"I think I saw that ridiculously beautiful nurse again just now. Where is she? Why isn't she here?"
Fatty looked around with his shifty eyes. Just now, he had focused all his attention on comprehending the Five-Finger Hypnosis Technique that Yang Fan had passed on to him. He only had a vague sense of everything that was happening around him.
It was as if he could see Chen Xin swaying back and forth in front of him, flirting with him and shaking her butt. He didn't expect that when he woke up, she would be gone.
He felt very disappointed.
It wasn't easy to master the Five-Finger Hypnosis Technique. He was just looking for a test subject to show off his skills.
Yang Fan pointed at the door and said calmly, "Nurse Chen just left. When she left, she was still complaining about why you ignored her."
"Really?!" An Sheng's eyes lit up. He couldn't wait any longer and rushed out with a whoosh.
Yang Fan smiled and shook his head. This little fatty was really vengeful. Wasn't he just hypnotized by the nurse once? It didn't really work. Did he have to be so calculative?
After An Sheng left the room, only Yang Fan and the unconscious Song Zian were left in the ward.
Yang Fan didn't hesitate anymore. He waved his hand lightly at Song Zian and said in his heart, "Elementary Healing Technique!"
His spiritual power was drawn out according to a certain pattern. The spiritual power in the surroundings also gathered and became active as if it suddenly had a life of its own. It drilled into the injured parts of Song Zian.
"Mm ~!"
Song Zian subconsciously let out a soft sound of acknowledgment. There was a hint of comfort in the pain. His brows furrowed slightly and then slowly relaxed.
The healing process lasted for about three seconds. Yang Fan clearly felt that Song Zian's vitality was rising steadily. His life force was no longer as weak as before.
"You used Elementary Healing Technique on Level 7 Martial Disciple Song Zian. Skill release successful. Song Zian's internal injuries healed slightly. Vitality + 100."
"You used Beginner Healing on Song Zi 'an, a Level 7 Martial Disciple. Healing successful. Mental Strength + 1, Skill Proficiency + 2."
The system prompt followed. Although it said that Song Zian's internal injuries had healed slightly, in Yang Fan's opinion, Song Zian had actually recovered by more than half. The broken bones had been reset, and the internal bleeding had been completely stopped. Next, with his recovery ability as a Level Seven Martial Disciple and the replenishment of a hundred life force points, he would be able to fully recover in less than a day.
This kind of treatment effect had far exceeded Yang Fan's psychological expectations. Although Elementary Healing couldn't completely heal a serious injury like Song Zian's, it could still save his life at a critical moment, which was already pretty good.
It was a very practical healing skill. In the future, if he had the chance to go out of the city to hunt Demonic Beasts, he would be able to have a place in the Demonic Beast Hunting Team just by relying on this advantage.
After all, whether it was in a game or in real life, a healer was indispensable.
Yang Fan's body swayed, and he felt a little dizzy. The use of Elementary Healing had directly consumed twenty points of his mental strength. Now, he only had sixteen points of mental strength in reserve.
This kind of feeling was very bad. Even in the game, he always had a habit of reserving some mental strength in case of an accident. In reality, it was even more so because you never knew when danger would befall you. Without a backup plan, without hiding a trump card, there was no sense of security.
"I can't be so reckless in the future. No matter how much mental strength I waste, I have to reserve a skill that can save my life."
Yang Fan warned himself in his heart. After all, this was the end of the world. He couldn't let his guard down just because of some details and scenery in the city. The Demonic Beasts outside the city were always eyeing the city covetously. The people in the city weren't necessarily all good people. There was no harm in being careful.
"Ugh!"
On the bed, Song Zi 'an's eyebrows trembled slightly. After a soft groan, he slowly opened his eyes.
He felt a little stuffy in his chest. His sternum and ribs were also a little itchy. He could not help but raise his hand to rub his chest. In the end, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a smiling face that made him feel extremely disgusted and fearful.
Yang Fan looked down at Song Zi 'an from above. The smile on his face seemed very sincere, like a flower blooming.
