Unlimited loot system

After Jiang Mingyang fell into a coma, he automatically entered the fetal breathing state.

With his strong physical fitness, coupled with the healing ability of fetal breath, he woke up in a while.

When he woke up, Qin Muxue was helping him to check.

"Teacher, take it easy."

Qin Muxue turned a deaf ear to Jiang Mingyang's wailing.

"Howling, howling, hurting..."

She inserted one finger into the split flesh, and stirred it with great interest, which almost made Jiang Mingyang faint from the pain.

"Does it still hurt?"

Qin Muxue asked with a cold face of concern, while Jiang Mingyang was full of despair, but he couldn't force himself to smile and said: "The teacher is skilled in medicine, and the students don't feel pain."

"The war is violent, Li Yichen is lazy, Wei Dexian is listless, and this one is a sadist.

Uncle, is this Wuhan University or a mental hospital? Why is there no normal person. "

Ten thousand beasts galloped in Jiang Mingyang's heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest strangeness.

People for knives and I for fish, honesty is better than anything else.

"It doesn't sound like it sounds. It really doesn't hurt, or I dare not say it hurts."

Qin Muxue asked again, and Jiang Mingyang said earnestly: "You are a master of medicine, and you treated me personally. Of course, it really doesn't hurt."

Qin Muxue nodded in satisfaction, turned around and sorted out the surgical equipment, preparing to treat him.

Jiang Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his eyebrows triumphantly at Zhang Yongnian, as if to say: See, there is no teacher I can't handle.

Zhang Yongnian gave a thumbs up secretly, and then returned to his respectful and humble appearance, for fear that Qin Muxue would find out that something was wrong.

"The cumulative damage of Bengquan is terrifying, and if it is used continuously and frequently, even Zhan Hong's beast can't handle it.

Fortunately, you are not proficient in mastering it, and the counter-shock power of Bengquan is not strong. It just cracked the muscles and skin, and the internal organs are not seriously damaged.

I'll help you sew up the wound, and take a few Guiyuan Pills, and you'll be back to normal today. "

While fiddling with the suture looper, Qin Muxue described the illness with a blank expression.

This scene is very normal. Every doctor communicates with patients in this way to eliminate the patient's fear and anxiety.

But instead of feeling at ease, Jiang Mingyang felt more and more terrified, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Old, teacher, did you forget to take the anesthetic?"

Jiang Mingyang was terrified and stuttered when he asked, Qin Muxue said indifferently: "Your nerves are not sensitive to pain, so there is no need to waste anesthetics."

"Teacher, I'm not sick, just rest for two days and I'll be fine."

Jiang Mingyang got up and wanted to run, but Qin Muxue pushed him back on the bed, and said with a smile, "I'll decide whether I'm sick or not."

"Zhang Yongnian, save me quickly, ask the principal to save me!"

Jiang Mingyang went to the doctor in a hurry, and Zhang Yongnian was immediately stunned. He opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a while before realizing that he was being watched by Qin Muxue's cold eyes.

"Teacher Qin, I don't know Jiang Mingyang well, so I'll go find Lin Xiling to accompany her in bed."

After all, Zhang Yongnian bowed, like a frightened little white rabbit, fled the infirmary like the wind.

Even if he was far away from the infirmary, Zhang Yongnian could still hear Jiang Mingyang's heart-wrenching howl.

On Qin Muxue's suture needle, there is no medical wire used for suturing, but a thread of energy condensed by Qin Muxue like an ice crystal.

The energy thread is embedded in the flesh and blood, overflowing with a steady stream of cool energy, which can reconnect the broken muscles and accelerate wound healing.

Originally, it took more than ten days to heal the wound, but it took only one day to completely recover.

It was precisely because of this that Jiang Mingyang's pain was amplified.

The pain of the suture needle piercing the flesh and blood, and the severe pain of the energy thread pulling the flesh and blood.

The rapid healing of the wound caused itching, tormenting Jiang Mingyang's nerves all the time.

Qin Muxue's ten fingers are slender and dexterous. She first stitches up the flesh and blood inside the wound, and then sutures the superficial damage of the wound. Every wound is handled extremely delicately.

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't hurt, I don't hurt, I just took the opportunity to practice, so the speed of progress is very fast..."

The special effect of the Xeon Nine Practices is that the heavier the injury, the more painful it is, the faster the improvement speed will be.

People are knives and I am fish, he can only comfort himself like this.

Jiang Mingyang had no choice but to seek death, as if he had walked a circle in hell, and his whole life seemed to be gloomy.

The only thing I can only be thankful for is that when the body is severely injured or tortured, the exercises will naturally operate, accelerating the transformation of blood cells.

Jiang Mingyang believed that if he swallowed a few Guiyuan Pills, and then had a hearty meal, his blood value would definitely increase by ten points.

There are still more than ten days to start school, if he can make full use of this time, it will be absolutely no problem to enter the second floor of the Body Training Realm before the school starts.

Although Jiang Mingyang didn't know what the Xingtian Project was, but he lied to integrate with it, he had to show the corresponding potential and speed of progress.

Keep a low profile to hide your strength, which is not needed at this stage.

If he feels that his potential is insufficient and drags him to dedicate himself to science, then he will be sad.

Besides, Jiang Mingyang is really not afraid of being suspected by Wen Qingyun, an excellent god, supporting the scene.

As long as his speed of improvement does not exceed that of Wen Qingyun, then he will not be too noticeable.

"It seems that the combat technique of 'fetal breath' is tailor-made by the system for hiding power."

Jiang Mingyang was full of thoughts, Qin Muxue took off the blood-stained gloves, and returned to the desk in a good mood.

The lunch that made her sick before, seemed to be revitalized at this moment, and it revived her appetite.

Lin Xiling, who had appeared shortly after the operation started, was happily packing up the surgical equipment, and looked at Jiang Mingyang from time to time.

"When people practice Bengquan, they should first collapse others and then themselves, so you almost collapsed to death yourself."

After Lin Xiling packed up the surgical equipment, she sat beside the hospital bed and peeled apples, gloating and joking.

"I might as well kill myself."

Jiang Mingyang's lips were chapped and his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

However, seeing that Lin Xiling had finished peeling the apple, he opened his mouth as it should.

Lin Xiling peeled off a piece of apple, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it crunchily and said, "During your treatment, the phone kept ringing.

Afraid of delaying important calls, I will answer them for you. "

Jiang Mingyang opened his mouth, secretly thinking that people's hearts are getting worse in the world, and he said in surprise: "Phone? Whose call is it?"

"The voice is quite obscene, and he calls himself Brother Hua."

"Brother Hua, Lang Huawen?"

Jiang Mingyang's mind was full of thoughts, and the unspeakable pain in his body was also washed away by this unexpected news.

"Yes, are you friends?"

Lin Xiling questioned Jiang Mingyang's wounds and studied the suturing skills while answering questions.

"Not really, but Brother Hua is a good man and helped me a lot."

Jiang Mingyang curled his lips expressively, then bared his teeth and said, "Hey, don't pick my wound!"

"Mr. Qin's silkworm ice silk is the best in the world, as long as you can't die, you can save it.

You have to lie down for at least half a month with this injury, and under Teacher Qin's ingenious hand to rejuvenate, you can be alive and kicking tonight. "

Lin Xiling pawed while explaining, regardless of Jiang Mingyang's willingness or not, and did not explain why he had to paw the wound.

"Hey, I'll go, this has something to do with you picking me up! Hiss, howl..."

Just as Jiang Mingyang wanted to vent his anger, Lin Xiling directly laid down a heavy hand, tearing a large wound.