There's something wrong with me

Chapter 81 Reality Keeps Me Busy (5.6K)

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… …

Home.

Zhang Feng sat up in bed, looking at the gun and juice floating in front of him, as well as an apple.

The apple was from the last enhancement, X2, Constitution +1.5

'The apple and juice can be eaten and drunk, but this gun is not easy to deal with.

I might as well leave it at home for now.'

Creak—

Zhang Feng ate the apple while drinking the juice.

He first turned off the safety of the gun and placed it on the bedside table.

After that, Zhang Feng closed his eyes and thought for a while, feeling that after three years of cultivating his mind, there were now many 'cool' sensations in his mind.

This feeling was like a room that was originally messy, but after tidying it up, all the clutter was organized.

Now they were in order, instead of being thrown out.

Zhang Feng pondered, then looked at his finger with 72% heat.

'A few months ago, when it reached 70%, it was very difficult to increase the progress.

But after sorting out my thoughts five days ago, my attention is more focused, my thinking is sharper, and my distracting thoughts are less.

In just five days, it has increased by 2%.

And now the time to open the meridians is also faster.

In addition, the skill I realized can make me fit the possessed character faster.

The speed of cultivation will also be greatly improved, which will bring more cultivation knowledge in the future.

These three years of cultivating the mind have been a great harvest.'

Zhang Feng felt very comfortable and thought that in future adventure worlds, he could completely choose some good professional experiences as his own journey of cultivating the mind.

But there was no need to be deliberate, it was best to let it happen naturally.

Thinking about it.

Zhang Feng was now completely awake. After eating, he also found a place to hide the pistol.

After all the things were done.

Zhang Feng lay on the bed and meditated for a while. In fact, he was still a little sleepy.

It was just that his mind had suddenly improved, and when this excitement came up, he ignored the feeling of the body.

… …

The next three days.

Zhang Feng did not choose to go to the martial arts gym, but thought about the 'big data martial arts training', so he stayed at home to sort out some plans on data.

With the current mental state.

Zhang Feng's thinking was very clear, and he quickly classified the human body functions and organized them into a large table.

Inside were all the data he wanted.

Roughly including heart rate, strength, blood pressure, muscle content, etc.

And it would be better to test several groups separately under different heart rates and moods.

Because the power exerted by a person when calm is completely different from when they are angry or panicked.

Unless they are like him, who can perfectly mobilize their power.

'First give the table to the master. When all the machines are installed one day, let him follow this.'

Whirr —

When the handwritten table was sorted out.

Zhang Feng saw that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, so he took the table and went out.

… …

Four thirty.

Martial arts gym.

Rumble… Click, click, click…

As soon as Zhang Feng entered the door, he saw the room full of equipment being moved, as well as the noise of various screws being tightened.

“Slow down, slow down…” The master was personally directing. Although he didn’t understand the operation of these equipments, nor did he understand the principles inside, it was always right to ask people to handle them gently.

'Each piece is hundreds of thousands… millions…'

The master was heartbroken, especially when he saw the installation personnel tightening the screws, he was even more afraid that someone would accidentally drill the machine with an electric drill.

Although the manufacturer may compensate, the back-and-forth handling would be troublesome.

When Zhang Feng walked in, he saw that the master's mind was only on the machine, so he smiled and walked towards him, "Master, I'm sorry for the trouble."

“Huh?” When the master heard someone calling him, he immediately turned his eyes away and looked in the direction of the sound.

When he saw that it was Zhang Feng who had come.

The master's frown immediately turned into joy, and he greeted him with a smile: "Master Zhang, why are you here?

A few days ago, you called and said that you were busy recently. I haven't dared to call and disturb you these days.”

The master said with a smile, as if joking, but discerning people could hear that there was actually something in his words.

“Speak frankly.” Zhang Feng saw that the master was still playing the mall game with him, so he smiled and patted the table on his chest, "We haven’t known each other for just a day or two.

And you came to my house for dinner a few days ago and helped me with what I wanted to do.

So, don’t be so polite. We are friends, so just say what’s on your mind.”

“Okay!” When the master heard Zhang Shenyi’s sentence of friend, he was extremely moved, so he said frankly:

“It’s just that my nephew had food poisoning yesterday. Although he has been sent to the hospital and is much better now, I was thinking… does Master Zhang have a better treatment method?”

“Your nephew?” Zhang Feng frowned and looked at him, “A real nephew, or a friend’s child or something?”

“Real nephew!” The master replied: “My real brother’s family.”

