There's something wrong with me

Chapter 81 Reality is Busy (5.6K)

[Main Quest Reward: 100 Adventure Experience]

[Adventure Level: 3 (0/800)]

[Non-mainline reward: 100 Honor]

Honor Level: 3 (0/800)

……

Home.

Zhang Feng sat up from the bed and looked at the gun, juice, and an apple that appeared in front of him.

Apple is the last enhancement in X2, body +1.5
'The apple and the drink are fine, but this gun is hard to handle.

Just leave it at home for now.'

crunch—

Zhang Feng was eating an apple and drinking juice at the same time.

The gun was first turned off with the safety off and placed on the bedside table.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng closed his eyes and thought for a while. He felt that after three years of spiritual cultivation, he now had a lot of "refreshing" feelings in his mind.

It feels like a room that was originally very messy, but after cleaning it up, all the clutter was put in order.

Now they are in good order instead of being thrown out.

Zhang Feng pondered and looked at the finger with 72% heat.
'A few months ago, when we reached 70%, it became difficult to make any further progress.

But after organizing my thoughts five days ago, my attention has become more focused, my thinking has become sharper, and I have fewer distracting thoughts.

In just five days, it rose by 2%.

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

Coupled with the cleverness gained from learning, one can fit in with the possessed person more quickly.

The speed of practicing will be greatly improved, which will bring more knowledge of practice.

These three years of training my mind have yielded great rewards.'

Zhang Feng felt very comfortable and thought that in the future adventure world, he could choose some good career experiences as his own journey of spiritual cultivation.

But there is no need to be deliberate, it is best to let nature take its course.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng was not sleepy at all now. After eating, he found a place to hide the pistol.

Wait until everything is done.

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

It's just that my mind suddenly became more excited, and when I was so excited, I ignored the physical sensations.

……

The next three days.

Zhang Feng did not choose to go to the martial arts gym, but instead thought about "practicing martial arts with big data" and sorted out some data plans at home.

In my current mental state.

Zhang Feng had a clear mind and quickly classified the human body functions and organized them into a large table.

It contains all the data you want.

Roughly heart rate, strength, blood pressure, muscle mass and so on.

It would be better if you could test several groups of tests at different heart rates and moods.

Because the force a person exerts when he is calm and when he is angry and panicked is completely different.

Unless they are like me, who can mobilize their strength perfectly.

"Give the form to the owner first. Once the machines are all installed, have him follow it."

Crash-

When the handwritten form is sorted out.

Seeing that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Feng took the form and went out.

……

Half past four.

Martial Arts School.

Rumble...Crack...Crack...

As soon as Zhang Feng entered the room, he saw the room full of equipment being moved and the noise of various screw drivers.

"Slow down, slow down..." The museum owner was giving the instructions personally. Although he didn't know how to operate the equipment or understand the principles behind it, it was always right to ask people to handle it with care.

"Each one costs hundreds of thousands...millions..."

The museum owner was worried, especially when he saw the installers screwing the parts together. He was even more afraid that someone might accidentally hit the machine with the electric drill.

Although the manufacturer may offer compensation, it is still a hassle to go back and forth and argue.

When Zhang Feng walked in and saw that the owner was only focused on the machine, he also walked towards him with a smile, "Master, I'm sorry to bother you with this part."

"Yeah?" When the owner of the museum heard someone calling him, his eyes shifted away for a moment and he looked in the direction where the voice came from.

When he saw that it was Zhang Feng coming.

The owner's frown suddenly turned into joy, and he smiled and said, "Master Zhang, why are you here?

A few days ago, you called me and said you had something to do recently, so I didn’t dare to call you these days to disturb you.”

The owner of the museum spoke with a laugh, as if he was joking, but anyone who paid attention could hear that there was actually something behind his words.

"Speak frankly." Zhang Feng saw that the owner was still using the same business trick on him, so he smiled and patted the form on his chest, "We've known each other for a long time.

Moreover, you came to my house for dinner a few days ago and took me to do what I wanted.

So, don't be so formal. We're friends, so just speak frankly if you have something to say."

