Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 175 Appearance of Vision
Shen Yunfeng watched the blood flow out from the wound on his finger, rushing into the sewer with the current, and was a little dazed for a while.

Forget that the wound needs to be bandaged as soon as possible to avoid infection.

Even though the piercing pain was getting stronger and stronger, he didn't move a bit, just quietly staring at his cut wound.

Because, at this time, in Shen Yunfeng's mind, a few lines of detailed words appeared.

The index finger of the right hand was scratched. The wound was shallow and about five centimeters long. The treatment plan was as follows: First, use normal saline, that is, iodophor, Aner’s iodine, tincture of iodine and other disinfectants or alcohol that are always available at home, to clean the wound and remove the inside. Second, after disinfecting the wound, wrap it with medical gauze or dressing.

Doctor's order: Pay attention to the wound to avoid getting wet to prevent bacterial infection.

Another main reason why Shen Yunfeng was stunned on the spot, ignoring his bloody fingers, was that at the end of these lines of finely-packed small characters, there was a line of words that seemed to be floating in the void: You can also self-harm without medicine. Heal!
"Heal without medicine?"

Shen Yunfeng shook his head violently, and whispered these four words that he didn't understand.

He has no way of knowing that although he has accidentally smashed the jade pendant containing the inheritance of his grandfather's master and accepted all the inheritance, but to this day, because of his occupation, what he relies on is still only the jade pendant in the ancient books. Shen Yunfeng's ability to appraise treasures, as for the inheritance of the master, what kind of earth-shattering ability does Shen Yunfeng have at present.

Even the string of mysterious and obscure characters that occasionally flashed into my mind because my body absorbed the ancient atmosphere of rare and antiques, there is no way to find out the secret behind them.

After thinking about it, Shen Yunfeng felt that his brain cells were not enough.

He simply put his bleeding finger under the faucet, rinsed it hastily, pulled a few paper towels to wrap the wound, and walked out of the bathroom.

Looking at the shabby room, it seems that those four words are always floating in front of my eyes: self-healing without medicine!
He couldn't help thinking of his deceased grandfather, and suddenly felt so stupid, so stupid, that he couldn't even figure out the meaning of these simple four words.

"Grandpa, you are not far from the Spirit of Heaven, can you tell your grandson what is self-healing without medicine?"

Shen Yunfeng knelt down in front of the bed, buried his head in the quilt, and sobbed.

Tears soaked the quilt and soaked the bed, but Shen Yunfeng never heard it. The old voice that had gone away but was always familiar rang in his ears.

Obviously possessing supernatural powers, but because of my own stupidity, I can't detect them!
For a moment, Shen Yunfeng was so sad that he couldn't help himself, and an uncontrollable roar burst out from the deepest part of his heart like an erupting volcano:

"Self-healing without medicine!"

Shen Yunfeng suddenly raised his face that was already covered in tears, and roared out suppressedly.

The sound echoed in the small rental house, and Shen Yunfeng felt a tingling sensation coming from the cut wound.

He hastily removed the tissue wrapping the wound and looked at his fingers.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the five-centimeter-long wound was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even though he was beyond shocked by the sudden vision, Shen Yunfeng still stared at the slowly healing wound without blinking his eyes.

He was afraid that the moment he closed his eyes, this sudden vision would suddenly disappear again.

Just when Shen Yunfeng was surprised and happy, the healing process of the wound on his finger had ended, and now, there was only a light red mark on the place where the blood was dripping, as if it had been lightly scratched with light-colored lipstick. .

As the light-colored imprint got closer and closer to the skin color, Shen Yunfeng could vaguely feel that the quaint aura absorbed from the genuine antiques in his body had become a little thinner.
"This should be due to the use of spiritual energy."

Shen Yunfeng muttered to himself, slowly raised his arm and looked at the fingers whose scars had completely disappeared, his whole body was trembling with excitement.

His heavy breathing was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

The vision was caught off guard. Facing the strange scene, Shen Yunfeng played with it for a while, and soon he realized that it was because his body was constantly absorbing spiritual energy due to the ancient books, which inadvertently awakened the spiritual energy of his grandfather. another ability of

Although how miraculous the ancient medical skills from his grandfather's master's lineage can be, after the incident just now, Shen Yunfeng can be sure that the current self has basically understood the general method of using the medical skills from his grandfather's teacher's school's lineage.

The self-healing of my cut finger without medicine is the best proof!

Thinking of his many adventures, Shen Yunfeng licked his lips that were dry due to excitement, and his already clear eyes exuded indescribable excitement.

The night was dark, and the hut was as bright as day, and Shen Yunfeng could even hear his own heart beating like thunder, opening and closing powerfully.

When he turned off the desk lamp and lay down on the wooden bed, he felt blissful and slightly dizzy, making Shen Yunfeng feel as if he was living in a dream again.

He is too aware of the dizziness of happiness.

So far, I clearly remember that the first time I experienced this feeling was after I suddenly discovered that I had inexplicably obtained the treasure appraisal skill.

Quietly feeling this indescribable happiness, Shen Yunfeng fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

At this moment, all the so-called grievances and exhaustion caused by participating in the treasure appraisal competition were all wiped away.

All the hard work has paid off thousands of times!

Entering December, there have been several light snowfalls one after another, and the weather is getting colder every day.

Because of gaining the power again, Shen Yunfeng walked on the way to work, still feeling a little cheered. Even though the weather dropped seven or eight degrees today, Hanzhong finally waited for the first real heavy snow. In the vast expanse, even though he was wearing a thick winter coat, he still felt a little cold, and he still felt that there was no better weather than today.

Some people are happy, and naturally, some people are worried.

For example, Zhao Yuming, who asked for leave due to illness and did not go to work at Shengyue Company, was in a particularly bad mood at the moment.

Even though the young maid was carefully closing the door, ready to take away the leftover breakfast from the young master, perhaps her overly cautious action touched a certain nerve of Zhao Yuming who was staring out of the window with a sullen face .

"Snapped!"

Just as the maid was about to close the door, a copper ashtray slammed heavily on the door panel. The maid, who didn't pay attention to Zhao Yuming's sudden violent temper, didn't have time to withdraw her fingers. The fingers were caught between the thick door panel and the door frame.

"what!"

The maid screamed softly and stood outside the door with tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to take her fingers out of the crack in the door.

"It's all a bunch of trash!"

Zhao Yuming's furious roar came from the crack of the door.

The two bodyguards in black standing in the corridor looked at the sobbing young maid with lingering fear, and no one dared to go to help.

Zhao Yuming was still roaring, his originally magnetic voice, but now, what he spit out was a vicious curse that was more difficult to define than a sentence.

Zhao Yuliang, who came in a hurry, saw the maid sitting kneeling outside the elder brother's door, her shoulders twitched, and the two bodyguards were even more panic-stricken, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

As the core nephew of the Zhao family of the Shengda Group, Zhao Yuliang knew all too well why the cousin who was furious in the bedroom at the moment turned his anger on an insignificant maid.

(End of this chapter)