Chapter 239: Inexplicable disease  Terrorist? (Please subscribe, please support~!)

"Ah!" A middle-aged white man in the seat next to him woke up because of Zhang Jun. He looked at Zhang Jun with a sleepy eyes, as if he was telling what was going on. After looking at the time, he asked the flight attendant who was rushing past the aisle: "How long will it take to get to the airport? It's been more than ten hours now, so it should be almost there."

Although the other party was white, he looked authentic Chinese, which made the people around him feel strange. However, this was not an incredible thing. After all, the world is now entering the stage of globalization, and it is not a strange thing to have foreigners proficient in Chinese. But what made Zhang Jun feel something was wrong was the expression of the flight attendant. Originally, it was normal for passengers to ask questions, but who knew that the flight attendant waiter in front of Zhang Jun had a nervous look on his face, his eyes kept turning around and looking towards the direction of the cockpit, and said in a speechless manner: "Haha... we... should... be soon... we will arrive soon, please wait for a while."

"But it's been fourteen hours. The last time we went from the United States to H City, it's only twelve hours. Is there any airflow or cold air this time?"

"That's right! This voyage is indeed a bit late..."

After this white man's statement, others immediately noticed something was wrong. During this flight, there were no emergency notifications on the plane, and there were no forecast notifications for cold air or typhoons.

So people immediately began to ask around, but the beautiful flight attendant had a hint of panic on her face, and she barely squeezed out a smile and said, "Please calm down. This flight was delayed due to the change of the channel. I hope everyone can wait calmly for a while and the plane will arrive at the airport soon."

After the air stewardess said that, everyone's face slowed down when they heard this. After all, on the range, each aircraft has a fixed route. If there is a problem with the route, it will naturally be troublesome and it is inevitable to waste time. However, Zhang Jun only had some questions. The air stewardess' face was not normal, but was very nervous. Not only that, Zhang Jun felt a wave of unique fantasy sweeps through, as if they had just entered the realm of a fantasy.

Zhang Jun suppressed the doubts in his heart and began to feel the strange fluctuations in the outside world with his mind. At this moment, this inexplicable fluctuation invaded Zhang Jun's body, as if he felt the dream Yuanli in Zhang Jun's body and the thoughts in the true qi. The fluctuations in the outside world turned into a wave like water waves, which turned into Zhang Jun's body, completely resisting the true qi in Zhang Jun's body. Zhang Jun suddenly found that the true qi in his body suddenly seemed to be neutralized by something. No, it should not be said to be neutralized, but the mental thoughts that his own combination in the true qi seemed to be combined with something completely opposite, just like an antibody protein bound to a virus, causing him to completely lose control of this true qi. For a moment, Zhang Jun's entire strength suddenly decreased a little.

Zhang Jun's eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling light burst out from Zhang Jun's pupils. Zhang Jun thought that something was definitely wrong on this flight, and the destination of this flight was not in the existing fantasy place.

While suddenly realizing an accident, Zhang Jun immediately let go of his perception. After entering the innate realm, he washed the meridians and cut the meridians and strengthened his national martial arts realm, Zhang Jun easily heard the sound in the cabin in front of the cabin at this moment.

"One, two, three, four, five..." The sound of heartbeat made Zhang Jun easily tell that there were six people in the cab, which was very abnormal in itself. Although Zhang Jun didn't know much about this kind of passenger plane, he also knew some common sense. In addition to the pilots of the chief and deputy, there were one or two intelligence officers and pilots to deal with emergency situations, and the cab was even smaller, and there would not be any six people crowded in the cab.

"Husband...what's wrong with you?" Ten minutes later, just as the fantasy aura on the plane became more and more intense, a middle-aged woman suddenly burst into the cabin.

"What's wrong?"

"Are there any doctors? Someone has a heart disease. Come and do the doctor." Then more voices came out, which immediately made the originally silent plane hustle and bustle. It is not rare to have a heart disease on the plane, but it is not common to see it everywhere.

The people around immediately asked around anxiously if anyone was a doctor, but there was no such coincidence that there was a doctor on the plane. On the contrary, the flight attendant on the plane might have some knowledge of first aid training. Someone immediately pressed the button next to the seat, hoping that the crew could help.

After a few minutes, no one appeared. Someone volunteered to go to the waiter's lounge and cab to seek help. Zhang Jun pushed away the crowd and frowned and looked at the blond white man in his forties who was falling to the ground. The man's face was blue and his eyes were even purple and black. The blood vessels on his neck faintly appeared under the skin, making people wonder whether this person had a heart disease or some blood disease.

