the province.

The man in white clothes didn't pay attention to the cigarette and continued to talk, "Our company now holds meetings where they only talk about the key points, and the remaining time is for a 'lecturer' to lead us in exercises.

This lecturer is a part-time student from a martial arts school in the city.

A small number of companies have started doing this, and I was wondering if the company wanted to train us to be image spokespeople?

Especially in official work units, the lecturers they invite are even from official martial arts schools!

Then I thought, the scope of image spokespeople might be too small!

Isn't this... a nationwide large-scale military preparation?"

The man in white clothes just liked to talk, and after two or three sentences, he liked to talk about 'serious matters'.

"Stop talking, stop talking!" The young man who had pulled the other one heard his friend talking about national affairs, and this time he directly interrupted and pulled him aside, telling him in a low voice:

"It's fine for us to criticize things as usual, but this person now, he might be a big figure in the official sector! Be careful of trouble coming from your mouth!"

"Huh?" The man in white clothes was confused.

And Zhang Feng saw that these few people clearly didn't want to talk anymore, so he thanked them and continued walking towards the hospital.

However, it was precisely Zhang Feng's back, as well as Zhang Feng's young voice, and that pack of cigarettes.

The young man who had pulled the other one always felt that Zhang Feng looked a little familiar.

Then, as he suspiciously took out his phone and searched for keywords like 'Transcendent Grandmaster walking on water', he saw that the back of the Transcendent Grandmaster in the video was exactly similar to the person just now!

At this moment, Zhang Feng was wearing training clothes, as well as thousand-layer cloth shoes, the same as in the video!

"Brothers... we seem to have seen the pioneer..." He was a little excited and looked at his friends next to him.

He also deeply regretted why he didn't say a few words just now?

If the other party was really Transcendent Grandmaster Zhang, then this might be the only chance in his life to communicate with Grandmaster Zhang!

Saying that, he also pulled the confused few people, wanting to chase after Zhang Feng.

But before he could walk a few steps, six strong men suddenly walked quickly from a distance.

A middle-aged man leading them said very politely to them, "Comrades, I saw that you recognized General Zhang, but please keep it confidential, thank you."

Although Zhang Feng didn't have anyone follow him, the necessary confidentiality still had to be maintained.

"I said he was the pioneer!"

"It really is..."

"He is Grandmaster Zhang?"

"Then... I just spoke with Grandmaster Zhang?"

When the few young people heard that they had just communicated with Grandmaster Zhang, they were immediately excited, and one person was intensely regretful.

...

Coming to the hospital lobby.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw even more people here.

And at the testing room, a long line had formed.

Equipment indeed needed to be sped up, otherwise, if everyone was to practice martial arts, it would be impossible to test.

'Big data martial arts, it sounds simple, but when it comes to operation, it's indeed cumbersome.'

Zhang Feng looked around for a while and also knew why Dr. Wu was so busy.

With this amount of testing, people packed together, the machines really wouldn't break or stop, but it would be difficult for people to rest.

Walking past here.

Zhang Feng didn't take the elevator, but ran up the stairs all the way to the top.

15th floor, Dean's office.

Dr. Wu had been promoted and was now the official Dean.

But his office was still his small office, and it was clear he rarely came here.

Otherwise, if other personnel came to report a situation, it would probably be difficult for a few people to stand there.

Taking out his phone.

Zhang Feng ignored the few medical staff around him who were looking at him and directly called Dr. Wu.

However, Dr. Wu hadn't connected yet.

A doctor next to him walked over excitedly and then tentatively asked, "Teacher Zhang? Is that you?"

"Mm." Zhang Feng saw that he had been recognized and nodded to him, then looked at the few excited medical staff next to him,

"You are all half my students, I have taught you several times and given you several medical lessons.

If you are truly grateful, don't spread it around, and don't say I'm here, I want some peace and quiet."

"Okay, Teacher!" They nodded excitedly, then looked at Zhang Feng with adoration and anticipation.

"Disperse, disperse." Zhang Feng smiled and shook his head, "It's working hours, go do your jobs properly, don't gather. Wait until the evening, if you're free in the evening, let's have dinner together."

"Okay!" Hearing that Teacher Zhang would see them in the evening, they reluctantly left.

About half a minute later.

Dr. Wu also answered the phone.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang." Dr. Wu's voice was noticeably hoarse, "What is it?"

"Are you at the equipment?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Yes!" Dr. Wu replied, "I've been here recently, learning the testing procedures.

Because the hospital is going to get more machines soon, if there aren't enough people, I thought I'd do it myself."

"That's good." Zhang Feng saw that he was busy and didn't bother him, as he was just wandering around anyway, "Then you go ahead and be busy, we'll talk later."

Hanging up the phone.

Seeing that everyone had something to do.

Zhang Feng felt like a '闲人' (idle person) for the first time.

This feeling was quite unique.

Since he was idle, he would continue to wander around.

