I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

"I just seemed to see the pretty nurse sister who was so beautiful. People, why not?"

The fat thief looked around and looked around. All his spirits were concentrated on the five-finger hypnotism that Yang Fan passed to him. There was only a vague sense of the occurrence of everything around him.

It seems as if I saw Chen Hao swaying in front of his eyes, the beheading posture, the buttocks twisted straight, I did not expect this to wake up, but people are gone.

I feel very disappointed.

It’s hard to practice five-finger hypnotism. He is trying to find an experimental subject to show his skills.

Yang Fan raised his finger at the door and said softly: "Chen nurse just went out. When I left, I complained about why you ignored her."

“Really?!” An Sheng’s eyes lit up and couldn’t wait for a moment, and he rushed out.

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head. This little fat man, the revenge is really heavy. It wasn’t that he was hypnotized by the young lady’s sister before, and there was no real success. As for this?

Looking at An Sheng out of the door, only Yang Fan and Song Zi'an who were still unconscious in bed were left in the ward.

Yang Fan no longer hesitated, and waved his hand gently at Song Zi'an, meditation in his heart: "Primary therapy!"

The mental power was pulled out according to certain rules, and the surrounding spiritual powers also gathered together. As if suddenly there was life, they went to the place where Song Zi'an was hurt.

"Hmm~!"

Song Zian unconsciously snorted, with a hint of refreshment in his pain, and his brow wrinkled and slowly stretched out.

The process of healing lasted for about three seconds. Yang Fan clearly felt that Song Zi'an's blood fluctuations were rising steadily, and the life energy was no longer as weak as before.

"You used primary therapy for the 7th-level martial artist Song Zi'an. The skill was released successfully. Song Zi'an's internal wounds healed slightly and his vitality was +100."

"You use primary therapy for the 7th-level martial arts Song Zi'an, treatment success, mental strength +1, skill proficiency +2."

The system prompts that, although it is said that the injury in Song Zi'an is slightly healed, but in Yang Fan's view, Song Zi'an is actually better than half, the broken bone is reset, the internal bleeding is completely stopped, and then he is based on his seven-level martial arts. The resilience, plus a hundred points of life energy supplement, can be restored in one day.

This kind of healing effect has far exceeded Yang Fan's psychological expectations. Although primary therapy can't completely restore a serious injury like Song Zi'an, it can be very good to save your life at a crucial moment.

Very practical nurse skills, there will be a chance to go out to the city to hunt the monsters, even if only relying on this advantage, he can also have a place in the demon team.

After all, whether it is playing games or in reality, the role of a nurse is indispensable.

Yang Fan's figure was awkward, his head was a little dizzy, and the use of primary therapy directly consumed his twenty-two mental energy. Now he has only 16 points of available spiritual reserves.

This feeling is very bad, even in the game, he is always used to reserve some mental strength in case of any eventuality, in reality, this should be the case, because you never know when there will be danger, no after Hands, no hidden cards, no sense of security.

"There must be no more waves in the future. How to waste your mental strength, and reserve a skill reserve that can save lives."

Yang Fan warned himself in the bottom of his heart. After all, it is the end of the world. You must not relax your vigilance because of some details and scenes in the city. The beasts outside the city are always watching, and the people in the city are not necessarily all good people. Be careful not to be wrong. .

"唔~!"

On the hospital bed, Song Zian frowned slightly, and after a gentle snoring, he slowly opened his eyes.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and there was some itching on his sternum and ribs. He couldn't help but want to raise his hand and rub his chest. As a result, his eyes just opened and he saw a disgusting feeling. A smile that is extremely fearful.

Yang Fan is at the top of the house, looking down at Song Zi'an, the smile on his face seems to be very sincere, laughing with a flower.

But I don't know why, Yang Fan smiled more, Song Zi'an felt more chilling, and there was a scene in the brain where a weasel stood in front of the chicken cage.

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

"What is this special thing? Are the people in the class all dead? Why do you let the murderer who injured me stand in front of my bed so arguing that I am not fast enough?"

"Where is Zhao Wei? Where is Xia Wei? And Xu Le, Gao Bin, why aren't they all? Why should I let such a seriously injured person face Yang Fan alone?!"

Song Zi was flustered in a batch, and all the gang friends and his friends in the class were smashed in his mind. I didn’t expect that these people could not count on the critical moment.

This is Yang Fan, a waste that he did not care about. Now the salted fish turned over and put a set of wild cows into the monsters of the great perfection.

Until now, Song Zian still couldn't forget his shot and attack on Yang Fan. Yang Fan's feeling of powerlessness and fear when he fell on him was impossible to avoid and irresistible. At that moment, he even felt the call of death.

It is terrible!

If possible, Song Zian definitely does not want to go through the second time!

"Song Zian, I saw that I am here to take care of you, I am not touched, I am not surprised, is it unexpected?" Yang Fan looked at Song Zi'an with a gentle tone: "Do you feel that the whole world is full of love for you?"

Song Zi'an's mouth is a little bit, and it's intimidating to go to special care. It is the whole world that is full of deep malice against him!

"Yang Fan, what do you want to be? I have said that before, it was a misunderstanding. I really never thought about being embarrassed with you."

Song Zi'an's Yu Guang glanced at the door of the ward and found that there was nothing left, even a care worker, and his heart was half cold.

Yang Fan smiled and looked at Song Zi'an with a squint: "So, I also feel very puzzled. We usually have two wells in the water, and the students have not even said three sentences in three years. No complaints. No enmity, why do you suddenly jump out to find me trouble?"

"Don't say anything misunderstood. If I am promoted, I will be arrogant. Although my martial arts talent is not very good, my mind is still there, and it is clear whether it is black and white."

