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Zhang Feng's first action upon returning was to look at 'Level 2'.

It was also the appearance of the '2' that made Zhang Feng stubbornly resist sleep.

'The next world is Level 2, the difficulty should increase somewhat.'

At the same time.

Zhang Feng began to think while munching on double-sized happy bok choy.

'But I don't know if there will be growth-type worlds.

After all, it belongs to a "new beginning".'

Having spent a long time in adventure worlds, Zhang Feng gradually discovered a pattern: that is, during 'all beginnings', there is a 'buffer period'.

For example, during the initial strengthening selection, there is time to choose.

And the first strengthening also goes very well.

After that, during the world's beginning, as long as you overcome some small difficulties, there is also a lot of room for development.

Especially the first trial world, which is like learning through growth, letting you know how to choose strengthening.

The second Level 1 world is even more of a proper growth experience.

Including the subsequent undercover worlds, and so on, it's the same.

So Zhang Feng guessed that the beginning of 2 is very likely related to development, to let himself first become familiar with the Level 2 world.

'If the next world is about growth, I will eat well for the rest of my life and see what level my weight will reach without being particularly fat.'

Zhang Feng lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling,

'If it's not about growth, but as long as there is a cultivation culture, then it is also an ocean of knowledge.

Even if there is nothing at all.

I can also rely on adding points to practice and deduce.

I myself have knowledge reserves, I have enough foundation to try to study.'

Thinking and thinking, Zhang Feng fell asleep.

In his dream, Zhang Feng dreamed of his childhood in the infant world, going to the arcade with his older brothers, and winning every game with one life, attracting the attention of everyone in the arcade.

He played for several days in a row.

Zhang Feng suddenly looked up and found that his older brothers had grown up.

The white-haired master was also watching him play.

Then, Zhang Feng, still a child, stopped playing and followed his master and older brothers back to the martial arts hall for dinner… …

… …

Early the next morning.

Zhang Feng got up and started exercising, opening his meridians.

But it was precisely the opening of the meridians, and the slightly unclear game dream from yesterday.

Zhang Feng suddenly also wanted to learn more medical knowledge.

Such as surgery, and more herbal identification, etc.

In case he gets injured in the future, and there are no family or friends around, and no doctors.

Then, quick first aid surgeries would need to be learned appropriately.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng quickly turned on his computer and started searching online.

With Zhang Feng's experience in learning meridians and his understanding of the human body, he could quickly find some real things.

Then, as Zhang Feng opened the medical school textbooks.

Zhang Feng seemed to have discovered a new world, a new ocean of knowledge.

It's just that this ocean is a bit difficult to swim in.

However, with Zhang Feng's ability to draw inferences, he was able to swim quite well for a while.

Unknowingly, it was evening.

When Zhang Feng started his night run, he put on his headphones.

Inside, it was playing the written textbook from medical school.

No need for illustrations.

Zhang Feng could figure out the corresponding body position just by listening to the textual descriptions.

Half past eight.

When running buddy Xiao Li saw Zhang Feng arrive, he looked at Zhang Feng strangely, "Brother Zhang, I remember you never listen to music when you run."

"Yeah."

Zhang Feng replied while relaxing his leg muscles in place, "Anyway, running is relaxing, so I can use this time to learn more things."

"Are you planning to become a singer?"

Xiao Li said amusedly, "What kind of song are you listening to, is it energetic? I like listening to DJ the most."

"It's considered energetic."

Zhang Feng paused, "But you won't like it."

"I like all energetic songs!"

Curious about Coach Zhang's musical taste, Xiao Li took out his phone and said, "Come on, send it to me! Let me appreciate it!"

"Okay."

Zhang Feng fiddled with his phone, "Uploaded to you on WeChat."

"Let me see."

Xiao Li opened his friend's chat, and when he saw that the name of the transferred file was "Open Chest Surgery", he was stunned.

Then, as the file was opened, and explanations about open chest surgery really came out.

Xiao Li was immediately speechless, "You call this energetic music?"

Zhang Feng nodded, "Doesn't it feel energetic to open the sternum and tear open the muscles in the waist at every turn?

How much more energetic do you want?

"Okay… …"

Xiao Li shook his head, started running, and asked, "Brother Zhang, when did you start studying medicine?"

"A long time ago?"

Zhang Feng didn't know how to answer, he could only say it was a long time ago, it seemed like in the infant world decades ago, he started to come into contact with some knowledge of medicinal herbs.

He was only seven years old at that time, everyone was very young.

… …

Three days later.

The martial arts hall called for a dinner party and officially opened.

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Only then did Zhang Feng know that the martial arts hall had been in a 'trial operation' before.

No wonder there weren't many people, it turned out to be an internal test.

It's just that with the official opening, Zhang Feng found that there were still not many people.

But at the lunch gathering, listening to the owner of the hall, many people had already signed up, and things would get better in the next few days.

Then, the owner of the hall still invited Zhang Feng to be a coach.

Zhang Feng still refused.

… …

"Master Zhang, please consider it."

After the dinner.

The owner of the hall stood outside the restaurant with some drunkenness and invited again.

"Maybe after a while."

Zhang Feng refused again, "I'm learning some medical books recently, when the affairs here are finished, I'll sit in the hall and teach."

Although teaching can allow him to see different body structures and deepen his understanding of the human body.

But Zhang Feng also had to open the meridians of his real body, and learn new knowledge to prepare for the different dangers of the adventure world.

Zhang Feng could still distinguish which was more important.

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng bid farewell to the persistent owner of the hall, "If someone is looking for trouble, just call me.

If no one is looking for trouble, then I'll take my leave first."

After speaking, Zhang Feng put on his headphones.

'Examine the wound, if the wound is relatively shallow, it generally will not affect the deep tissues, if the wound is deeper, it needs… …'

Zhang Feng listened to the wound treatment explanation while jogging away.

… …

In the next few days.

Nothing happened.

Zhang Feng also began to adjust his mentality, preparing to face the next world.

However, during this period.

Zhang Feng also tried treading water in the medicated bath tub.

Finally, Zhang Feng came to the conclusion that as long as he opened all the leg meridians of the Eight-Step Catching Cicadas like in the Chef World, then he could also achieve the skill of treading water in reality.

This feeling of bringing the adventure world into reality made Zhang Feng feel very wonderful.

And on the sixth day.

Zhang Feng also discovered something.

That is, after experiencing Chef Zhang's two-hundred-pound body, Zhang Feng found that his body was somewhat 'lighter'.

Specifically, it was that his control at the micro level seemed to have taken another step forward.

Of course, if he changed back to Chef Zhang, then this 'micro level' would have to be returned.

After discovering this, Zhang Feng began to think, and quickly came to a conclusion.

'The micro level should also be a stable skill, and it's the kind that doesn't need to be deliberately comprehended.

As long as I experience a few more 'strong bodies', this micro level skill can be achieved naturally, without having to concentrate on practicing.'

After Zhang Feng came to this conclusion, he felt that many skills seemed to be slowly experienced and slowly learned.

… …

Unknowingly, seven days passed.

Zhang Feng came back early from his night run again, lay on the bed, and looked at the countdown.