Big Data Cultivation

"Oh," Ms. Yang nodded ignorantly, not knowing why, she always felt that there was something wrong with the master's wording.

For the first time ... not too long ... used ... can last ...

"Okay," Feng Jun clapped his hands and said in a straight voice, "You can observe again in the afternoon. If you think it is indeed effective, the medical care can be dismissed and the equipment is taken away ... I don't want to have too much treatment for the next step. Many people watched. "

After talking, he turned around and got out of the car. Ms. Yang's eyes were sharp, and she noticed that sweat stains could be seen on his vest.

For Feng Jun, do n’t look at him as the third layer of Qi refining, but the operation of transporting Reiki quickly and allowing Reiki to penetrate the body of the other party is also very laborious, and this is the first time, it is difficult to reclaim.

Ms. Yang does not know this. She only knows that the master is a very handsome and handsome guy. Now that she smells of a sweaty male smell, thinking of the daughter's humming just now, she felt a little swollen for a while.

After all, her husband died in a car accident for seven years.

However, thinking about the glamorous young woman in the car, she was a bit ashamed.

If she is ten years younger, she is not afraid to compare with each other, but now ... she is indeed not young.

At this moment, her daughter coughed violently, waking her from a trance.

Xiao Hui was lying on the edge of the sofa, coughing lifelessly against a washbasin. Pieces of black blood clots sized from rice squirted out of her mouth and fell into the washbasin, even making a popping noise.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people came to the car with hula and saw that she was coughing up blood, and immediately a medical staff rushed over, "Quickly, ventilator, she can't exercise vigorously, immediately check the blood oxygen concentration ..."

After some frustration, Xiao Hui said that she felt very comfortable coughing, and had not been so comfortable for a long time.

The black blood clot she coughed up was checked by the medical staff, and she was surprised to find, "A large amount of calcified cell tissue was found ..."

In short, the ... fibrosis of the lungs has begun to be actively updated!

Ms. Yang was in a state of embarrassment for a while before she asked in disbelief, "That means ... is it getting better?"

"This ..." the thin middle-aged woman hesitated and replied carefully. "It is not certain at this time whether this phenomenon is temporary or needs to be observed."

The chunky Tiange didn't listen to this explanation, "My aunt asked, did it start to get better?"

The middle-aged woman nodded hesitantly, "Theoretically, this should be a good phenomenon ... but the reason is to be investigated."

"Okay," Ms. Yang made a decision. "Once again, Xiaotian helped me get in touch with the car. There was no other problem before dark. Find a hotel near you. Please stay and rest ... hard work It's been so long. "

She was still cautious. Before her daughter's illness improved, although she believed the young and handsome master indefinitely, she had only one daughter and could not afford to gamble.

The thin lady was so reluctant to leave that way, but she nodded in the end, "Alright, watch again for an afternoon."

After all, she uses money to do things. From the perspective of a doctor, she very much hopes to clarify the principle of the solution. However ... Some supernatural phenomena have been involved, and she learned a part of it, and it is difficult to carry out practical operations.

"This matter is to be kept confidential," Ms. Yang continued to say, "Xiaotian, add some fees ... Sign a confidentiality agreement, I don't want the master to be harassed by others."

The chunky young man hesitated and asked, "Auntie, this ... can he do it?"

Auntie looked at him, "Xiaohui is much better, and people haven't set conditions with us ... this is definitely not a liar."

That afternoon, Xiao Hui's condition was clearly improving, even if no medical equipment was needed.

The chunky Tiange found another CMB bus. When the night came, all the people were taken away, as well as a lot of medical equipment-they were in a four-star hotel seven or eight kilometers away. And booked a room.

On the big bus, Ms. Yang's mother and daughter, as well as one of her nieces-she has a bus license.

Feng Jun came at twelve in the evening. After he got on the bus, he froze for a moment, "Why are you three women ... that little sky?"

"He's gone to settle people," Ms. Yang replied with a smile. "He is my nephew, it's not always convenient. This is my nephew, who can drive the bus ... she doesn't need to get off the bus?"

Feng Jun glanced at her, "This time, you'd better get off the bus too, it will be more intense than noon ... you're **** here, I'm not good at it."

"It's okay, I won't care," Ms. Yang said very simply. "You just let go and do it, I can't watch it, can I?"

Facts have proved that she can't do it without seeing. Her ears are filled with the wailing and * of her daughter. For half an hour, she feels that she is facing the edge of collapse and she is soaked with sweat all over her body.

Immediately afterwards, she heard her daughter coughing violently, which caused her heart to jerky.

Even Feng Jun, who just got out of the car, heard the violent coughing sound and got on the car again-there are no medical staff here.

