There's something wrong with me

Chapter 84 'Weirdo Zhang' (5.2K)

Ten days later.

Zhang Feng left Master Zheng and took the prescription to the local medical school library.

The prescription contained medicinal materials for body training in this world, a unique formula for tempering 'Dark Force Skin'.

However, after studying it for a few days, Zhang Feng felt that the prescription could be 'analyzed'.

'Reality doesn't have these herbs, but their medicinal properties are nowhere near as outrageous as the Rock Fruit.'

This afternoon.

Zhang Feng sat in a taxi, looking at the prescription in his hand.

'As far as I know.

The medicinal properties of some herbs in reality match some of the medicinal principles in this prescription.

For example, the strong Qi and blood properties in real-world ginseng match a supplementary herb in this prescription, but the effect is stronger than the one in the prescription.

However, as long as I add some herbs with negative properties, I can reduce this high Qi and blood characteristic, or dilute it by adjusting the decoction time and adding water.

This can all 'neutralize' the medicinal properties.

It's just that decocting it will be very troublesome, and factors such as heat, time, and weight need to be carefully controlled.

And the Qi and blood of ginseng, as well as the negative neutralizing herbs, only match one kind of medicinal property on the prescription.

To decoct this single prescription, it would probably require a lot of 'neutralization'.'

Zhang Feng pondered, leaning back in his seat, recalling his medical knowledge.

'According to what I think, in this world, three pots of medicinal soup can be decocted in a day.

But in reality, it may take three days, five days, to decoct one pot, and no accidents can occur during the process.

Especially since these medicinal materials are also more expensive.

In this world, one pot of ingredients can decoct a pot of medicinal soup, but in the real world, it may take ten pots of raw materials.

Unless genetic modification, etc., directly combines these medicinal materials and plants them like vegetables.'

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng stopped thinking about it.

Because Zhang Feng felt that this was no longer a new topic, but a huge plant genetic modification project.

If he really studied this, then he wouldn't need to wear a Kung Fu uniform, but a researcher's white coat instead.

And even if he wore it.

Zhang Feng currently has no foundation in genetics or anything like that, it's completely starting from scratch.

In addition, he has many projects now, and there is currently no time to spare.

So, after thinking about it, Zhang Feng felt that professional matters should still be left to professionals.

He only needs to figure out the 'mutual conversion of medicinal properties between the two worlds', and then talk about the remaining research, synthesis, and planting.

After thinking about this.

Zhang Feng began to ponder the matter of Dark Force again.

And found that no matter what moves, it ultimately boils down to cultivating oneself and unlocking the deeper mysteries within the human body.

Dark Force is such a body training method, and also a technique.

Zhang Feng now understood, and the rest was to practice.

Zhang Feng was even thinking, when he opens his spiritual sense in the future, he will have Qi and blood force, and also Dark Force.

Could the moment the Dark Force is unleashed, it bring out the blood Qi together?

This is another new topic, all new topics.

So many new topics.

Zhang Feng felt a headache, but he couldn't have a headache, because he had finally cleared most of his mind.

Then let's do it one by one, starting with the prescription.

This can greatly improve the current physique.

… …

In the evening.

Arrived at the medical school library.

Because it was introduced by Master Zheng.

Zhang Feng easily got in, and there was also free employee meals.

But Zhang Feng has saved a lot of money doing business in recent years.

He is not too worried about eating.

As for the place to live, he can sleep inside when the library closes at night.

Anyway, when the students get up and go to school, or come to the library, he will have already gotten up.

And in the following days.

Zhang Feng really became a two-point-one-line person.

When he was hungry, he would go out to find a place to eat heartily.

The rest of the time, he stayed in the library, his eyes glued to the books.

Especially as Zhang Feng read more and more, he originally wanted to formulate prescriptions and find medicinal properties.

But as he learned, Zhang Feng discovered that the medical information in this world was very different from reality.

Then, he had to read and learn even more fiercely.

If possible.

Zhang Feng also wanted to start from the fundamental human body functions and medical principles, and improve his research on Dark Force and the analysis of prescriptions from the source.

As long as he can find the source, then not only the prescription, but even the entire refining method of 'Dark Force and Transforming Force' can be broken down from it.