“Then you are really capable.” Zhang Feng forcibly pulled him out, “Why the hell are you covering up your own child’s affairs?”

“I thought you were busy and didn’t want to disturb you.” The master was also very embarrassed and said weakly: “Besides, the boss invested tens of millions to invite Master Zhang over. Even if it’s treatment, it’s only for them personally. Their family members are another matter.

And then I… this is not my own business, it’s a child of my family…”

“Of course I, Zhang Feng, will treat outsiders differently.

But for friends, it’s just a small matter for me to go out. Why are you distinguishing so clearly?”

Zhang Feng walked out of the martial arts gym and looked at the moved master.

“Now, stop talking nonsense, which hospital?”

… …

Third Hospital.

Inside a decent double room.

“Thank you, Dr. Zhang! Thank you, Dr. Zhang!”

The master’s elder brother tightly grasped Zhang Feng’s hand.

Because just now, Zhang Feng used resonance and a few medicinal herbs to clear 70 to 80 percent of the toxins in his child’s body.

“Ugh…” His ten-year-old child was now vomiting up and down in the toilet, and he no longer looked sickly on the hospital bed just now.

Of course, it may also be that he is already well, but doesn't want to go to school, so he pretends to be sick.

But no matter why, Zhang Feng made this kid get out of bed full of energy.

“I told you not to eat indiscriminately.” The master was following the method taught by Zhang Feng, patting his nephew on the back.

“Thank you, uncle… thank you, Uncle Zhang…” The little nephew was really uncomfortable, not pretending. He felt much better after vomiting for a while.

Even his complexion turned rosy.

“Drink another dose of medicine later and vomit again.” Zhang Feng looked at the toilet a few times, then handed a small list to the master’s elder brother, “Follow the recipe above and let the child eat for two days, and the toxins in the body will be almost gone.

Like this vomiting, the heart energy that is vomited out can also be slowly nourished, or simply put, the nausea and burning sensation in the throat caused by stomach acid during this vomiting will soon disappear.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” The master’s elder brother took the small list and thanked him with his hands folded.

“Dr. Zhang? Are you free now?”

At the same time, an old doctor was standing at the door, tentatively inviting Zhang Feng.

Behind him were a few young doctors.

Zhang Feng happened to run into them during their rounds when he was treating the illness.

They naturally saw Zhang Feng's miraculous 'Chinese medicine massage therapy'.

'A few herbs, and a few massages, and he completely cured a person with food poisoning in less than five minutes?'

They felt incredible, even subverting their previous medical knowledge.

And they also felt that if they told their colleagues about this, their colleagues would not only not be as shocked as they were, but would definitely laugh at them.

Because this was simply impossible, no matter how they explained it, it was impossible.

So, they were now in such a state of incomprehension and shock, standing at the door for a long time unwilling to leave.

And their purpose was not to steal learning.

On the contrary, they now just wanted to communicate with this 'divine doctor'.

'Can medicine really be so miraculous?'

At this moment, under the sunlight shining through the window.

Looking at Zhang Feng in a white sportswear, they seemed to see 'the end of medicine'.

At that end, a person in white forcibly broke into the gloomy gate of hell, adding years to his life in the Yama Palace.

“It’s just a very simple massage, combined with some herbs.” Zhang Feng did not hide anything when he saw their admiring and shocked expressions.

Zhang Feng respected the doctors who were dedicated to their duties, because weren’t they also snatching people from Yama’s hands?

Even if possible, Zhang Feng wanted to teach all his medicine to them, to the whole world, just like big data martial arts training.

This might save more people.

Although this idea was a bit utopian, how would he know if he didn't try.

Anyway, he was already here, and he was idle anyway.

“This massage of mine is actually a kind of strength conversion.” Zhang Feng said without reservation, “It’s just that I personally practice martial arts, and you may not be able to learn the changes in strength in massage in a short time.

But the techniques are the same. I may cure it once, but if you change a few more techniques and massage it a few more times, you can actually achieve most of the effect.”

Zhang Feng said this, looking at the somewhat dazed doctors.

“What I’m going to say next are various techniques and skills. How about, can I trouble a few doctors to take a trip to get some paper and pens? I’ll say it, and you’ll write it down?”

… …

An hour later.

With the end of a 'small lecture'.

Zhang Feng looked at the room full of doctors taking notes, as well as the master squatting in the corner, feeling a little sorry for the master.

Fortunately, the patient was specially taken care of, and the little nephew and the master’s elder brother were sent to other wards.