What Xiaohui coughed out was still a blood clot, but this time the blood clot was a little larger than that at noon. Many of them were soy bean-sized and half broad bean-sized blood clots.

These blood clots are not just black, but dark red with a hint of black.

Feng Jun didn't have any testing equipment, so he reached out directly to the horn.

After a ten-minute pulse, he withdrew his hand and said with a deep voice, "It's still getting better. Tonight, um, that ... a bit too hard, but for her, as long as it can be carried, it's not a bad thing.

When talking, there was lightning and thunder outside the car, but Feng Jun thought that he hadn't noticed it for a while.

Ms. Yang didn't even care about the weather. She cares more about her daughter. "Xiao Hui, how are you feeling?"

The girl took a deep breath and replied strenuously, "I ... huh, I feel much better."

At this moment, a thunder suddenly blew outside the car, the photos were pale, and his eyes could not be looked directly at.

It can almost be said that when I saw the flash, I heard thunder, and it was estimated that the thunder was only one or two hundred meters away from the bus.

Ms. Yang screamed in fright, her body jumped suddenly, and hugged Feng Jun.

Then ... this is embarrassing. In summer, everyone doesn't wear much.

Feng Jun has been doing this for a few days. Although Ms. Yang is a little older, she can still be regarded as a charm. Especially tonight, she also dressed up.

Even more embarrassing is that the lights in the bus are on, and her nephew and daughter are both in the car.

"Cough," Feng Jun coughed and raised her hand to pat her spine. "It's okay, the car can protect against lightning."

Ms. Yang let go of him with shame, but her body was still trembling slightly.

Her niece and daughter were not much better than her. They didn't have time to laugh at her, but screamed lifelessly.

"Okay," Feng Jun said with a deep voice, "You are in the car, I'm leaving."

"Uncle," Xiao Hui spoke tremblingly, and in horror, she spoke a lot smoother, "Can't you leave?"

If you don't leave, what's going on? Feng Jun thought about it, "That's OK, but I'm going to go outside and feel it."

Before they responded, he opened the door and quickly got off the train.

Ms. Yang murmured, "Experience outside the car ... what do you feel?"

Her nephew said, "Unfortunately, we can't turn off the power ... Yeah, it's raining, so big."

Generally speaking, the thunderstorm weather should be turned off as much as possible, but there are ventilators in the car for Xiaohui to use, there is no way to turn off the flame.

At this moment, it was another thunderstorm. Although it was a little farther away, it still shined brightly outside the window.

In this lightning, they saw Feng Jun.

I saw the master standing in the rain, raised his head to face the sky dome, his hands stretched out obliquely upwards, turned out to be a gesture of embracing thunder and lightning.

In fact, what Feng Jun wants to feel is this thunder, which is the power of heaven and earth in the thunder.

His thunderbolt is only a little bit, but it can't be perfected. He hopes to get some inspiration from thunderbolt ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~.

But his behavior, in the eyes of the three women, was really a bit dead.

Xiao Hui all got up and looked at him on the window of the car, "Mom, cough, this uncle, cough, are you looking for thunder?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Ms. Yang whispered to her, "Master is not an ordinary person, what should I do if he is heard?"

The thunder and lightning continued, and there was heavy rain outside the window. Feng Jun, who was more than 20 meters away from the bus, had not seen clearly.

Twenty minutes later, there was another lightning that was very close. In a bright white, Feng Jun's body shuddered and fell to the ground.

"Ah ~" The three women screamed lifelessly, exceptionally loud and long.

After yelling for a while, Ms. Yang spoke tremblingly, "Master ... will it be all right? Hurry, get me an umbrella."

She was very afraid of thunder and lightning, but ... the master could not have an accident, otherwise her daughter ’s life could not be saved.

The greatness of maternal love is here, obviously afraid of dying, but still facing with a scalp.

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter outside the window, "Ha ha, ha ha ha ha ... so thunder, another one ..."

The nephew's daughter must be certain, "It's the voice of the master, it sounds okay, don't go down, aunt. You can't hold an umbrella in thunderstorm days."

She was right, but Ms. Yang still took a flashlight, opened the car door, and shot in the direction of Feng Jun.

Across the waterfall like rain silk, she asked aloud, "Master ... Would you like to help?"

"It's okay!" Feng Jun's voice was unusually loud, and he sounded very excited. "Haha, this kind of thunder, it's better to have seventeen or eight more."

It was really good. After a thunder came down, it had to charge for a long time. Seventeen or eight thunder came down, and it had a spirit stone. He was caught off guard and was cut with a buttock. His body was really not hurt.