This is like in the real world, people understand themselves, and then figure out scientific fitness methods.

What Zhang Feng is doing now is also understanding the medical structure of this world, and then understanding the Transforming Force structure.

In this way, some medicinal properties can be used as substitutes, and ultimately the cultivation system in this world can be replicated in the real world.

Anyway, no matter what, even if it can't be replicated, he can't come here for nothing.

At least he has to bring back all the knowledge in this library that is useful to him.

'It seems that the medical expert in the enhancement selection is still useful.'

At this moment.

Zhang Feng looked at the book, while reminiscing about the 5.0 memory of the medical expert.

But after thinking about it carefully, if he chose that, then he would really only be left with studying medicine, which is not very good, it's not as good as the full sense of security of the fighting expert.

Now, with a physique of 80, Zhang Feng can learn things without worry.

'After being worry-free, the pressure is released, and the memory will also be greatly improved.'

While feeling the power, and with the blessing of security, Zhang Feng felt brighter in his heart, his thinking clearer, as if his brain was full of moving muscles, making the speed of neuron transmission faster.

'While the demons have been cleared for the most part in the last world, even if I can't learn it, I have to memorize it now.

Although learning this way can easily cause me to have problems again, returning to the stage of crowded brain memory a few years ago.

But after being crowded, it can be stretched, it can be cultivated, it can be relaxed.

This can all be solved.'

The more Zhang Feng learned, the more he understood, 'And now that there are so many books here, if I don't learn them, I will have problems with "inconsistent knowledge and action".

Or rather, I already have a problem.

Now that I see so many books, I can't move my feet.

This is my instinctual thought, and also the habit of decades.

I know very well that something is wrong with me.'

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart, feeling that after so much life experience, he hadn't learned a single fun thing, but he had learned 'I want to study hard' as an instinct.

… …

This study.

Zhang Feng looked and memorized for a year.

This also made many people who came to the library know.

A 'weirdo' appeared here.

And as the news gradually spread.

Finally, the whole school knew that there was a weirdo in the library.

This weirdo, except for eating, drinking, and shitting, stayed in the library all day long.

Or went to the abandoned teaching building behind the academy, mysteriously burning and cooking some things, and also eating them.

Such a person with mysterious behavior.

Naturally became a 'popular person' among the students of the academy.

Fortunately, this weirdo usually doesn't communicate with people, and doesn't have any excessive behavior.

They gradually felt used to it.

And summer went and winter came.

Another half year passed.

Zhang Feng had read almost all the books that were useful to him.

And in the following time.

Zhang Feng began a 'big sweep' as a summary.

From top to bottom, as long as they were books he hadn't seen before, books he had missed, as long as they were useful to him, such as 'wilderness, cooking, surgery', etc.

Zhang Feng would take a few glances to familiarize himself with different wilderness experiences.

In addition, Zhang Feng himself had the experience of 'wilderness survival' and 'medical principles' experts, and under analogy, he could still extend to what he had learned.

And more often.

Zhang Feng was silently reciting, picking up the books he had learned before, and reciting the medicinal materials inside.

'Crimson Order Grass, bitter in taste, clears the lungs.'

At this moment, Zhang Feng was reciting a "Complete Book of Herbs", and recalling all the characteristics of 'Crimson Order Grass'.

After reciting it, and seeing that it was all correct.

Zhang Feng would also find relevant medicinal materials in the real world in his own memory, to conduct a kind of deduction and comparison in his mind.

After the comparison, Zhang Feng could do pharmacological analysis through the similarities of several medicinal materials, and rely on the similarities to do a more in-depth memory.

And a year ago, before he memorized them, Zhang Feng would push back, using similar medicinal materials in reality to find common points, to speed up the memory of unfamiliar medicinal materials.

Zhang Feng was becoming more and more familiar with the use of analogy.

And not only that.

Zhang Feng would sometimes go out to take a bath, and by the way, buy some medicine, go to the school's abandoned teaching building to burn, cook, and eat, to judge whether his learning direction was correct.

It was also his own 'mock exam'.

… …

In the blink of an eye, winter went and spring came, and school started.

Zhang Feng had been in school for two years.