Song Zi'an smiled: "But all this is really just a misunderstanding. If you don't say this, what do you want me to say?"

The mouth is quite stiff.

It seems that the lessons he gave him in the classroom before are still not enough.

Yang Fan was too lazy to talk to him again, and wait a little longer, Zhang Fengqi and Chen Yu, they will be ready to come to Song Zi'an to heal the wounded. There is not much time for him to talk alone with Song Zi'an.

Can't be delayed anymore!

"I originally wanted to save a little bit of mental strength. I didn't expect this one, all of them are not worrying!"

Yang Fan sighed and slowly rushed to Song Zian to extend his right hand.

What a finger is too much ink, the real man will come up with his strongest state as soon as he comes up.

All five fingers stretched out, and with the spirit of Yang Fan spilling out, I immediately attracted Song Zi'an's heart.

In fact, Song Zi'an was originally rejected. After all, in the martial arts room, he once saw that Yang Fan was so stretched out that the yellow bell of the sixth division of the martial arts was directly smashed, and the cattle could not do it.

Therefore, when he saw Yang Fan rushing to him and extending his right hand palm, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes, twist his head to one side, and not to live on the right hand to glance at it.

However, he did not expect that Yang Fan did not idle his left hand while extending his right hand. He directly held his forehead and opened his eyelids, forcing him to squint.

Tai Te is bullying people!

Song Zi’s heart was filled with anger and anger. In the mind, 10,000 MMPs greeted Yang Fan and the ancestors behind him, but soon his consciousness became confused and he became no longer his own.

Yang Fan reached out and patted his left face: "Small, fight with the brother, you are still tender."

Song Zi'an did not speak, his expression had become sluggish, and his perception of the outside world was basically zero.

"You have shown a five-finger hypnotism to the seven-level martial artist Song Zi'an. The hypnosis is successful. Song Zi'an is in hypnosis. Your understanding of the five-finger hypnotism has been improved. Spiritual strength +1, spiritual will +1, skill proficiency + 2."

Yang Fan looked at his own mental strength, leaving eleven points. Hypnotism is not a professional spiritual cheat after all, and it consumes little. If it is not for his purpose to enhance the effect of hypnosis, but not to use a little mental strength, in fact, can also achieve the purpose of hypnosis, but only to spend more time.

"Talk about it, why should you be an enemy of me?" Yang Fan asked again to speak to Song Zi'an.

Song Zi'an did not express his expression with emotion and emotion: "It is Xia Wei. She said that if I dare to attack you, I will accept the invitation to dinner with her tonight."

Yang Fan brows his head and does not expect his future and destiny. In the eyes of these classmates, he is only worth a chance to have dinner with a beautiful woman.

Xia Wei, actually, she is really a ghost in the dark.

“Why?” Yang Fan continued to ask: “Is it true that Xia Wei will not come to me for no reason?”

"Because of the flower month." Song Zi Andao: "Every time she enters the classroom with Huayue, your eyes are always on the body of Huayue. Even if you don't even look at her, she feels that she has been humiliated. Not comfortable."

puff!

Yang Fan wants to vomit blood, can this be a reason? Just because Laozi only looks at the flowers and does not look at you, do you hate it?

What kind of psychology is this, Yang Fan does not remember that he is so popular among these girls?

Hey!

Hearing the invisible footsteps outside, Yang Fan shook his head slightly and whispered a few words to Song Zi'an. After a dozen fingers, Song Zi'an slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

At the same time, the door of the ward was opened, and Zhang Fengqi walked in. Chen Hao followed him, pushing some joints and medicines to stop the bones.

Ansheng Baba’s body behind Chen Hao’s face smugly squinted at Yang Fan’s eyebrows and looked at him like it had been tested successfully. The look of Chen’s nurse was indeed a little different from when she went out.

In this regard, Yang Fan is not surprised. As a first-class spiritual master, the mental strength is five to ten times that of ordinary martial arts. If you can't hypnotize Chen Hao, you can only explain that this is a fat man. It is too wasteful.

"Hey? The injury of this classmate seems to have recovered!"

Just look at it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhang Fengqi noticed the abnormality of Song Zi'an and quickly went to the front and reached out and took the right hand pulse of Song Zi'an.

"It’s really better than half!"

"But how is this possible? If you have a broken bone for a hundred days, even if it is a sinister warrior, you will suffer from such a broken bone, plus the recovery treatment of the elixir, at least three to ten days of recovery. It is impossible to be even faster!"

Zhang Fengqi has a feeling of seeing ghosts.

He is very sure of the severity of the injury in Song Zion's body. It is a serious injury that will be completely played after only one step. It is unreasonable that only ten minutes of effort can be restored to the point where he can be discharged from the hospital.

But now, the facts are in front of his eyes. The internal hemorrhage at the lungs of Song Zi'an has completely stopped. The cracks in the sternum are completely repaired. The broken ribs are automatically restored and connected. The method of bone fixation is perfect, and the bones are completely closed. A stagnation, even if Zhang Fengqi personally shot, can not do such precision and perfection.

This method of bones is simply art.

More importantly, in the body of Song Zi'an, Zhang Fengqi did not notice any traces of elixir, spiritual fruit or even psionic power. This shows that at least within the last twenty-four hours, Song Zian did not take any external healing drugs.

Zhang Fengqi couldn't help but look around and look at Yang Fan, who had been standing in front of the hospital bed. He wanted to ask, what happened to Song Zi'an in the five minutes after he went out to prepare the instruments and medicines?

In this world, how can there be such magical medical skills that even in such a short period of time, a person with a broken sternum and a serious injury will almost completely recover?

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