“Teacher Zhang!”

At this time, when Zhang Feng was thinking, a young doctor studying Chinese medicine raised his hand.

"You just mentioned the five elements generating each other, and the five viscera are the five elements, but some of the medicines you mentioned are not in the medical theory of the five elements, what is this..." He said, but dared not continue, because many colleagues and leaders were glaring at him, blaming him for refuting Divine Doctor Zhang's words.

The reason they were so convinced was that Zhang Feng had also conveniently cured some old ailments of doctors and hospital leaders while teaching them.

With this fact before their eyes, there was no need to say more.

"Well, my treatment method is somewhat different from tradition." Zhang Feng answered the question, "I have been to many places in the world, seen many people, many things, and some very strange medical techniques and pathologies.

Some of them do not know the five elements theory of our ancestors, but they use other medicinal materials to cure patients based on their own ideas and practices.

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Some of these medicinal materials have become extinct, but I have also found medicines with similar medicinal properties.

So, it's okay if you feel it's wrong, because these medicines are added by myself."

Zhang Feng said, seeing everyone showing unbelievable expressions.

Because modifying medical books and replacing medicines are not things that can be done in a short period, nor can they be done by one person.

But in fact, Zhang Feng has nearly '80 years' of medical experience, is knowledgeable in medical knowledge from various worlds, and has had some mental relaxation recently.

This allowed Zhang Feng to concentrate and organize all his medical knowledge, and summarize a set of medical treatments that belonged to him.

Finally, there was also this 'small lecture'.

Zhang Feng, through this intuitive expression, also thoroughly clarified the medical knowledge in his mind.

It can be considered an unexpected gain.

And at this moment.

[You have broken through intermediate medical theory]

[Your understanding of realistic medical theory has reached the expert level]

'Expert?'

Zhang Feng looked at the text in his vision.

Zhang Feng didn't care much about this.

Although the 'expert' level is the same as the 'grandmaster' level in fighting.

But Zhang Feng treated them as side jobs, so he didn't care much.

Because besides this, Zhang Feng's 'driving skills' and 'wild survival' had both reached the expert level in previous adventures.

......

Evening.

Hospital cafeteria.

"Teacher Zhang, try this dish."

"Teacher Zhang, and this!"

After a few hours of lectures, Zhang Feng chose to eat in the cafeteria at this moment.

Now, a dozen doctors of different ages were eating around a young man, respectfully calling him 'teacher'. This scene was really too damn rare.

This also caused many patients to look over here.

Fortunately, Zhang Feng finished his meal in a short time.

And at the invitation of a vice president, he went to the office upstairs.

Once there.

Tea was served.

"Teacher Zhang, the conditions are simple, please forgive me."

This vice president was in his forties, in his prime, but his hair was a little thin and messy, and there was a lot of fatigue in his expression.

Because before becoming the vice president, he was the chief surgeon in the neurosurgery operating room. He completely relied on his skills to get to where he was, but years of mental concentration and tension had also made him dedicate his hair to the operating room where he had been staying for years.

"Your hand is unsteady." Zhang Feng looked at his hand holding the tea, although to ordinary people, there was only a slight tremor, which was harmless.

But this was already unrelated to precise neurosurgery.

After all, that was vascular anastomosis in the brain under a microscope.

"Can you tell?" The vice president was both happy and helpless when he heard Teacher Zhang say that his hand was shaking.

He was happy that his hand tremor had completely recovered in the range of ordinary people, and ordinary people couldn't tell.

But Teacher Zhang revealed it in one word.

What was helpless was that even if he was almost the same as a normal person, he could no longer go to the operating table.

"How was your hand injured?" Zhang Feng looked at the shallow scars exposed at his cuff, "Was it a sharp weapon? Glass?"

"Yes." The vice president sighed, sitting opposite Zhang Feng, "A few years ago, there was a sudden situation during one of my operations.

I remember very clearly that once, an operation took twelve hours and six minutes.

When the operation was completed, my whole soul was exhausted. I went back to the office to drink some water, and I didn't stand still for a moment. The water glass broke, and my hand fell on it."

He showed the scars on his right wrist and thumb joint. The tendons were severed.

Although it can be recovered, it may also leave sequelae such as limited joint movement and weakened strength.

"Don't be scared by the scars. In fact, I have recovered very well."

The vice president put down his cuffs and got up again to take out an unsharpened thick-handled scalpel from the drawer of the table next to him.

"I was shaking even more at the beginning, but after years of practice, it's much better now, but even so, I can't go back to the operating room.