"Okay!" The owner was very moved when he heard Dr. Zhang's words, and said:

"My nephew got food poisoning yesterday. He's been sent to the hospital and is feeling much better now, but I'm wondering...does Master Zhang have a better treatment?"

"Your nephew?" Zhang Feng frowned and looked at him. "A real nephew, or a friend's child?"

"My dear nephew!" The owner replied, "My dear brother's."

"Then you're really something." Zhang Feng dragged him out of the house. "Why the hell are you hiding your own child's affairs?"

"I thought you were busy and didn't want to disturb you." The owner was also embarrassed and said weakly: "Besides, the boss invested tens of millions to invite Master Zhang. Even if he can treat them, it will only treat them. Their families are another matter.

And I... this isn't my own business, it's my family's child..."

"Of course, I, Zhang Feng, treat outsiders differently.

But for my friends, it's just a small matter of me going out, why are you making such a fuss about it?"

Zhang Feng walked out of the martial arts hall and looked at the moved owner.
"Now, enough of the nonsense, which hospital?"

……

Three Houses.

In a fairly good double room.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhang! Thank you, Doctor Zhang!"

The owner's eldest brother held Zhang Feng's hands tightly with both hands.

Because just now, Zhang Feng cleared out most of the toxins in his child's body through resonance and a few medicinal herbs.

"Ugh..." His ten-year-old child was now vomiting in the toilet, no longer looking as sick as he was on the hospital bed.

Of course, it is also possible that he has recovered but does not want to go to school, so he pretends to be sick.

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

"I told you not to eat anything you want." The owner of the restaurant was patting his nephew's back according to the method taught by Zhang Feng.

"Thank you uncle... Thank you Uncle Zhang..." The little nephew was really feeling unwell and was not pretending. Now that he had vomited for a while, he felt much better.

Even his complexion became rosy.

"Take another dose of medicine later and vomit again." After Zhang Feng glanced at the toilet for a few times, he handed a small list to the owner of the restaurant, "Follow the recipe above and let the child take it for two days. The toxins in the body will be almost gone.

For example, the heart qi that was expelled during this vomiting will slowly heal. Or, to put it simply, the nausea and burning sensation in the throat caused by the stomach acid during this vomiting will soon disappear.”

"Thank you! Thank you!" The owner took the small list and thanked me with his hands clasped together.

"Doctor Zhang? Are you free now?"

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

There are several young doctors behind him.

While Zhang Feng was treating a patient, he happened to encounter them making rounds.

They naturally saw Zhang Feng's miraculous "Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage Therapy".

"A few herbs and a massage, and in less than five minutes, a person with food poisoning is completely cured?"

They felt it was incredible and even overturned their previous medical knowledge.

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

Because this is simply impossible, no matter how you explain it, it is impossible.

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

Their purpose is not to learn secretly.

On the contrary, they now just want to communicate with this "miracle doctor".

'Can medicine really be so magical?'

At this moment, under the sunshine outside the window.

They looked at Zhang Feng in a white sports suit, as if they saw the 'end of medicine'.

At the end, there was a man in white clothes who broke into the gloomy ghost gate and added his life to the book of life and death in the Hall of Yama.

"It's just a simple massage, combined with some herbal medicine." Zhang Feng saw their admiration and shock, and did not hide anything.

Zhang Feng respects doctors who are dedicated to their duties, because aren't they also saving lives from the hands of the King of Hell?
If possible, Zhang Feng would even like to teach them all his medical knowledge and share it with the whole world, just like practicing martial arts with big data.

This might save more people.

Although this idea is a bit utopian, how can we know if we don’t try it?

Since I'm here now, I might as well just sit around and do nothing.

"My kind of massage is actually a kind of force conversion." Zhang Feng did not hide anything, "It's just that I personally practice martial arts, and the force conversion in massage may not be something you can learn in a short time.

But the technique is the same, I may be able to cure it in one go, but if you change the technique and massage more times, you can actually get most of the effect."

Zhang Feng said this and looked at the confused doctors.