"Everyone, let's go away and don't block the patient's ventilation." After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he squeezed away the people around him and came to the patient.

"Are you a doctor?" The middle-aged American woman next to the patient seemed to see a trace of light in the darkness and asked Zhang Jun with expectations.

Zhang Jun looked at the man lying on the floor solemnly, but said, "I am not a Western medicine practitioner, but I just have some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. If you believe me, I can give it a try."

"This..." Hearing this, the middle-aged woman was hesitant. After all, foreigners believed in Western medicine more than traditional Chinese medicine that looked more like a religious ritual and witchcraft in their eyes, but soon her husband's painful hum made her determined.

"God, you are really an angel sent by God. Please save my husband." The middle-aged woman said immediately, asking Zhang Jun to take the opportunity to treat him quickly.

Zhang Jun immediately squatted down to take the pulse of this white middle-aged man, but this pulse made Zhang Jun feel a little abnormal. In order to treat Yang Suxin's heart problems, Zhang Jun can be said to have read many medical books and traditional Chinese medicine materials, and can be said to be half a professional doctor.

However, after Zhang Jun's investigation, he did not find any problems with the man's heart. On the contrary, the opponent's heart was slowly getting stronger and faster, and the metabolic speed of the whole body increased rapidly, and it also showed an abnormal state of depletion.

Zhang Jun's true qi turned into a silk thread of true qi like a needle, extending from the patient's wrist along the meridians to the whole body. It is precisely because of this in-depth understanding that he found that the life energy in the meridians of the patient's body increased at a deformed speed, and then quickly disappeared into the whole body.

The meridians of ordinary people are not blocked, just like the Ren and Du meridians. The meridians that have been formed by warriors in the bridge of heaven and earth are also connected by ordinary people. However, the Ren and Du meridians of ordinary people are countless acquired impurities in the Ren and Du meridians. It seems to be a river channel blocked by mud and sand. It is not like Zhang Jun, a martial arts master who is open and open to the Ren and Du meridians. They are all spacious and smooth river channels.

However, in this person's meridians, the whole body's metabolism is extremely fast, and the energy in the body gathers rapidly at an abnormal speed. However, the meridians are like river water breaking through the dam. The energy that has finally gathered has poured into a limited number of parts to strengthen the body in a short time.

"This is... the rule of dream Yuanli..." What surprised Zhang Jun even more was that in his body, Zhang Jun obviously felt a trace of dream Yuanli contained in it, and under the action of a strange rule, the formation of this change was accelerated.

The true qi was injected into his body, suppressing the fluctuations of the dream energy in his body. The middle-aged man in front of him finally recovered. However, the abnormalities on his body slowly disappeared, and his breathing calmed down. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at the people around him.

The people around him did not expect that Zhang Jun's treatment was so effective. Just saw Zhang Jun pointing the man's body a few times, the man's condition improved greatly, which was really amazing.

But before the rest of the people could exclaim, even the couple who were rescued by Zhang Jun had no time to thank Zhang Jun, a terrified scream appeared from behind the crowd.

"Help! Kill someone!"

Everyone turned around, Zhang Jun pushed away the people around him and saw what was going on. He saw a man in a white suit and shirt stumbled and walked towards the crowd from the cockpit. On the white shirt, four or five fresh blood stains of half a palm were covering his chest and abdomen, and a trace of blood was left at the corner of his mouth. He staggered his hand and walked towards everyone while walking, shouting: "Someone hijacks, kill... people... save me..."

Before he could finish his words, a dull air blew sounded behind him. Before everyone could react, the man who was shot suddenly shook twice and fell to the ground. As the muscles of his body twitched unconsciously, a pool of blood flowed out from under him, allowing the scene to watch the scene silently.

"Ah! Killing!"...

A sharp scream like a rooster crowing that was pulled on his neck made the whole scene fall into chaos, but before everyone could react, they fled everywhere.

A series of crisp gunfires suddenly made the scene fall into silence again, "Squat down for me, otherwise I will be killed without mercy."

A hoarse Chinese and the loud gunshot made everyone lie on the ground in horror. At this time, the owner of the hoarse voice appeared in front of everyone, wearing a white headscarf in the Middle East. This was a Middle Eastern man, not an Asian or a white man at all. He was wearing a familiar tactical suit and was holding a submachine gun in his hand. If it weren't for the bullet holes emitting blue smoke on the ground, everyone might have thought that someone was joking. After all, the submachine gun wanted to pass the security check on the plane, which probably really made people wonder if they were dreaming. What made everyone stunned was that this person's dress was like a terrorist in CSS.

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Chapter completed!