Passing by the patient rooms.

Zhang Feng glanced inside.

When he saw many doctors who had learned a little of his skills, working hard to treat patients using similar simplified resonance techniques.

Zhang Feng felt quite happy.

Thinking back carefully, it had been more than half a year since he first came to this hospital and taught the meridian massage therapy.

The fact that they could learn some techniques so quickly and apply them clinically showed that they were really trying hard to learn.

After they digest it, he will teach them some new skills.

It was the same in other hospitals, Zhang Feng had taught them the meridian therapy that they could master as quickly as possible.

Walking and wandering like this.

Zhang Feng was in a good mood.

When he came to the sixth floor.

Oncology Department, Zhang Feng continued to walk forward and arrived at the entrance of the intensive care unit.

From the doorway, you couldn't see inside, only the sterilization room through the window.

But Zhang Feng knew that most of the people inside were in the late stages of cancer that had already spread, and complications had led to multi-organ failure, with their vital signs only maintained by equipment and medication.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng's hearing was extraordinary; he could hear laughter coming from the intensive care unit through the sterilization room. It was the hospital's caregivers, who were trying their best to make the patients happy, because the patients' time had entered a countdown.

If they could laugh a little more, then they should laugh a little more.

Perhaps laughing for a moment could make them temporarily forget death, and that moment would surely be as happy as a normal person's.

It was just that some people were in too much pain to laugh. The caregivers could only offer comfort and final care.

And a final meeting with family.

"You..."

At the same time, the door to the intensive care unit opened, and a female nurse in her forties walked into the sterilization room in the middle, looking at Zhang Feng through the window.

She had originally intended to use the small speaker to ask Zhang Feng to leave.

But Zhang Feng removed his mask and other disguises.

"Head Nurse Zhou, I want to see the patient."

"Zhang... Teacher Zhang...?" The nurse's voice couldn't help but rise slightly, attracting the attention of some people.

...

Afterwards, the large door opened, and disinfection and dressing took place in the sterilization room.

Several doctors from the oncology department also rushed over.

"Teacher Zhang!" They stood at the door, not overstepping into the sterilization room.

"Most of them have entered the countdown of their lives," Zhang Feng put on disposable gloves. "A few days ago, I had no way, but now, I want to try to solve all the problems related to cancer."

His understanding of internal organs, the resonance of internal force, and the appearance of the enhanced prescription, that method of strengthening and metabolizing the body's overall cells.

Made Zhang Feng feel that he could try, perhaps he could pull people back from the hands of the King of Hell.

Because even without these, there were examples of some late-stage cancer patients surviving for several or even more than ten years after treatment.

And what Zhang Feng was going to do now was to turn individual cases into the norm.

And allow all doctors to use his method to treat.

"Perfectly treat cancer?" The doctors outside the sterilization room, upon hearing Zhang Feng's words, showed a look of both anticipation and a little doubt...

...

The news that Zhang Feng was going to be the chief surgeon leaked out from somewhere.

Just one day.

While Zhang Feng was learning about cancer cells and preparing to start the first surgery.

Top medical scholars from all over the country took the earliest flights from various places to the city where Zhang Feng was located.

Because the patient for this surgery had late-stage esophageal cancer with multi-organ failure, and was expected to live for only three or four more days.

He was sixty-five years old and had become skin and bones.

Or rather, as soon as he was off the equipment, he would be gone.

...

The next afternoon.

Outside a regular operating room at the Third Hospital.

Unlike usual, dozens of medical experts, as well as disguised special personnel, were gathered here.

And there was also a middle-aged reporter from a state-run newspaper in Xia City.

His expression was serious, and he didn't interview any of the medical experts, but like shooting a documentary, he silently recorded everything.

At the same time, a sound came from the corridor behind.

"Mr. Zhang is here..."

"Quick, make way!"

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

Various greetings, and conscious yielding of the way, clearing an unobstructed path to the operating room.

Zhang Feng, wearing a white coat, saw faces that were either familiar or unfamiliar around him, and only nodded slightly.

Behind Zhang Feng, assisting him, in addition to Dr. Wu and the surgical staff, were several top medical scientists.

Besides assisting this time, they were also learning.

"Teacher..." The people around them also nodded and greeted them when they saw them.

Entering the operating room.

Pre-operative anesthesia, instrument measurements of blood pressure, heart rate, etc.

After closing his eyes and recalling the patient's information again, Zhang Feng picked up the scalpel and, using the standard operating method of a doctor, precisely cut open the patient's neck area, and as the blade turned, a disgusting piece of flesh fell into the tray held by the doctor next to him.

'Mr. Zhang's skill...' Although it was not good to show astonishment during the patient's crisis.

But facing Zhang Feng's exquisite control over the scalpel and the human body, they couldn't help but feel shocked and amazed in their hearts.

Zhang Feng, however, had no time to pay attention to them, and he didn't even need their assistance. Instead, through his understanding of human body functions, he used a bone saw to saw open the patient's chest cavity.

