Start the liver experience with push-ups

The morning mist of winter had not yet dissipated, and the smell of disinfectant already permeated the streets.

Around eight o'clock, three epidemic prevention vehicles with red crosses were parked in front of the tenement building.

Disinfection personnel in white protective suits were debugging pulse fog machines, the metal nozzles faintly gleaming with a cold luster in the morning light.

A temporary testing point was set up in the open space in front of the building entrance.

At this moment, a slightly chaotic long line had already formed.

Several police officers walked back and forth with megaphones, shouting loudly to help maintain order.

The residents of the tenement building, with a hint of nervousness, came out of their homes and joined the free medical examination queue.

During this period approaching the New Year, there were probably less than a hundred migrant workers who remained here.

Usually it seems relatively deserted, but suddenly everyone was squeezed together, and it immediately felt like a bustling market.

"Alas, it's almost the New Year, and this kind of bad thing actually happened!"

"Do you know? The murder case at He Yao's house the day before yesterday, the murderer was a monster."

Now that they were gathered together, they couldn't help but discuss the events of the past two days, sharing the news they had heard from each other.

There were also young mothers in the queue holding several-year-old children, bursting into cries.

This immediately made the atmosphere at the scene even more chaotic.

"Brother, Sister Zhou…"

Wen Xin, who was standing in the queue, looked timid and glanced back at Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei standing behind her.

Listening to the neighbors' alarmist words, she seemed very worried that she and others would also be infected with this terrifying virus.

Fang Cheng reached out and touched her head to reassure her.

Zhou Xiumei also said a few words of comfort.

At this moment, a crisp female voice sounded beside them.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. This virus is not very contagious. Later, they will just measure your temperature and draw some blood. It won't hurt."

The speaker was one of the female specialists sent by the Special Search Team to assist the police in solving the case.

She had a smile on her face and seemed to especially like children, appearing quite kind and loving.

As she spoke, she went to coax the baby next to her who was crying incessantly.

Fang Cheng only glanced at her indifferently, his expression showing no unusual changes except for a hint of curiosity.

Wen Huiyi seemed a little too nervous and thanked her repeatedly.

Based on the conversation between this woman and her companion that he had overheard, Fang Cheng knew her real name.

It seemed… her name was Cheng Le Yi.

As for the other Special Search Team specialist, a man with a stubble beard.

He was also standing not far away, constantly scanning the crowd lined up in a long queue.

He seemed to be looking for unknown monsters that might be hiding among the residents.

Sensing that the woman's gaze occasionally drifted to him, Fang Cheng pretended not to notice.

He just raised his eyes and looked at the medical staff at the testing point in front.

Two doctors sat behind the collection table, methodically performing detailed health checks on each resident.

While Fang Cheng was contemplating in his mind, he occasionally exchanged a few words with Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin.

Amidst the whispering voices, the queue slowly moved forward.

Perhaps because the waiting time was too long.

The two Special Search Team specialists seemed a little impatient and went back to sit in a car on the side of the street, watching the long line of people waiting for the physical examination from a distance.

It was almost half past ten when it was finally Wen Huiyi and Wen Xin's turn.

Fang Cheng stood behind them, observing the specific medical examination items performed by the doctor.

First, they used equipment such as a sphygmomanometer and a thermometer to measure blood pressure, heart rate, and body temperature.

Then, they asked the examinee to open their mouth wide to check the condition of their mouth and teeth, and also wiped their tongue coating and throat with a cotton swab, placing it in a reagent bottle.

Finally, there was the blood test.

The doctor drew about two milliliters of blood and then carefully stored the blood sample in a refrigerator.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but speed up a little.

Soon—it was his turn.

Fang Cheng took a light breath and instantly adjusted his whole body state.

Then, he sat calmly in front of the collection table.

The doctor routinely performed blood pressure and heart rate tests first.

Fang Cheng took the initiative to roll up his sleeves and extend his arm.

Generally speaking, athletes with better physical fitness will have lower blood pressure and heart rate than ordinary people.

This is because it involves the issue of maximum oxygen uptake during high-intensity exercise.

Maximum oxygen uptake is one of the important bases for selecting athlete seedlings, and it is also an important indicator reflecting the human body's aerobic exercise capacity.

