Chapter 139: Awesome Elementary Healing Technique

"I seemed to see that ridiculously beautiful nurse lady again just now, why is she not here?"

The fat man looked around with a pair of thief eyes, all his energy was concentrated on comprehending the five-finger hypnosis technique passed to him by Yang Fan, and he only had a vague sense of everything that happened around him.

It seemed as if he saw Chen Xin dangling in front of his eyes, scratching his head and posing, twisting his buttocks. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he disappeared.

I feel very disappointed.

After finally practicing the five-finger hypnotism, he was looking for an experiment subject to show off his skills.

Yang Fan raised his finger and pointed at the door, and said softly, "Nurse Chen just went out, and when she left, she complained about why you ignored her."

"Really?!" An Sheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait for a moment, so he rushed out.

Yang Fan chuckled and shook his head, this little fat man is really vengeful, he was hypnotized by a nurse lady before, but he didn't really succeed, so he is so fussy?

Watching An Sheng walk out of the room, only Yang Fan and Song Zian, who was still unconscious on the bed, were left in the ward.

Yang Fan no longer hesitated, waved his hand at Song Zian lightly, and said in his heart: "Elementary healing!"

The spiritual power was pulled out according to a certain law, and the surrounding spiritual power also gathered and became active, as if they suddenly had life, and they burrowed into Song Zian's injured place one after another.

"Hmm~!"

Song Zian hummed unconsciously, with a hint of relief in the pain, his brows furrowed slightly and then slowly relaxed.

The healing process lasted about three seconds, and Yang Fan clearly felt that Song Zian's qi and blood fluctuations were rising steadily, and his life energy was no longer as weak as before.

"You used a primary healing technique on Song Zian, a seventh-level warrior, and the skill was successfully released. Song Zian's internal wounds healed slightly, and his vitality was +100."

"You use the primary healing technique on Song Zian, a seventh-level martial artist, and the healing is successful. Mental power +1, skill proficiency +2."

A system prompt followed. Although it was said that Song Zian's injuries had healed slightly, in Yang Fan's view, Song Zian was actually more than half healed, the broken bones were reset, and the internal bleeding had completely stopped. Next, with his seventh-level warrior With his recovery ability, plus a hundred points of life energy, he will be able to recover in less than a day.

Such a healing effect has far exceeded Yang Fan's psychological expectations. Although the primary healing technique can't make a serious injury like Song Zian's complete recovery immediately, but it can save his life at a critical moment, which is actually very good.

Very practical nanny skills, if he has the opportunity to go out of the city to hunt monsters in the future, even with this advantage, he can occupy a place in the monster hunting team.

After all, whether playing games or in reality, a role like a nanny is indispensable.

Yang Fan's figure flickered, his head was a little dizzy, the use of the primary healing technique directly consumed 20 points of mental power, and now he only has 16 points of available mental power.

This feeling is very bad, even in the game, he always has the habit of reserving some mental power for unexpected events, especially in reality, because you never know when danger will come, and there is no future If you don't hide your hole cards, you don't feel safe.

"In the future, we must never be so wasteful again. No matter how much mental power is wasted, we must reserve a skill reserve that can save lives."

Yang Fan warned himself from the bottom of his heart that this is the end of the world after all, and he must not let his guard down just because of the small details and scenes in the city. The monsters outside the city are always watching, and the people in the city are not necessarily all good people. There is nothing wrong with being careful. .

"Oh~!"

On the hospital bed, Song Zian frowned slightly, and after moaning softly, he slowly opened his eyes.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and his sternum and ribs were also a little itchy. He couldn't help but wanted to raise his hand to rub his chest, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a picture that made him feel extremely disgusted. A terrified smile.

Yang Fan was condescending, looking down at Song Zian, the smile on his face seemed sincere, like a flower.

But for some reason, the more Yang Fan laughed, the more chilling Song Zian felt, and a scene of a weasel standing in front of the chicken coop appeared in his mind.

Unfortunately, he seems to be the shivering chicken in the cage.

"What the hell is going on? Are all the people in the class dead? Why did the murderer who injured me stand in front of my hospital bed so grandly, thinking that I didn't die fast enough?"

"Where is Zhao Chu? Where is Xia Zixuan? And Xu Le, Gao Bin, why aren't they all there? Why do you let a seriously injured person like me face this monster Yang Fan alone?!"

Song Zi'an panicked a lot, and scolded all his cronies and friends in the class in his head, but he didn't expect that none of them could be counted on at the critical moment.

This is Yang Fan, a waste that he didn't care about at first. Now Xianyu has turned over and cultivated a set of barbarian boxing to the monster of the Dzogchen realm.

Until now, Song Zian still can't forget the feeling of powerlessness and fear when Yang Fan casually hit him when he attacked Yang Fan, which was irresistible and irresistible. At that moment, he even felt the call of death.

It's really terrible!

If possible, Song Zian absolutely didn't want to experience it again!

"Student Song Zian, seeing me taking care of you here, are you moved, surprised, or surprised?" Yang Fan looked at Song Zian with a gentle tone: "Do you feel that the whole world is full of love for you?"

The corner of Song Zian's mouth twitched, to care for him so frankly, it should be a threat, because the whole world is full of deep malice towards him!

"Yang Fan, what exactly do you want? I've said it before. It was all a misunderstanding before. I really never thought of embarrassing you."

Song Zian glanced at the door of the ward from the corner of his eye, and found that it was empty, not even a nurse, and his heart felt cold in an instant.

Yang Fan smiled casually, and squinted his eyes at Song Zian: "So, I also feel very puzzled, the two of us have always been good friends, and our classmates haven't even said three words in three years, no complaints." No hatred, why did you suddenly jump out to trouble me?"