With precise control, he didn't pry open most of the ribs. Zhang Feng reached in with his hand and used the scalpel to remove the chest tumors and the cancerous lesions of the organs one by one, leaving only the cancer that was integrated with the normal organs.

Some of these cancers were still inside the organs; he had one in his stomach.

At this time, Zhang Feng did not cut open his organs or disturb his vitality. Instead, he took a small bottle of medicine from someone's hand and dripped it into his diseased organs.

Smaller cancers, and cancers integrated with organs, were treated with medicine.

This was also Zhang Feng's initial idea, because these medicines could be widely distributed.

And the main ingredient of this medicine was a small variant of the enhanced prescription, as well as some herbs that Zhang Feng had combined based on his understanding of cancer, neutralizing the heavy elements within it.

Now, the color of this medicine was not transparent, but a light red.

However, when the medicine was applied directly to the organs, the patient clearly showed strange tremors.

Drip drip...

The instrument was also alarming, the patient's heart rate was gradually increasing, and there was a small amount of oozing blood at the surgical site.

The patient was already skin and bones, and there wasn't much blood left.

Without Zhang Feng saying anything, Dr. Wu and the others connected the blood bag and, with Zhang Feng's nod of permission, used gauze to press the wound.

"Don't touch his left rib," Zhang Feng said his first words in the operating room when he saw a doctor about to press from the side. "If his left rib moves up about one centimeter, it will cause a surge in blood."

"Okay..." The doctor's hand stopped steadily, and he bent his body awkwardly to press the wound.

This was also because the opening Zhang Feng made in the chest was too small. A normal open-chest surgery uses a spreader to pry open the sides.

That scene, to put it unpleasantly, was like a slaughterhouse, which is why family members are not allowed to watch the surgical process, because a living person, a loved one, being treated like that is simply unbearable.

...

Time was passing.

'Will it work or not...' Everyone in the operating room was very nervous, but they still maintained the pressing action.

'The heart rate is still very high...' Dr. Wu was pressing the patient's neck wound, his hand was steady, but he didn't dare to ask the silent Zhang Feng about the heart rate problem.

He was afraid that a problem he could detect himself, if suddenly spoken out, might disrupt his teacher's thoughts.

"How is it?" The people outside the operating room were also pacing back and forth, and occasionally looking towards the operating room.

They all wanted to witness the appearance of a medical miracle with their own eyes, but they were also afraid of disappointment.

'Please, deities...' The patient's family was also in the crowd. They didn't hope for much, and they knew that the old man didn't have much time left.

Now, they only hoped that after this surgery, the old man could live a little longer.

They still had a lot to say to the old man, and they didn't even know why they had so much to say, when they never did before.

And in the operating room.

Zhang Feng was calmly observing the patient's vital signs, and he didn't use hyperfrequency to treat the cancer, because cancer cells are a type of mutated cell that proliferates indefinitely.

Hyperfrequency is for rapid cell metabolism, growth, strengthening, and repair.

Facing this thing, it would only make it grow faster, and even cause the lesion to spread significantly under visible circumstances.

Finally, the person would turn into cancer, with no digestive system, no respiratory system, and no thoughts, only relying on drug injections to achieve a dedifferentiated state of unlimited proliferation, which is a pile of 'meat'.

Tap—

While waiting, Zhang Feng also picked up the cancerous piece of flesh from the tray.

If cancer could be controlled to form the cell functions it should have, such as turning it into lung cells, or heart cells, then if a person had cancer, they could regenerate indefinitely.

But if one could truly control one's own differentiation, then one could also regenerate indefinitely, and there would be no need for this cancer.

And in everyone's anxious waiting.

Two hours passed, and the patient's body functions gradually returned to normal.

Zhang Feng looked at him a few times and saw that his diseased areas were black, like burnt flesh.

His palm gently swept over.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone in the operating room, a thin layer of charred black dispersed, revealing reddish organ tissue, on which the traces of cancer had completely disappeared.

The organs were recovering normally.

"It's feasible, let's stitch him up."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng also smiled.

"But the post-operative recovery, that depends on the patient himself, and his family. Look, how thin this old man is, is that fat that can be regained in one day?"

"Hahaha..." After two hours of tense atmosphere, the example of perfect recovery from late-stage cancer allowed them to finally let out the relaxed laughter they should have.

Outside the operating room.

"Is it successful?"

"My... boohoo... my grandpa is okay..."

"It's successful! I heard the teacher's laughter!"

"Mr. Zhang... Is this... bringing people back to life?"

The patient's family members in the corridor, the medical representatives from various provinces, and the official reporter from Xia City.

When they heard the sounds from the operating room, they knew that after the Hua Jin prescription, the medical field had once again witnessed a new miracle!

This miracle, again, came from the hands of Mr. Zhang.

Bringing a person whose life was about to end back to life.