"I just seemed to see that unreasonable nurse lady again. Why is it that person gone?"

The fat man looked around with his eyes. All his spirit just now was focused on comprehending the five-finger hypnosis technique that Yang Fan passed on to him, and there was only a roughly vague sense of everything that happened around him.

It seemed as if he saw Chen Xin swaying in front of his eyes, posing and twisting his butt. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he disappeared.

Feeling very disappointed.

After finally practicing the five-finger hypnosis technique, he was about to find an experimental subject to show off his skills.

Yang Fan raised his hand and pointed to the door and said in a low voice: "Nurse Chen just went out and complained about why you ignored her when he left."

"Really?!" An Sheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait for a moment, and rushed out in a whizz.

Yang Fan chuckled and shook his head. This little fat man is really vengeful. Isn’t it just that he was hypnotized by a nurse before and he didn’t really succeed. As for being so petty?

Seeing An Sheng leaving the room, only Yang Fan and Song Zi'an, who were still unconscious in the ward were left in the ward.

Yang Fan no longer hesitated, waved his hand gently at Song Zi'an, and silently recited in his heart: "Primary therapy!"

The mental power was pulled out according to certain rules, and the surrounding spiritual power also gathered and became active, as if there was suddenly life, and they all entered the injured place of Song Zi'an.

"Yeah~!"

Song Zian unconsciously nodded, with a hint of comfort in pain, and then slowly unfolded.

The treatment process lasted for about three seconds. Yang Fan obviously felt that Song Zi'an's qi and blood fluctuations were rising steadily, and his life energy was no longer as weak as before.

"You used the primary healing technique on the seventh-level martial artist Song Zi'an. The skill was released successfully. Song Zi'an's injuries in his body healed slightly, and his vitality was +100."

"You use primary therapy on level 7 martial artist Song Zi'an, and the treatment is successful, mental power +1, skill proficiency +2."

The system prompted that followed. Although the injuries in Song Zi'an's body healed slightly, in Yang Fan's view, Song Zi'an had actually healed most of the time, and his broken bone was restored, and the internal bleeding was completely stopped. Next, with his level seven martial artist's recovery ability and a hundred points of life energy supplement, he could recover as before in less than a day.

Such a therapeutic effect has far exceeded Yang Fan's psychological expectations. Although primary therapy cannot immediately recover from serious injuries like Song Zian, it is actually very good to be able to save your life at critical moments.

Very practical skills for nurses. If you have the opportunity to go out of the city to hunt monsters in the future, even with this advantage alone, he can still gain a place in the monster hunting team.

After all, whether it is playing games or in reality, roles like nanny are indispensable.

Yang Fan's figure shook and his head was a little dizzy. The use of primary healing techniques directly consumed his twenty points of mental power. Now he only has sixteen points of mental reserve available.

This feeling is very bad. Even in the game, he is always used to reserve some mental power to prevent accidents. This should be the case in reality, because you never know when danger will come, you have no backup, no trump card, and no sense of security.

"We must not waste this in the future. No matter how hard the mental power is wasted, we must reserve a life-saving skill reserve."

Yang Fan told himself in his heart that this is the end of the world after all, and he must not relax his vigilance just because of the little details and scenes in the city. The monsters outside the city are always eyeing each other, and the people in the city may not be all good people. Be careful not to make a big mistake.

"Um~!"

On the hospital bed, Song Zi'an's brows trembled slightly, and after a soft moan, he slowly opened his eyes.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and his sternum and ribs were also itchy. He couldn't help but want to raise his hand to rub his chest. 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 with his head down. The smile on his face seemed very sincere, and he smiled like a flower.

But for some reason, the more Yang Fan smiled, the more he felt chilled, and a weasel stood in front of the chicken cage door suddenly appeared in his mind.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be the trembling chicken in the cage.

"What's going on? Are all the people in the class dead? Why did the murderer who injured me stand in front of my bed so openly, thinking that I didn't die fast enough?"

"Where is Zhao Chu? Where is Xia Zixuan? And Xu Le and Gao Bin, why are they all not there? Why do you want a seriously injured person like me to face the monster Yang Fan alone?!"

Song Zi'an was so nervous that he scolded all the friends in his class in his mind. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, none of these people could count on.

This is Yang Fan, a monster he didn't care about at first. Now he has turned over and practiced a set of Man Niu Fist to the Great Perfection Realm.

Until now, Song Zi'an can't forget the feeling of powerlessness and fear when he attacked Yang Fan casually when he hit him, and he had no way to avoid and irresistible. At that moment, he even felt the summoning of the god of death.

It's really terrible!

If possible, Song Zian would definitely not want to experience it again!

"Student Song Zi'an, are you moved to see me taking care of you here, are you surprised or surprised?" Yang Fan looked at Song Zi'an in a gentle tone: "Do you feel that the whole world is full of care for you?"

Song Zi'an's mouth twitched. He went to care for him in a terror, because the whole world was full of deep malice towards him!

"Yang Fan, what do you want? I have said it all, it was a misunderstanding before, and I really never thought of making things difficult for you."

Song Zi'an's obscene glanced at the door of the ward and found that it was empty, not even a nurse, and his heart suddenly became cold.

Yang Fan smiled and looked at Song Zi'an with his eyes squinted: "So, I feel very puzzled. We two have always been in a good way and never invaded the river. The classmates have never even said three words for three years. There is no resentment or revenge. Why did you suddenly jump out and cause trouble for me?"