"Don't make any misunderstandings, talk nonsense about being jealous of my advancement, although my martial arts talent is not very good, but my brain is still there, and I can distinguish right from wrong."

Song Zian smiled bitterly: "But all of this is really just a misunderstanding. If you don't say that, what else do you want me to say?"

The mouth is still quite hard.

It seems that the lessons taught to him in the classroom were not enough.

Yang Fan didn't bother to talk to him any more. After a while, Zhang Fengyu and Chen Xin were going to come together to heal Song Zian's wounds. In fact, he didn't have much time to talk to Song Zian alone.

There is no longer any delay!

"I originally wanted to save a little mental power, but I didn't expect that all of these would make people worry!"

Yang Fan sighed softly, and slowly stretched out his right hand to Song Zian.

One finger and two are too ink marks, a real man will show his strongest state as soon as he comes up.

All five fingers stretched out, combined with Yang Fan's overflowing spiritual power, instantly attracted Song Zian's mind.

In fact, Song Zian originally refused. After all, in the martial arts room, he had seen Yang Fan stretch out his palm like this, and Huang Zhong, a sixth-level martial artist, directly knelt down. He was so awesome.

So, when he saw Yang Fan stretching out his right hand towards him, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes, turn his head to one side, and would not take a look at that right hand.

But he didn't expect that when Yang Fan stretched out his right hand, his left hand was also not idle. He directly pressed his forehead, opened his eyelids, and forced him to keep his eyes straight.

What a bully!

Song Zian felt grief and indignation, 10,000 words of MMP in his mind greeted Yang Fan and the ancestors behind him, but soon, his consciousness began to blur, and he no longer seemed to be himself.

Yang Fan reached out and patted his left cheek: "Little boy, fight with brother, you are still a little tender."

Song Zian didn't speak, his expression became dull, and his perception of the outside world was basically zero.

"You performed five-finger hypnotism on Song Zian, a seventh-level warrior, and the hypnosis was successful. Song Zian fell into a hypnotic state. Your understanding of five-finger hypnotism has improved a little, mental power +1, spiritual will +1, skill proficiency + 2."

Yang Fan took a look at his mental strength and found that there were eleven o'clock left. Hypnotism is not a professional spiritual secret technique after all, and it doesn't consume much. If it wasn't for him to enhance the effect of hypnosis, even if he didn't use a little mental power, he could actually achieve the purpose of hypnosis, but it would take more time.

"Tell me, why do you want to be my enemy?" Yang Fan asked Song Zian again.

Song Zian said in a flat voice without the slightest expression or emotion: "It's Xia Zixuan, she said that if I dare to sneak a punch at you, she will accept my invitation to have dinner with her tonight."

Yang Fan raised his brows, he didn't expect his future and destiny, in the eyes of these classmates, was only worth a chance to have dinner with a beautiful woman.

Xia Zixuan, it turned out that she was really the one who was behind the scenes.

"The reason?" Yang Fan continued to ask: "Xia Zixuan will not come to trouble me for no reason, right?"

"Because of Huayue." Song Zian said: "Every time she enters the classroom with Huayue, your eyes are always fixed on Huayue, and you don't even look at her. She feels that she has been humiliated and feels very sad. uncomfortable."

puff!

Yang Fan wanted to vomit blood, could this be a reason? Just because I only look at Huayue and not you, do you hold a grudge?

What kind of psychology is this, Yang Fan doesn't remember that he is so popular among these girls?

thump thud thump!

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Yang Fan shook his head slightly, and after whispering a few words to Song Zian, he snapped his fingers, and Song Zian slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

At the same time, the door of the ward was opened, Zhang Fengyu stepped in, and Chen Xin followed behind him, pushing some tools and medicines for bone setting and hemostasis.

An Sheng followed behind Chen Xin, winking at Yang Fan with pride, looking at him, as if the experiment had been successful, and Nurse Chen Xin's expression was indeed a little different from when she went out just now.

Yang Fan was not surprised by this. As a first-level psychiatrist, his mental power is five to ten times that of ordinary faded warriors. If Chen Xin can't be hypnotized by this, it can only show that An Sheng is a fat man. It's really useless.

"Huh? This classmate's injury seems to have recovered!"

With just one glance, Zhang Fengyu noticed Song Zian's abnormality, and quickly walked up to him, stretching out his hand to grasp the pulse of Song Zian's right hand.

"It's really more than half healed!"

"But how is this possible? A hundred days of injury, even for a retired warrior, with such a bone-breaking injury, coupled with the combined treatment of recovery elixir, it will take at least three to ten days of recovery , it can't be any faster!"

Zhang Fengyu felt like he had seen a ghost.

He was very sure of the severity of Song Zian's internal injury before, it was a serious injury that would be completely finished in just one step, and it didn't make sense that it took only ten minutes to recover to the point where he could be discharged from the hospital and healed on his own.

But now, the facts are in front of his eyes. The internal bleeding in Song Zian's lungs has been completely stopped, the crack in the sternum has been completely repaired, the broken ribs have automatically restored their connection, the bone joint method is perfect, and the bone sutures are completely closed. At a slight stagnation, even if Zhang Fengyu shot it himself, he would not be able to achieve such precision and perfection.

This kind of bone-setting method is simply art.

More importantly, in Song Zian's body, Zhang Fengyu didn't notice any traces of elixir, fruit or even psychic energy at all. This shows that, at least in the last twenty-four hours, Song Zian has never taken any external healing medicine at all.

Zhang Fengyu couldn't help turning his head to glance at Yang Fan who had been standing in front of the hospital bed, and really wanted to ask, what happened to Song Zian during the five minutes when he went out to prepare equipment and medicine?

In this world, how could there be such miraculous medical skills that could almost completely recover a man with a cracked sternum and a serious injury in such a short period of time?

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