Today.

Looking at Zhang Feng, who was only slightly fatter, he put down the book in his hand and relaxed, listening to the youthful noise from outside the library.

Because just a few days ago.

Zhang Feng had learned everything he could learn.

Especially in these years, Zhang Feng has not only been reading, but also condensing his own martial arts over and over again.

He looks thinner now, but he's only lost about ten pounds.

His physique, on the other hand, has increased from 83 to 90!

Zhang Feng had fully consumed the medicinal formula for dark energy training and has now entered a period of stabilization.

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'Resonance overfrequency can speed up the absorption of the medicinal effects.'

At this time, it was ten in the morning.

Zhang Feng summarized his experiences while strolling away from the library, as if taking a walk.

'If ordinary martial artists want to increase their physique by one point through medicinal formulas,

in the early stages, perhaps a month would be enough, but I only need resonance for five days.'

Thinking this, Zhang Feng stood outside the library, watching the students gradually arrive for registration.

"Wow! That weirdo is still here!"

At the same time,

many students whispered when they saw the 'library weirdo'.

"He seems to have been in the library for two years without going home."

"Who said that? I saw him go out."

"What do you mean go out? He just went out to eat, then went to the pharmacy to buy something, and then went to the old teaching building to burn something and eat it. I don't know what he's eating."

"Yeah! This person is so weird, but I heard that Principal Zheng's cousin seems to know him, so he let him work in the library."

"Is it work? I've never seen him clean."

"Yeah, yeah, this person is really weird. I plucked up the courage to talk to him a few months ago, but he ignored me and just kept staring at the book. I think he's become obsessed with studying."

The students were talking about Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng stared blankly, his eyes unfocused, simply watching the students arrive for registration.

Fortunately, Zhang Feng knew this was a school and paid attention to his appearance, often tidying himself up.

At this moment, with his buzz cut, sportswear, and slimmer figure, he looked like a student.

However, no students approached Zhang Feng, the weirdo.

But after about half an hour,

"Old Weirdo!"

Several shouts came from afar as four senior students ran over with a basketball.

"Let's go, play ball?"

All four of them worked part-time in the library to help their families with expenses.

In these years, Zhang Feng had chatted with them a few hundred times.

99% of the time, it was 'Bring me some food, I'll treat you'.

Because he spent all day reading, he saved as much time as possible.

Zhang Feng mostly had them bring him food and treated his 'little colleagues'.

But they also returned the favor, they were quite genuine people.

"No," Zhang Feng shook his head when he saw these familiar faces. "I've relaxed enough, I'm going to read some more books.

See if there's anything interesting in the library."

"You've been reading for more than two years, haven't you had enough?" The leading boy invited Zhang Feng, "Let's go, Old Weirdo. After the semester starts, we'll be busy with our studies and probably resign from the library, so we'll see each other less often."

"Then study hard," Zhang Feng nodded, and then, seeing that his four friends looked unhappy, he smiled and said, "I'm not very good at basketball."

"We're not very good either."

"Yeah, let's just shoot around for fun, okay?"

They came over and forcibly dragged Zhang Feng, wanting their old colleagues to have one last gathering before getting busy with their studies.

Seeing that their enthusiasm was hard to refuse, and since he had no books to read anyway, why not just crush them at basketball?

He thought about doing a few consecutive fadeaway jump shots to shatter their basketball dreams.

That's what he thought in his heart.

But just as they walked forward, passing the recruitment booths of various clubs,

these guys changed their minds and wanted to cheer for their basketball club's recruitment.

Specifically, they wanted to stand there, hand out some flyers, and say some nice things.

"Old Weirdo! Help us out!" They even gave Zhang Feng a stack of flyers, wanting Zhang Feng to help them attract people.

"Okay," Zhang Feng really missed student life, so he took it, since he had nothing else to do anyway.

Only.

When the students coming and going in front of the school gate saw the weirdo handing out flyers, they all stared, finding Zhang Feng even stranger.

"Why isn't that old weirdo reading?"

"Amazing, amazing, he actually came out of the library!"

"Look! He seems to be promoting the basketball club."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go take a look."

The students at the gate had nothing to do, so they simply gathered around to take a look.

