The pirated doctor in American comics

The man floating in front of Yan Jing was almost naked, and his pale and bloodless skin now showed green lines, emitting a gleaming green light.

Yan Ding's eyes suddenly condensed and he started

Yan Ding took out a silver metal card the size of a playing card from the ring, but under the light in the medical center, it looked strangely non-reflective and gray, as if it had been polished.

But if you put it under a microscope, you can see that the surface of the silver card seems to have been polished. Since it is composed of rows of tiny symbols, the size of those symbols is only microns. This card has enough There are tens of thousands of such rune combinations, and the cards are not simply one layer.

The card, which is only as thick as a playing card, is actually made up of dozens of overlapping metal leaves engraved with runes. There is only a trace of welding on the edges to prevent them from falling off, so it looks like A complete card.

Yan Ding put the card in the man's hand and asked him to hold the corner of the card and hold it.

The green lines that appeared on the man's body began to show signs of flow, as if something invisible and insubstantial flowed into the card along the lines on his arm.

The corner of the card where the card was held began to light up. It took more than three minutes for the lighted part to spread past the corner where the hand was holding the card.

The speed is excruciatingly slow.

But Yan Ding, who was a little impatient even talking to this man just now, was paying full attention to the changes in this card. He was not impatient at all because of the slow changes. On the contrary, anyone could see the excitement in his eyes. from.

That's right, that's it

This speed is indeed much stronger than those wastes

In fact, the experiment was considered a success at this point in the whole process, but Yan Ding had no intention of stopping the experiment at all.

Because he waited too long.

It's been too long to wait for this answer

This experiment seems to be just tracing the relationship between physical strength and vitality.

But in fact, it is Yan Ding's bold exploration of the nature of extraordinary power.

Is there an inevitable connection between extraordinary power and the basis of reality?

If there is such a connection, how close is it?

If extraordinary power is just a matter of idealism, simple fantasy can affect reality.

Doesn’t that mean that as long as you can bend your head, you are a god?

But in fact, those who can rub the rules of the real world on the ground are all only one in a million. To grow to that level, all factors are indispensable.

Just when Yan Ding was about to continue recording precious experimental data, a gentle voice came over, interrupting Yan Ding's thoughts.

"Amitabha, donor, the poor monk saw that the female donor had been soaked outside for a long time, and was very worried. He begged the donor to allow her to come in and take shelter from the rain." Yan Ding looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a monk. He was standing under the eaves at the entrance of the hospital with a fifteen or sixteen year old girl, not coming in, just looking at him.

This is asking for his opinion.

This monk is very particular about details like this. Although he usually gets angry, the things in question are not things worth getting angry about. It is not easy to investigate in detail, and the force value is lacking, so he can only acquiesce. This monk exists.

This monk is also very measured. He is always very polite and never makes his own decisions. Just like today, even if he brought the little girl directly into Yan Ding, he would not say anything. The purpose of opening this medical clinic is to be with this monk. Regarding this, this medical clinic has half of him.

It's just that he was very persistent in this regard. He always said that he was a monk and could not have such worldly possessions. He always regarded himself as a guest and never resisted Yan Ding's blackmail. He only regarded it as rent.

Therefore, Yan Ding would not embarrass him on this matter, and it was not an important matter.

I just glanced at the girl, and I secretly had some thoughts in my heart.

His eyes turned back to the man floating in mid-air.

He began to breathe violently, sweating profusely all over his body, as if he was twisting a rag, trying to squeeze out all the water in his body in this short period of time.

Yan Ding did not give him any water this time. The experiment was over and he was left to find his own way.

I had to take back the card in his hand, looked at the green fluorescence that filled a corner, threw it into the ring, turned around and walked upstairs.

The man who had been floating in the air for several hours finally landed and fell to the ground with a thud. The newly healed bones in his body were still aching. This shock seemed to crack his newly healed bones again.

Of course, this is just an illusion. With the strength of his bones now, even if a steel pipe is used to bend it, it will only be a steel pipe. This level of impact is only equivalent to the impact of the ground on the feet when walking.

He was now lying on the ground on his side, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over and lie flat on his back.

The little girl on the side just sat cutely next to the monk. The monk went to the kitchen and cut a piece of ginger for her, and poured her a glass of water from the thermos. He only felt it for a moment and knew that the water was cold, and the monk didn't. I cared about it, so I took it and gave it to the little girl.

When it was brought to the little girl's side, the water in the cup was already steaming, and the color turned into a dark ginger soup, but you could still see the bottom at a glance, and the piece of ginger just cut into it was no longer visible. .

In just these few steps, a bowl of ginger soup is ready.

The monk was also in a happy mood. He also had a sudden thought just now. He had never taken care of anyone before, and he did not need such a delicate life. He only relied on alms for daily meals. If he couldn't get alms in New York, he would go to the alms house every day. Yan Ding was eating here, and for the first time he discovered that the Buddhist power in his body could be used in this way.

The Buddhist power in the body can be used for more than just chanting sutras. This discovery made the monk feel a lot better inexplicably.

Only when the bowl of ginger soup was brought over did I realize that the little girl seemed to be very afraid of this bowl of ginger soup.

"The female donor is permed." Monk Huan Zhen has big ears and kind eyes. His smile is very friendly and it is difficult to make people feel bad.

After hearing this, the little girl raised her head and glanced at Huan Zhen. She didn't say anything, just shook her head. She took the bowl of ginger soup and raised her hands flat, with a timid expression of resistance on her small face, and even moved a little closer. Neither wants to.

But because it was Monk Huan Zhen's wish, the little girl was unwilling to put it down. She just held it like that, and the hot temperature of the ginger soup was transferred to her hands along the cup, but it was a secondary matter.

Monk Huan Zhen felt a little aggrieved, but did not show it. He just clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, took the bowl of ginger soup, and turned back to the kitchen.

"The female donor will wait here while the poor monk goes to get a cup of hot water."