Under the same conditions, the more oxygen the human body can absorb and use, the more power it can provide for exercise.

There are many factors that affect maximum oxygen uptake, mainly including the heart's pumping function, genetic factors, age, and gender.

The most direct manifestation is in the resting heart rate.

The resting heart rate of most ordinary people is between 60-100 beats/min.

Professional athletes usually have between 40 and 60 beats per minute, and top professional athletes can even reach below 40.

If Fang Cheng does not deliberately control his heart rate, the normal state is basically maintained at around 20.

At the same time, because of the powerful heart function and enhanced myocardial contractility, each heartbeat can pump out more blood, so it does not require too high blood pressure to maintain the body's blood supply needs.

As early as when his mental attribute was only 20 points, Fang Cheng began to try to perceive and control the changes in his body functions.

Now his mental attribute is as high as 43 points, and he has mastered Qigong and meditation, and has the ability of internal vision.

His subtle control over every muscle and every blood vessel throughout his body has reached a level that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It can be said that as long as it is within the range that the body can withstand, Fang Cheng can freely control the speed of his heartbeat and the change in body temperature.

At the lowest time, entering the fetal breathing state, it only beats once every few minutes, and the body temperature drops to about 10 ℃.

When it is necessary to explode power, such as when using the Qilin Arm, the heart will also be like a motor, with the power turned on to the highest, instantly pumping out sufficient blood to ensure sufficient energy supply.

Now, Fang Cheng only made a slight adjustment, and kept his blood pressure, heart rate, and body temperature within the healthy range of normal people.

It is roughly equivalent to a professional athlete, slightly stronger than ordinary people.

He smoothly passed the first three physical examination items, showing everything normal.

Next is the oral and dental examination.

Fang Cheng understood the general intention of this test, and he cooperated without any worries.

Because, he is indeed not a man-eating monster.

The first few physical examination items were relatively easily dealt with.

Only the final blood test is a daunting challenge.

This is true for both the doctor and Fang Cheng himself.

The doctor who performed the physical examination for Fang Cheng's row of team was a relatively young lady.

With practiced skill, she tightened the tourniquet on his upper forearm, then gently patted it, signaling him to relax.

Fang Cheng remained calm, recalling the ultimate state of relaxation he achieved while practicing Tai Chi, having already completely relaxed his body's muscles.

He wanted to make his arm feel softer to the touch, while also hoping to avoid the awkward situation of the needle not being able to penetrate.

Fortunately, perhaps to ensure a more stable sample and more accurate test results,

the doctor chose to draw blood from a vein rather than pricking his finger.

You should know that with Fang Cheng's current physique and the Iron Fist special effect, coupled with the effects of long-term exercise, the hardness of his fingers, even if not comparable to real steel, was not far off.

Venous blood draws target the superficial veins, located beneath the skin and above the muscle tissue.

Only the outermost layer of skin tissue needs to be pierced.

Although Fang Cheng's skin was also extremely resilient, it was still worth a try.

If it were a finger prick, Fang Cheng doubted that no matter how relaxed and cooperative he was, he could allow the slender needle to penetrate even a little.

Even so, the first blood draw was unsuccessful.

"Don't be nervous, try to relax," the female doctor said, holding the blood collection needle, trying to insert the needle into the vein on the inside of his forearm, but feeling like she was stabbing thick cowhide.

She thought Fang Cheng was too tense, so she reminded him.

She then tried twice more, still without success, and in the end, even the needle was bent.

The doctor even began to doubt her own skills, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Looking at the incredibly robust arm muscles, she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Fang Cheng then smiled at her slightly, and gently comforted her:

"Don't worry, I don't feel any pain. You've been working hard all day, take a breather and rest for a bit."

The female doctor heard this, looked up at the sunny and handsome man in front of her.

Her face flushed slightly, and she nodded quickly:

"Yes."

Then she shook her hand, took a few deep breaths, and tried again with a new blood collection needle.

Looking at the gleaming needle tip, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he silently circulated his true energy.

His facial expression seemed calm, but within his body, the wind and clouds surged, and his blood boiled.

Countless breaths ebbed and flowed like the tide, surging and turbulent, eventually condensing into a shocking wave, rushing towards his right arm.

At the moment the needle fell,

the pores on his right forearm suddenly loosened and opened up.

