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0147 The Secret
Ji Chou's ward was vacant, and Tang Fan occupied the free room.
Using soul ice to stabilize mental power is an extremely complicated matter.
The equipment used is comparable to a power distribution room, with dense lines like spider webs.
The transfer is complicated, and the director Lian Zhengde personally directs it, and outsiders are not allowed to come in and disturb.
The task of command is complicated and troublesome.
Lian Zhengde stood by and directed, sweat beading on his tired forehead.
Seeing the most important step, Tang Fan successfully transferred.
Long Lian Zhengde exhaled, "Hey, it's finally over."
"Ding"
An object fell off Tang Fan.
Lian Zhengde's spirits tightened instantly.
"No one is allowed to touch, go out and wait first."
The dean spoke, no one dared to disobey.
The back of the thing that fell was facing upward, no one cared.
After everyone went out, Lian Zhengde picked it up.
Saying to himself: "Young people should not be careless, this kind of thing is exposed."
"I was discovered by someone with a heart, and my life is not guaranteed. Even if you are a vegetable, you still can't escape."
Lian Zhengde put the things back in Tang Fan's pockets and zips them up to make sure they won't fall.
Suddenly, Lian Zhengde's phone rang.
"Hey, you old guy, you won't call me if you are fine."
"Let's talk, what's the matter, don't obscure and delay my time."
The voice on the other side of the phone intermittently: "Old, old Lian, I..."
Lian Zhengde's expression suddenly changed: "Where are you?"
"I, I am, in your hospital."
"Wait for me, go over immediately."
...
Ji Chou waited for Tang Fan to transfer to his room, doing nothing.
Just ran next door to play C-Class Fading Body.
After a burst of ghost cry and wolf howling, Ji Chou was satisfied.
Looking at the girl who would sleep quietly, Ji Chou said to himself for a moment.
Found that there is no ink kung fu like Tang Fan, willing to bow down.
"The hospital does not allow outsiders to stay with them all the time, and the wards are open at fixed times."
"I can't accompany you all the time, so I can rest at ease."
"I will come every time I visit the doctor. Don't worry."
"By the way, it's a bit noisy next door. Keep it up."
"Now you owe me three million, remember to pay me back when you wake up."
Ji Chou doesn't know it himself, but he has already experienced the magic of ink, which is better than Tang Fan.
Out of the room, just arrived at the gate of the hospital.
happened to see Old Dean Lian Zhengde sighing at a thin old man.
"Old Pang, Old Pang, who is not a few years older than me, why can't I think about it by myself."
The thin and thin old man was lying on the mobile hospital bed, twitching the corners of his mouth, unable to speak.
There was a young man beside him with a sad face.
Obviously, the condition is more serious than when first called.
Ji Chou was curious, opened his source-seeking eyes and was dumbfounded.
He whispered: "The old man is a lunatic, so he hangs himself up."
At the same time, Ji Chou's brain sounded a systemic voice: "Heal Pang Ping, and reward a skill upgrade chart."
Ji Chou was very grateful for Lian Zhengde's actions, and was sad to see the old dean.
wanted to help with treatment, but didn't expect the system to speak at this time.
"The system finally stopped pitting once."
Ji Chou did not hesitate to praise.
Lian Zhengde's hearing is very good, even if Ji Chou's muttering voice is small, he still catches clearly.
He raised his head and glanced at Ji Chou in surprise.
"Are you a Chinese medicine doctor? You know the illness of Old Man Pang without taking the pulse or looking at the instrument inspection data?"
Ji Chou was slightly shocked even the old dean's keenness, but was not worried.
Explained: "Chinese medicine can also judge the disease by seeing, smelling and asking."
"What I just used was Wang Yishu."
Lian Zhengde sighed: "It's true that the old Pangtou and I hit it off."
"It's a half confidant."
"It's a pity, there is a life span of up to three days."
Ji Chou blurted out: "Just guide the qi in the old man's body out."
Lian Zhengde smiled bitterly: "It's easy to say, the hospital machine can't catch the qi."
"The martial arts master can use spiritual power to guide."
"But without perspective eyes, mental power induces distortion through the belly."
"At least in Ancient eight city, no one is mentally powerful and can see everything through the belly."
"Guiding at will, it is very likely that the qi will destroy the viscera."
"If you are not careful, Old Pang will be over, and you can't wait for three days."
Ji Chou took Guo Wenyu to do experiments for three or four days, and he had a lot of experience in guiding.
Unbelievable self-confidence, volunteered: "If the old dean can rest assured, I will try."
"No, not even the old dean, you have the courage of a yellow-haired boy."
Pang Ping's son Pang Zhicheng scolded.
"I don't allow anyone to practice hands with my dad."
Lian Zhengde quickly raised his hand to interrupt, and first gave Ji Chou a kind word to persuade him.
"Don't be angry, it is understandable that the son is worried about the father."
Instead, he persuaded Pang Zhicheng: "There is no difference between living three days longer and three days less."
"In my opinion, it's better to be a dead horse doctor."
Pang Zhicheng was still not at ease, wondering: "He is so young, is his mental strength okay?"
Lian Zhengde suddenly remembered that Ji Chou can treat Tuodingzhong.
Nodded: "I think it can."
"This is Tuo Dingzhong who was cured by Ji Chou."
"Although I don't know what method to use, I am sure that mental power is indispensable."
Pang Zhicheng still hesitated.
Ji Chou said, "Mr. Pang wants to use martial arts gang energy to temper the inner palace."
"Forcibly break the muscles and veins, let the martial arts qi enter the viscera."
"It did have the effect of tempering the inner palace, but the martial arts did not listen to orders."
"It stays in the viscera and can't come out. It changed from tempering the viscera to destruction."
Pang Zhicheng was shocked when he heard it.
Just wait and see, it is exactly the same as the result of the instrument inspection, which is unbelievable.
Pang Zhicheng's attitude immediately turned a hundred and eighty degrees.
Bend down and said, "I ask Ji God to heal my father. My Pang family is willing to pay any price."
Ji Chou was not hypocritical, and immediately said: "The longer you hold it, the more severe the damage to the viscera."
"It's not too late, let's start now."
"The genius doctor Ji, please." Pang Zhicheng didn't have the slightest doubt.
The silver needle entered his abdomen, and Ji Chou immediately felt a powerful impact.
Unleashing the mental power to guide the gang wind, almost half of the sudden slump.
Ji Chou's face was extremely ugly, and he was secretly shocked: "This old man's martial art is too domineering?"
"Compared to Zhang Bozhong and Huang Jun, it's better."
Ji Chou cannot stop, otherwise the raging wind will lose control after being provoked.
It will become a sharp blade, instantly destroying all organs in Pang Ping's abdomen.
"I'm exhausted with you."
Ji Chou cheered himself up, gritted his teeth and persisted.
Aside, Pang Zhicheng saw Ji Chou in pain.
He couldn't help feeling anxious, and asked in a low voice: "Lian Lao, can he trust it?"
Even Zhengde couldn't tell, and said euphemistically: "No doubt about employing people."
"Besides, you have no other choice."
"That's it, even if Ji Chou fails, you can't anger him."
Pond Zhicheng accepted humbly: "The younger generation knows."