However, for some reason, the more Yang Fan smiled, the more Song Zi 'an felt a chill in his heart. The image of a weasel standing in front of a chicken coop appeared in his mind.
Unfortunately, he seemed to be the shivering chicken in the cage.
"What the f * ck is going on? Are all the people in the class dead? Why are they letting the culprit who injured me stand in front of my bed so openly? Do they think I'm not dying fast enough? "
"Where's Zhao Zhu? Where's Xia Zixuan? And Xu Le and Gao Bin, why aren't they all here? Why are they letting a heavily injured person like me face a monster like Yang Fan alone?! "
Song Zi 'an was panicking. In his mind, he scolded all his bad friends in the class. He did not expect that he could not count on any of them at such a crucial moment.
This was Yang Fan, a useless person whom he did not care about at first. Now, he had turned over a new leaf and was a monster who had cultivated a set of Raging Bull Fist to perfection.
Until now, Song Zi 'an still could not forget the feeling of helplessness and fear when he sneaked an attack on Yang Fan. When Yang Fan's casual attack landed on him, there was no way to avoid it, no way to resist it. At that moment, he even felt the call of the Grim Reaper.
It was just too terrifying!
If it was possible, Song Zi 'an definitely did not want to experience it a second time!
"Song Zi 'an, are you touched to see me here taking care of you? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Yang Fan's tone was gentle as he looked at Song Zi 'an. "Do you feel that the entire world is full of love and care for you?"
The corner of Song Zi 'an's mouth twitched. Forget about love and care. It should be intimidation. It should be the entire world that was filled with deep malice towards him!
"Yang Fan, what do you want? I've already said that it was all a misunderstanding before. I really never wanted to make things difficult for you. "
Song Zi 'an glanced at the door of the ward from the corner of his eyes and noticed that it was empty. There was not even a nurse there. His heart instantly sank.
Yang Fan smiled and squinted at Song Zi 'an. "That's why I'm very confused too. The two of us have always minded our own business. We haven't even spoken three sentences in the three years of being classmates. There's no grudge between us. Why would you suddenly jump out to cause trouble for me?"
"Don't talk nonsense about it being a misunderstanding or being jealous of my advancement. Although my martial arts talent is not very good, my brain is still there. I can tell right from wrong."
Song Zi 'an smiled bitterly. "But all of this is really just a misunderstanding. If I don't say that, what else do you want me to say?"
His mouth was still quite stubborn.
It seemed that the lesson he had given him in the classroom was not enough.
Yang Fan could not be bothered to waste time with him. In a while, Zhang Fengyu, Chen Xin, and the others would be ready to come over to treat Song Zi 'an's injuries. He did not have much time to talk to Song Zi' an alone.
He could not delay any longer!
"I originally wanted to conserve some spiritual power. I didn't expect that each and every one of you would cause me so much trouble!"
Yang Fan sighed softly and slowly extended his right hand towards Song Zi 'an.
One or two fingers was too much of a hassle. A real man should bring out his strongest form right from the start.
With all five fingers extended, Yang Fan's overflowing spiritual power, he instantly attracted Song Zi 'an's attention.
In reality, Song Zi 'an had originally refused. After all, in the martial arts room, he had seen Yang Fan casually extend his palm and make Huang Zhong, a level-six martial master, kneel down. That was too awesome.
Therefore, when he saw Yang Fan extend his right palm towards him, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes and turn his head to the side. He would rather die than look at that right hand.
However, he had not expected that while Yang Fan extended his right hand, his left hand would not be idle. He immediately pressed against Song Zi 'an's forehead and pried open his eyelids, forcing him to look straight ahead.
This was too much of a bully!
Song Zi 'an was filled with grief and indignation. He cursed Yang Fan and the ancestors behind him ten thousand times in his mind. However, his consciousness soon started to blur and he no longer felt like himself.
Yang Fan reached out and patted his left cheek. "Little guy, you're still too inexperienced to fight with me."
Song Zi 'an did not say anything. His expression had already become dull and his perception of the outside world was basically zero.