"What I'm going to talk about next are various techniques. How about I trouble a few doctors to run over and get some paper and pen? I'll tell you what to do. Will you take notes?"

……

after an hour.

As the "small lecture" ended, Zhang Feng looked at the room full of doctors taking notes and the owner of the clinic who was squeezed into the corner and felt a little sorry for the owner.

Fortunately, the patients were given special attention, and my nephew and the owner of the museum were sent to other wards.

"Teacher Zhang!"

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

"You just said that the five elements are interdependent and the five internal organs are the five elements, but some of the medicines you mentioned are not included in the medical theory of the five elements. This is..."

When he said this, he didn't dare to say anything more because many colleagues and leaders were staring at him, blaming him for refuting what Doctor Zhang said.

The reason why they were so convinced was that while Zhang Feng was teaching them, he also cured the chronic illnesses of several doctors and hospital leaders.

This fact is right before our eyes and needs no further explanation.

"Well, my treatment method is somewhat different from the traditional one." Zhang Feng answered this 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 theory of the five elements of our ancestors, but use their own ideas and practices to use another kind of medicinal herbs to cure patients.

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

So if you think it's wrong, it's okay, because I added these medicines myself."

When Zhang Feng said this, he saw that everyone was looking at him in disbelief.

Because modifying medical books and replacing medicines cannot be done in a short period of time, nor can it be done by one person alone.

But in fact, Zhang Feng has been a doctor for nearly 80 years, and he is well-versed in medical knowledge from all over the world, plus he has relaxed his mind some time ago.

This allowed Zhang Feng to organize all his medical knowledge and develop a set of medical treatments of his own.

Finally, there is this 'mini-lecture'.

Through words, this intuitive expression, Zhang Feng also completely clarified the medical knowledge in his mind.

It can be considered an unexpected gain.

And also at this time.

[You have broken through the intermediate medical theory]

[Your understanding of real medical principles has reached expert level]

'expert?'

Zhang Feng looked at the text within his field of vision.

Zhang Feng didn't care much about this.

Although the level of 'Expert' is the same as the level of 'Grandmaster' in fighting.

But Zhang Feng treated it as a side job, so he didn't care much about it.

Because in addition to this, Zhang Feng's 'driving skills' and 'wilderness survival' have reached expert levels in previous adventures.

……

night.

The hospital restaurant.

"Teacher Zhang, please try this dish."

"Teacher Zhang, there's also this!"

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

But now, a dozen doctors of different ages are eating around a young man and respectfully calling him "teacher". This scene is really fucking rare.

This also caused many patients to look over here.

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

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

Here we are.

Serve the tea.

"Teacher Zhang's conditions are simple, please forgive me."

The vice president was in his forties, in the prime of his life, but his hair was a little thin and messy, and he looked quite tired.

Because before he became the vice president, he was the chief surgeon in the neurosurgery operating room, and he relied entirely on his own abilities to get to that position. However, the constant concentration and tension also made him dedicate his hair to the operating room where he spent all year round.

"Your hand is not steady." Zhang Feng looked at his hand holding the tea. Although to ordinary people, it was only shaking a little bit, it was harmless.

But this has nothing to do with delicate neurosurgery.

After all, that was anastomosis of blood vessels inside the brain under a microscope.

"Can you tell?" When the vice-president heard Teacher Zhang say that his hands were shaking, he felt both happy and helpless.

The good news is that his hand tremors have fully recovered within the normal range and are not noticeable to ordinary people.

But Teacher Zhang hit the nail on the head with just one sentence.

Unfortunately, even though he is now almost as healthy as a normal person, he can no longer go on the operating table.

"How did you get your hand injured?" Zhang Feng looked at the shallow scar on his sleeve. "Was it a sharp weapon? Glass?"

"Yes." The vice president sighed and sat opposite Zhang Feng, "A few years ago, there was an emergency during one of my surgeries.

I remember very clearly that the operation lasted twelve hours and six minutes.

When the surgery was complete, I was completely exhausted. I went back to the office and wanted to drink some water, but I lost my balance and the cup fell, and my hand also fell on it.

