"Eh?"
It was as if Luo Nan was looking at a reenactment of the difficult problem he had encountered in the past. Judging from the current situation, it was clear that the Soul Envoy's body couldn't bear the infusion of Mo Lun's soul energy and was damaged. How would Mo Lun solve this problem? In the event of an accident, he couldn't command the Soul Envoy, who could be cut into pieces at any time, to fight, could he?
With the Wraith Sign acting as a fulcrum and cover, Luo Nan opened his God Perspective to conduct a comprehensive observation of Mo Lun.
Mo Lun was completely unaware of this. He adjusted step by step, allowing the Soul Envoy to gradually adapt to the infusion of soul power. Luo Nan had already exposed his method of operating energy and information back at the Wraith Sign. Luo Nan observed and guessed, and he was able to figure out most of Luo Nan's steps.
… Is that so? Luo Nan was like an apprentice. He followed the movements of his instructor and began to try them out.
The first is self-limitation.
He adjusted the rhythm of his soul's breathing and slowed down the speed and efficiency of his energy and information circulation. He even intentionally blocked some of them to reduce the enormous pressure on his body.
The range of Luo Nan's mental senses began to greatly shrink. From a radius of eight hundred meters, it shrunk all the way to less than ten meters.
At this point, it was only about 1% of the soul's spiritual senses. No matter what, it couldn't shrink any further. This was the bottom line for maintaining the soul's current configuration and rhythm. It was a "basic unit". But even so, it was nearly twice as large as the five-meter radius yesterday morning, and the information processing pressure was still not small.
This was the second step: keeping a distance.
Luo Nan followed Mo Lun's method and let his soul lean into the depths of the mental plane. He maintained a state that was neither close nor distant from his fleshly body …. Well, it was like he was dreaming.
Mo Lun had used this method to reduce the pressure on the spirit envoy's body. However, the biggest problem was that the information exchange between the material and the spiritual plane was somewhat stagnant, which affected the secretion of some neurotransmitters. His mind was in a trance, similar to sleepwalking or even taking drugs.
In the end, this was only a temporary measure, and it wasn't a permanent solution.
Luo Nan was a bit disappointed. But in any case, this method helped him extricate himself from his awkward state of paralysis.
After Mo Lun completed the "Sending Soul", he did not rush to leave the nightclub. Instead, he took the Magic Talisman out of the box and wandered around the nightclub.
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He walked around, adjusting the soul attachment form to the best state.
Luo Nan temporarily lost the value of observation, and his mind flowed back. He could not help but yawn, nearly falling asleep. He didn't want to use sleep to scare people anymore, so he suppressed his sleepiness and sat up on the bed unsteadily.
Faint sunlight shone through the curtains into the room. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was morning.
Luo Nan thought about the twists and turns and chaos of the first half of the night and the flow of time during this time. The stark contrast between before and after made Luo Nan feel rather emotional for a time.
He took another deep breath, but when he was halfway through, the itchiness in his throat suddenly exploded, and the airflow diverged, choking him to death. He coughed repeatedly, and almost couldn't breathe.
At this moment, the communicator at the head of the bed rang on its own, and his aunt's extremely surprised voice came through.
"Nannan, you're awake!"
He wanted to greet his Aunt, but his violent cough made it impossible for Luo Nan to open his mouth. He could only force himself to raise his hand in response.
The intensive care unit that Luo Nan was in was specially arranged by the Society through the hospital. It was monitored 24 hours a day, and it was equipped with both professional and robotic care … … Actually, the basic purpose was to refuse the company of his family, to make room for the following operations.
Because of the hospital's regulations, Mrs. Luo Shuqing could only use online video to check on Luo Nan's current situation. She never expected to see Luo Nan turn over and sit up the first time she checked on him in the early morning. This was a pleasant surprise, and it was no small matter.
But when she saw Luo Nan's situation of endless coughing, she couldn't help but worry. Right when she was about to call for medical personnel, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a mighty procession of doctors and nurses came in. The daily routine ward round had begun.
Mr. Bai was astonishingly among the crowd, and he was in the center position. Luo Nan's attending physician had to address this little old man, who had casually put on a white coat, as "Professor Bai". He was extremely respectful.
"Oh, the little fellow is awake. This saves us quite a bit of trouble."
A nurse came forward to do a routine examination while Mr. Bai was joking. She pulled out the monitoring data from last night for Mr. Bai to look through.
Mr. Bai had long since determined what happened last night. He just scanned the data and continued to joke with Luo Nan: "...... What's going on with your forehead? You didn't wake up from the fall, right? "
The wound on Luo Nan's forehead was a tear in the epidermis.
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The wound had already scabbed over and stopped bleeding. It looked as if he had been hung by something. There was only a shallow wound on his forehead, which was more eye-catching.
"Cough. I don't know where I hit it." Luo Nan still couldn't stop coughing. His words were intermittent.
Mr. Bai walked over with a beaming smile. He checked Luo Nan's body's condition step by step. In other words, he rolled his eyelids and so on.
At the same time, Mr. Bai's voice transmitted into Luo Nan's HexaEar: "Idiot. Shouldn't you be saying something like 'Why am I here'?"
"Cough … … Why am I here?" Luo Nan's mind had always been dizzy due to the side effects of the blood pressure reduction. He really did say whatever he was told to say. He was extremely obedient.
Mr. Bai was very happy. Luo Nan's age was indeed more than enough to be his grandson. He immediately patted Luo Nan's head in passing, expressing "This child is worth teaching". Then he said:
"It's nothing. This kid must have been under a lot of pressure recently. He's a bit mentally weak … … His parents are here right? Report the situation later."
"I'll be right downstairs."
Mrs. Luo Shuqing didn't go home yesterday. She stayed at a hotel near the hospital. She informed her husband when she saw that Luo Nan was awake. Then she rushed over. She watched the entire process of the hospital examination through a video feed. She hurried to give a response through the communication device at the head of the bed.
"No rush. No rush."
Mr. Bai spoke with his mouth, but he grabbed Luo Nan's two hands. He indicated for Luo Nan to open up his left hand between his thumb and forefinger. His right thumb gently kneaded and pressed. He demonstrated the contact points, technique, and strength: "You're coughing badly. Just deal with it like this for now. Concentrate your mind. Don't be distracted. Okay?"
Luo Nan did as he was told. Sure enough, the symptoms of his coughing were somewhat alleviated. He nodded in agreement on the spot.
Mr. Bai walked out with his hands behind his back, beaming with smiles. However, the connection with the HexaEar was never cut off. He shared information with Luo Nan, letting Luo Nan know of his upcoming journey.
Mr. Bai symbolically checked a few more patients before meeting with Mrs. Luo Shuqing. The following words were different from what he said in the ward:
"Looking at the situation, it can be preliminarily confirmed that it's a disorder of the autonomic nervous system. It's caused by great pressure or anger … … Did you vent your anger on your family last night?"
Mr. Bai adopted the attitude of a charlatan. He asked a question he already knew the answer to. He immediately drew Mrs. Luo Shuqing into a trap.
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