"What activities does your basketball club have?"

"Old Weirdo, why did you come out?"

Many students, out of respect for the weirdo, or perhaps finding it interesting, unknowingly gathered here.

Zhang Feng certainly didn't know what activities there were, so when someone asked him, he pointed to the people next to him.

"Awesome, Old Weirdo!" When they saw that Zhang Feng had brought them so many people, they all praised Zhang Feng.

Seeing that people needed him so much, and thinking that he had nothing to do, Zhang Feng simply stood there like a mascot.

Meanwhile, half a mile away.

Whoosh—

A chase was taking place here.

Two police cars were behind.

In front was a dusty Jeep.

"Damn it! How did we get caught!"

Inside the Jeep, the driver had no time to honk the horn, only concentrating on stepping on the gas pedal to accelerate and overtake the vehicles in front.

"This isn't good." The co-driver was a jacketed youth, his eyes flashing fiercely. "The intersection ahead might be blocked, and we can forget about the highway.

Let me see…"

He looked ahead and saw the medical school gate on the opposite lane. "Turn into that school from the garden fork ahead and grab hostages."

"That won't let us escape either." The man in the back seat was a burly fellow with cauliflower ears and slightly bulging temples. "Besides, the dean of this school seems to be a relative of Headmaster Zheng.

Even if we take hostages, we might be able to escape, but even if we do escape.

Offending Headmaster Zheng will be difficult to deal with in the future."

"What's with being able to deal with it or not? Let's talk about surviving first!" The driver turned the steering wheel and overtook another car. "The three of us brothers have at least reached the Ming Jin stage. Who knows who will win if we really encounter Headmaster Zheng in the future."

"That's right." The jacketed youth replied, "The three of us brothers are figures in the martial arts world, after all.

Headmaster Zheng isn't stupid, he won't seek revenge on us all over the world because of his relative's student."

"Then that's settled!" After traveling a few dozen more meters, the driver turned towards the school gate.

"There's a car!"

"The person driving is crazy!"

"There are police cars chasing them behind!"

"Get out of the way!"

The people who had noticed the police cars chasing on this side earlier quickly dodged to both sides when they saw the car crashing towards them, revealing the road leading to the school.

"Run!" The students inside the school screamed and ran away when they saw a car driving towards them.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The security wanted to wait for the students to come in before closing the gate, but there was no time.

Moreover, an ordinary iron gate couldn't stop a charging Jeep.

Crash—

The car rushed into the school gate and stopped at the flower bed, twenty meters away from the club recruitment booths.

There were many students here.

"Grab those people as hostages!"

The car door opened, and the burly man in the back seat came down first.

At this moment, while many students in the school were running away,

some students saw the library weirdo put down the flyers in his hand and then leap across a distance of more than ten meters, instantly arriving in front of the Jeep.

"Is he Superman?" Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

"Old Weirdo…" The four library part-time students were originally thinking of pulling Zhang Feng to run together, but they didn't expect Zhang Feng to display an unbelievable strength.

This kind of physical ability had already surpassed their understanding of the human body.

Zhang Feng ignored all gazes, and the moment he arrived in front of the burly man, he unleashed a charging cannon punch.

Under the crushing power of his physique and strength,

Bang!

The burly man couldn't react at all, and even as his retina just captured Zhang Feng in front of him,

Zhang Feng's cannon punch had already smashed into his chest.

'Is this Hua Jin…' His chest caved in, his consciousness plunged into darkness, and his body violently fell back into the car.

At this time, the jacketed youth in the co-driver's seat had just opened the car door, positioned to Zhang Feng's side.

At the same time, Zhang Feng turned around, grabbed the stunned jacketed youth with his left hand, easily pulled his 150-plus-pound body out of the car, lifted him up, and suddenly threw him at the last driver who had just gotten out of the car.

"Quick, grab people…" The driver had just turned his head to look at the jacketed youth's side and didn't know what had happened.

Whoosh!

The jacketed youth's body was like a cannonball in the air, slamming into the driver, and the two rolled on the ground, suffering multiple fractures.

Two seconds.

Before the students had run a few steps, the police cars outside had just stopped, and the officers had just gotten out.

This encounter was already over.