He showed scars on his right wrist and thumb joint where the tendons were cut.

Although recovery is possible, it may also leave sequelae such as limited joint movement and weakened strength.

"Don't look at the scar as scary, I've actually recovered very well."

The vice president rolled up his sleeves, stood up, and took out an unsharpened, thick-handled scalpel from the drawer of the table next to him.

“I was shaking more at first, but after years of practice, it’s much better now. But even so, I can’t go back to the operating room.

As a doctor, I am not only responsible for myself, but also for the patients and their families outside the operating room."

"Hmm." 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 seriously and hopefully, "I'm only forty-three this year, and I've studied neurosurgery for twenty-eight years. Teacher Zhang, look at me, I'm still young! I can still treat many 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 heal you."

"Okay..." The vice president extended his hand excitedly.

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

So it looks like traditional Chinese medicine.

But your injuries are too severe, and what I learn next may overturn all your medical knowledge.

Because it is a very strange martial art called Overclocking Resonance."

The moment the words fell.

Zhang Feng used the resonance training method of the Great Demon Subduing Fist to capture the acupuncture points on the vice president's wrist and first performed "anesthesia".

Otherwise, using overclocked strength to directly resonate the tendons and promote their rapid metabolism and repair, the pain of rapid growth would be no less than someone using an iron tongs to tear the nerves and flesh under the skin.

at the same time.

Before the vice-president understood what Teacher Zhang said, he felt an indescribable feeling of 'separation from one's own flesh and blood'.

It felt like being given anesthesia and then the doctor used a scalpel to cut my flesh and blood. It was a very strange feeling of peeling.

He had also experienced this feeling of peeling when he injured his wrist.

"Is this... an anesthetic?" The vice president didn't know how someone could achieve such a rapid anesthesia through a single technique, but now he had witnessed it.

But then, as Zhang Feng pressed on his tendons, with his ever-changing strength and resonance, he made the flesh and blood in his palm reach an overclocked resonance state.

Buzz —

It seemed like a moment, but also like several minutes had passed.

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

But he didn't lose consciousness for long.

Zhang Feng withdrew his hand and said to the vice president, who was gradually coming back to his senses, "Doctor Wu."

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

"Your physical condition is too low." Zhang Feng noticed his expression, "That's why you experience 'absence syndrome' when you overclock. This is because your entire neural network is shaken.

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

Zhang Feng had something else to say.

That is, if the shaking lasts for another few tens of seconds, he will fall into "brain death".

"It's been repaired now." Zhang Feng didn't say these scary words, but gently pointed to the scalpel on the table, "Would you like to try again?"

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

This time, his hands were steady, without any shaking.

"Teacher Zhang! I can go back now!"

When Dr. Wu saw this scene, tears couldn't help but flow down his face.

Seeing Dr. Wu like this, Zhang Feng stood up and walked to him. He patted his shoulder as if he was taking care of a child and said,
“Don’t mention the words of thanks.

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

Because I am currently working on a project on human big data testing.

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

Of course, if your hospital doesn’t have a relevant punishment system, I will pay them some compensation and won’t let them help in vain.”

"Helper?" Doctor Wu was stunned at first, but then he quickly realized what was happening and said affirmatively, "During your rest time, you can practice medicine outside or stay in the clinic, there is no problem.

Your martial arts school will be no problem at all!"

……

The next few days.

Zhang Feng stayed at home.

Because the noise in the museum is all about installing machines, and there are technicians from the factory testing the machines.

Relatively speaking, it's much quieter at home.

Zhang Feng also used this time to improve his physical condition through resonance while continuing to open his spiritual realm.

Before I knew it, it was the seventh night.

The spirit is opened to 73%
Zhang Feng was practicing his spiritual practice while running at night. His movements were a little awkward, but no one cared.

then.

I still run at night and leave early, returning home before ten o'clock.

Wash yourself up.

At eleven o'clock, Zhang Feng lay on the bed, covered with a quilt because it was cold, and looked at the countdown of the level 3 world with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)