"You used the Five Finger Hypnosis on Song Zi 'an, a Level 7 martial disciple. The hypnosis was successful and Song Zi' an fell into a state of hypnosis. Your understanding of the Five Finger Hypnosis has improved slightly. Spiritual Power + 1, Willpower + 1, Skill Proficiency + 2."
Yang Fan looked at his spiritual power. He was left with 11 points. Hypnosis was not a professional spiritual secret technique after all, so it did not consume much. If it were not for the fact that he wanted to increase the effect of the hypnosis, he could actually achieve the goal of hypnosis without using any spiritual power. It would just take more time.
"Tell me, why are you making an enemy out of me?" Yang Fan asked Song Zi 'an again.
Song Zi 'an said calmly without any expression or emotion, "It's Xia Zixuan. She said that if I dared to sneak a punch on you, she would accept my invitation to have dinner with her tonight."
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that his future and fate would only be worth a chance to have dinner with a beauty in the eyes of these classmates.
Xia Zixuan, it was actually her who was secretly causing trouble.
"What's the reason?" Yang Fan continued to ask, "Xia Zixuan wouldn't come looking for trouble with me for no reason, right?"
"It's because of Hua Yue," Song Zi 'an said. "Every time she entered the classroom with Hua Yue, your eyes were always on Hua Yue. You didn't even look at her. She felt that she was humiliated and felt very uncomfortable."
Pfft!
Yang Fan almost vomited blood. How could this be considered a reason? Just because I only look at Hua Yue and not you, you're holding a grudge?
What kind of mentality was this? Yang Fan did not remember that he was so popular among these girls.
Thump, thump, thump!
When he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from outside, Yang Fan shook his head slightly. After whispering a few words to Song Zi 'an, he snapped his fingers and Song Zi' an slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
At the same time, the door of the ward was opened. Zhang Fengyu walked in while Chen Xin followed behind him. She was pushing some tools and medicine that could be used to fix bones and stop bleeding.
An Sheng followed behind Chen Xin and winked at Yang Fan proudly. By the looks of it, he seemed to have succeeded in his experiment. Nurse Chen Xin's expression was indeed a little different from when she left earlier.
Yang Fan was not surprised by this. As a level one telekinesis master, his spiritual power was five to ten times stronger than a normal transcendent martial artist. If he could not hypnotize Chen Xin with this, it could only mean that Fatty An Sheng was too useless.
"Eh? This student's injury seems to have recovered! "
With just a glance, Zhang Fengyu noticed that something was wrong with Song Zi 'an. He quickly walked closer and reached out to feel the pulse on Song Zi' an's right hand.
"It's actually more than half healed!"
"But how is this possible? Even a Transcending Mortality Martial Artist would need at least three to ten days to recover from a broken bone injury. It's impossible for it to be any faster than that! "
Zhang Fengyu felt as if he had seen a ghost.
He was very sure of the severity of Song Zi 'an's injury. It was a serious injury that was only one step away from being completely destroyed. It did not make sense that he could recover to the point where he could be discharged to recuperate on his own in less than ten minutes.
But now, the truth was right in front of his eyes. The internal bleeding in Song Zi 'an's lungs had completely stopped. The crack in his sternum was completely repaired. The broken ribs had automatically reconnected. The method of setting the bones could be said to be perfect. The bone seam was completely closed without a trace of stagnation. Even if Zhang Fengyu did it personally, he would not be able to do it so accurately and perfectly.
This method of setting bones was simply an art.
More importantly, Zhang Fengyu did not detect any trace of spiritual medicine, spiritual fruit, or even spiritual power in Song Zi 'an's body. This meant that, at least in the last twenty-four hours, Song Zi 'an had not taken any external healing medicine at all.
Zhang Fengyu could not help but turn his head to look at Yang Fan, who had been standing by the bed all this time. He really wanted to ask what had happened to Song Zi 'an's body in the five minutes he had gone out to prepare the equipment and medicine.
How could there be such miraculous medical skills in this world? To actually be able to make a person whose sternum was cracked and who was on the verge of death completely recover in such a short time?
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