As faint white vapor rose out, the pores in a very small, specific area even expanded to their limit, allowing the slender needle tip to penetrate smoothly.

In the instant of opening and closing, each pore was like a black hole.

Immediately afterward, a suction force was generated, actually pulling the needle in, until it penetrated into the deeper veins.

Poof!

In the eyes of outsiders, perhaps Fang Cheng's smile was too infectious, or perhaps the doctor had rested for a moment and recovered all her skills.

Finally, the needle went in smoothly and successfully.

Thick, dark red plasma was quickly drawn into the collection tube through the transparent tubing.

"Phew…"

The doctor exhaled a long breath, instantly appearing extremely relaxed.

Fang Cheng also breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just completed an extremely fierce battle.

Then he withdrew his power, smiled at the doctor.

To be honest, if it hadn't worked again, he was prepared to stick the needle in himself.

Fang Cheng had never imagined that one day, learning martial arts would be to cooperate with others in harming his own body.

The extremely difficult challenge of "drawing blood" was finally completed.

However, things were not over…

As Fang Cheng slowly stood up, his gaze suddenly swept across the doctor's chest, and then glanced at the cardboard box containing medical equipment behind her.

On her name tag, as well as the surface of the cardboard box, were printed the four characters "Ren'an Hospital."

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly, and he stood up nonchalantly, giving his place to Zhou Xiumei, who was waiting behind him.

"Brother!"

Wen Xin, who had finished her physical examination early, waved and called out.

Fang Cheng then walked over and stood beside her, waiting for Zhou Xiumei and his grandmother.

Inside the apartment building, epidemic prevention personnel in white protective suits were carrying disinfection tanks, disinfecting each household.

The pungent smell of disinfectant was extremely strong, and even people outside could clearly smell it.

Having not left the building for two days, many neighbors, like Fang Cheng, continued to stay outside, chatting.

Although they still couldn't cross the area surrounded by the cordon, at least they could get some fresh air, which was good.

Wen Xin begged her mother, wanting to go upstairs to play with Fang Cheng in the afternoon.

Being confined in the house for the past two days was really too suffocating.

Wen Huiyi couldn't resist her pestering and nodded in agreement.

Fang Cheng was thinking about things, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Then he swept over the streets and houses around the apartment building, and even the police, doctors, and special search team members.

In his mind, a vague plan gradually formed.

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The night was heavy, enveloping the cold city.

The wind howled outside the window, and hazy white frost flowers condensed on the glass.

The lights in the living room were warm yellow, and the TV screen flickered constantly.

Fang Cheng leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, comfortably resting on the coffee table.

On it were also piled several opened but unfinished snack bags, with potato chips and biscuits.

On the screen, a group of martial arts masters were fighting fiercely, wailing and howling.

It was the kung fu movie that Fang Cheng liked to watch.

Speaking of which, this disc had been borrowed from Wu Datong's store and had been overdue for half a month.

It wasn't until tonight that he remembered to play it.

Beside him, a series of beeping sounds from the buttons occasionally rang out, echoing the sounds of fists and feet from the TV.

Wen Xin sat cross-legged on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the screen of the game console in her hand.

She was completely immersed in the adventure world composed of pixelated characters in the picture.

This handheld game console, which had just been released not long ago, was a New Year's gift from Fang Cheng to her.

This girl lacked toys since she was a child, and once she got started, she couldn't stop at all.

Suddenly, she let out a cheer, seemingly having finally cleared the first level.

"Don't play yet, try my newly learned craft."

Zhou Xiumei carried a steaming homemade milk tea, and walked gracefully from the kitchen to the living room.

Smelling the rich aroma, Fang Cheng immediately got up to take it, took a hearty sip, and praised it.

Being sealed off in the building doesn't necessarily mean that it's all depression and anxiety, at least there are these moments of leisure when everyone gathers together.

The three held milk tea in their hands, drinking, talking and laughing.

Time passed quickly, almost ten o'clock.

Wen Huiyi came upstairs to call Wen Xin back to sleep.

The little girl could only reluctantly wave goodbye.

Zhou Xiumei helped tidy up the house, and was about to leave when

Fang Cheng suddenly stopped her, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed them to her.

"Brother Cheng, what is this?" Zhou Xiumei couldn't help but look at the keys with a surprised expression.