"Don't say any misunderstandings. I'm jealous of my promotion or something like that. Although my martial arts talent is not very good, my mind is still there, and I can tell the difference between right and wrong."

Song Zian smiled bitterly: "But all this is really just a misunderstanding. If you don't say that, what else do you want me to say?"

His mouth is quite hard.

It seems that the lesson he taught him in the classroom before was still not enough.

Yang Fan was too lazy to talk to him again. After waiting for a while, Zhang Fengyu, Chen Xin and others were about to come and treat Song Zi'an's injuries. He didn't have much time to talk to Song Zi'an alone.

Can't delay any more!

"I originally wanted to save some mental power, but I didn't expect that all of them would make people feel worried!"

Yang Fan sighed softly and slowly stretched out his right hand to Song Zi'an.

If one finger is too ink, a real man must show his strongest state as soon as he comes up.

All five fingers stretched out, and combined with Yang Fan's overflowing mental power, Song Zi'an's mind instantly attracted.

In fact, Song Zi'an originally refused. After all, in the martial arts performance room, he had seen Yang Fan slap with his own eyes, and Huang Zhong, a level 6 martial artist, knelt down directly, which was so awesome.

So, when he saw Yang Fan stretching out his right palm towards him, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes, turn his head to the side, and never stop and glance at it with his right hand.

But he didn't expect that while Yang Fan stretched out his right hand, his left hand was not idle either. He directly pressed his forehead, spread his eyelids, and forced him to look around without squinting.

It's so fucking bullying!

Song Zi'an was sad and angry, and he greeted Yang Fan and his ancestors behind him in his mind. But soon, his consciousness began to be confused and he seemed to be no longer himself.

Yang Fan reached out and patted his left face: "Little girl, fight with me, you're a little tender."

Song Zian didn't speak, his expression became dull, and his perception of the outside world was basically zero.

"You used the five-finger hypnosis technique to the seventh-level martial artist Song Zi'an. The hypnosis was successful. Song Zi'an fell into a hypnosis state. Your understanding of the five-finger hypnosis technique has improved a little, mental power +1, mental will +1, skill proficiency +2."

Yang Fan looked at his mental power and there was still eleven left. Hypnosis was not a professional spiritual secret technique after all, and it didn't consume much. If it weren't for his efforts to enhance the effect of hypnosis, even if he didn't use a little mental power, he could actually achieve the purpose of hypnosis, but it would take more time.

"Tell me, why do you want to be an enemy of me?" Yang Fan asked Song Zi'an again.

Song Zian said in a straight voice without any expression or emotion: "It's Xia Zixuan. She said that if I dare to attack you with a punch, she will accept my invitation to have dinner with her tonight."

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of these classmates, his future and destiny were only worth a chance to have dinner with the beautiful women.

Xia Zixuan, it was actually her who was secretly making trouble.

"What's the reason?" Yang Fan continued to ask: "Xia Zixuan wouldn't come to me for no reason, right?"

"Because of Hua Yue." Song Zi'an said: "Every time she entered the classroom with Hua Yue, your eyes were always on Hua Yue, and she didn't even look at her. She felt humiliated and felt very uncomfortable."

puff!

Yang Fan almost wanted to vomit blood. This is a reason? Just because I only look at Huayue but not you, you hold a grudge?

What kind of psychology is this? Yang Fan doesn’t remember that he is so popular among these girls?

Thumb!

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Yang Fan shook his head slightly, and then gave Song Zi'an a few words in a low voice. After snapping his fingers, 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, Chen Xin followed behind him, pushing some bone-splicing and medicines in his hand.

Ansheng followed Chen Xin, and shook his eyes at Yang Fan with a smug look on his face. Looking at him, it seemed that the experiment had been successful. Nurse Chen Xin's expression was indeed a little different from when he went out just now.

Yang Fan was not surprised by this. As a first-level spiritual minder, his mental power was as much as five to ten times that of ordinary mortal warriors. If Chen Xin could not be hypnotized in this way, it only means that An Sheng is so useless.

"Huh? This classmate's injury seems to have recovered!"

After just one look, Zhang Fengyu noticed Song Zi'an's abnormality, and hurriedly walked closer and reached out to catch Song Zi'an's right hand pulse.

"It's really mostly gone!"

"But how is this possible? It hurts the muscles and bones for a hundred days. Even if a mortal warrior suffers such a broken bone injury, coupled with the combination of the recovery medicine, it will take at least three to ten days of recovery period, and it will not be faster!"

Zhang Fengyu felt like he was seeing a ghost.

He was very sure of the severity of Song Zi'an's internal injuries before. It was a serious injury that was only one step away from being completely finished. It was unreasonable that he could recover to the point where he could be discharged from the hospital and treated for self-conditioning in just over ten minutes.

But now, the facts were right in front of him. The internal bleeding in Song Zi'an's lungs had completely stopped. The cracks in the sternum were completely repaired, and the broken ribs were automatically restored and connected. The bone connection method was perfect. The bone sutures were completely closed and there was no trace of stagnation. Even if Zhang Fengyu took action personally, he could not be so accurate and perfect.

Such bone-collision methods are simply art.

More importantly, in Song Zi'an's body, Zhang Fengyu did not notice any traces of spiritual medicine, spiritual fruit or even spiritual energy. This shows that at least in the past twenty-four hours, Song Zi'an had never taken any external healing medicine.

Zhang Fengyu couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Yang Fan who had been standing in front of the hospital bed. He wanted to ask, what happened to Song Zi'an within five minutes of his trip to prepare the equipment and medicines?
Chapter completed!