Because I am a doctor, I must not only be responsible for myself, but also for the patient and the patient's family outside the operating room."

"Yeah." Zhang Feng was silent for a few seconds, and asked: "Doctor Wu, do you want to go back to the operating room?"

"Yes!" The vice president said very seriously, with hope: "I am only forty-three this year. I have studied neurosurgery for twenty-eight years. Teacher Zhang, look at me, I am still young! I can cure more people!"

"Then I'm not saving you, I'm saving them." Zhang Feng stretched out his right hand, "Please stretch out your hand, I can cure it."

"Okay..." The vice president excitedly stretched out his hand.

Zhang Feng did not take his pulse or search his bones, but held his wrist with his entire hand, "Doctor Wu, I only used strength techniques when treating the other doctors this afternoon.

So it looks like traditional Chinese medicine theory.

But your injury is too serious, and then what I learn next may subvert all your medical knowledge.

Because it is a very bizarre martial art, called, Super-Frequency Resonance."

At the moment when the words fell.

Zhang Feng used the resonance practice of the Great Subduing Demon Fist to capture the acupoints on the vice president's wrist, and first performed 'anesthesia'.

Otherwise, with the super-frequency strength, directly resonating the tendons, promoting their high-speed metabolism and repair, the rapid growth of pain is no less than others using iron pickaxes to tear the nerves and flesh under the skin.

At the same time.

The vice president had not yet understood Teacher Zhang's words, and felt a kind of unspeakable 'separation of bones and flesh'.

That feeling was like being anesthetized, and then the doctor used a scalpel to cut his flesh, there was a very strange feeling of peeling.

He also experienced this feeling of peeling on the day his wrist was injured.

'This...is it anesthesia?' The vice president didn't know how a person could achieve the effect of rapid anesthesia through a technique, but he saw it at this moment.

But then, as Zhang Feng tapped his hand tendons, using ever-changing strength and resonance to make the flesh in his palm reach a super-frequency resonance state.

Buzz—

It was like a moment, and it was like several minutes had passed.

The vice president felt the super-frequency moment, as if his whole body was shaking slightly, and the neural network of the brain seemed to be cut off in an instant.

It was just that he hadn't lost his mind for long.

Zhang Feng withdrew his palm and said to the vice president who was gradually regaining his senses: "Doctor Wu."

"Huh?" The vice president looked at Zhang Feng in a daze, with a faint buzzing in his ears.

"Your physique is too low." Zhang Feng noticed his expression, "So there will be 'loss of consciousness' during super-frequency, which means that your entire neural network has been shaken.

But it will slowly recover in less than half a minute."

Zhang Feng didn't say something.

That is, if he shook it for dozens of seconds more, then his whole person would fall into 'brain death'.

"It has been repaired now." Zhang Feng didn't say these scary words, but gently pointed to the scalpel on the table, "Try again?"

"Okay..." The vice president slowly regained his senses at this time, and excitedly walked to the table again and picked up the scalpel.

And this time, his hand was very steady, without the slightest tremor.

"Teacher Zhang! I can go back!"

After seeing this scene, Doctor Wu couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing Doctor Wu like this, Zhang Feng got up and walked to him, patting him on the shoulder as if taking care of a child:

"Don't mention words of thanks.

But can Doctor Wu use his position to send some people to my martial arts gym without affecting the operation of the hospital?

Because I am recently doing a human big data test project.

Regarding some professional knowledge and professional testing, I still want to ask some professionals to help.

Of course, if your hospital does not have relevant punishment system, I will pay them some remuneration and will not let them help in vain."

"Helper?" Doctor Wu was stunned at first, then quickly reacted and said affirmatively: "There is no problem with practicing medicine outside during rest time, or sitting in a clinic.

There is even more no problem with your martial arts gym!"

......

In the following days.

Zhang Feng stayed at home.

Because the gym was full of clanging and banging sounds of installing machines, and technicians from the factory were testing the machines.

Relatively speaking, the house was much quieter.

Zhang Feng also used this time to resonate and improve his physique while continuing to open his spirit.

Unconsciously, on the evening of the seventh day.

The spirit was opened to 73%

Zhang Feng opened his spirit while jogging at night. The movements were slightly awkward, but no one cared.

Then.

Still left early from the night run and returned home before ten o'clock.

After washing up.

At eleven o'clock, Zhang Feng lay on the bed, covered himself with a quilt because of the cold, and looked forward to the countdown to the level 3 world.