[Main Quest Reward: 100 Adventure Experience]
[Adventure Level: 3 (0/800)]
[Non-Main Quest Reward: 100 Honor]
[Honor Level: 3 (0/800)]
...
At ho.
Zhang Feng sat up from the bed and looked at the gun and juice floating in front of him, along with an apple.
The apple was the final enhancent of X2, body 1.5
’The apple and drink can be consud, but this gun is tricky to handle.
Might as well leave it at ho for now.’
Squeak—
Zhang Feng ate an apple while drinking juice.
He switched the safety on the gun and placed it on the bedside table.
Afterward, Zhang Feng closed his eyes and pondered for a while, feeling that after three years of ntal cultivation, his mind now seed quite ’cool.’
This feeling was like a room that was originally ssy, but after tidying up, all the clutter had been organized.
Now everything is orderly, rather than thrown out.
Zhang Feng contemplated, then looked at his finger with 72% heat,
’A few months ago, it reached 70%, and the progress was hard to increase.
But after sorting out my thoughts five days ago, my concentration is more focused, my thinking sharper, with fewer distracting thoughts.
In just five days, the progress increased by 2%.
Moreover, the ti it takes to open the ridians has also sped up.
Coupled with the finesse I have comprehended, it allows for a quicker alignnt with the character I embody.
The training speed has increased significantly, bringing more cultivation knowledge afterward.
These three years of ntal cultivation have been a great harvest.’
Zhang Feng felt very comfortable and considered that in future adventures, he could entirely select so good vocational experiences as part of his ntal cultivation journey.
But there’s no need to force it; going with the flow is best.
Pondering.
Now completely awake, Zhang Feng, after finishing his al, found a place to hide the gun.
Once everything was taken care of.
Zhang Feng lay on the bed in contemplation for a while; actually, he was a bit sleepy.
It’s just that his spirits suddenly lifted; the excitent overrode the physical sensation.
...
Over the next three days.
Zhang Feng didn’t choose to go to the martial arts gym but was thinking about ’big data martial arts,’ so he stayed ho organizing so data-related plans.
With his current ntal state.
Zhang Feng had clear thoughts and quickly categorized human functions into a large table.
It contained all the data he wanted.
Roughly, it included heart rate, strength, blood pressure, muscle content, etc.
And under different heart rates and moods, he could test several groups; more is better.
Because the strength exerted by a person in calmness versus in anger or panic is completely different.
Unless they can, like him, perfectly adjust their strength.
’First, give the table to the master, and once all the machines are installed, have him follow this.’
Rustle—
Once the handwritten table was organized.
Zhang Feng saw it was only four in the afternoon, so he took the form and went out.
...
Four-thirty.
The martial arts gym.
Rumbling... Clattering...
As soon as Zhang Feng entered, he saw the room full of equipnt being moved and the various noisy sounds of screws being driven.
"Slow down, slow down..." The master was personally directing, although he didn’t understand how to operate these types of equipnt, nor the principles behind them, telling people to handle them gently was always right.
’Any single piece is tens of thousands... Hundreds of thousands...’
The master was worried, especially seeing the installers busy with screwing and securing, afraid that if soone made a mistake, the electric drill might hit the machine.
Though the manufacturer might cover the costs, going back and forth leads to a lot of hassle.
As Zhang Feng walked in and saw the master focused entirely on the machinery, he smiled and approached him, "Master, I’ve troubled you with this."
"Eh?" The master’s eyes moved from elsewhere to the direction of the voice when he heard soone calling him.
When he saw it was Zhang Feng.
The master’s furrowed brow changed to joy, and he warmly greeted him, "Master Zhang, what brings you here?
A few days ago, you called, saying you were busy, so I dared not disturb you these days."
The master laughed heartily, as if joking, but anyone with a keen sense could hear there was aning behind his words.
"Speak your mind." Zhang Feng saw the master using sales tactics on him and laughed while placing the table on his chest, "We’ve known each other for more than just a day or two.
Plus, you ca over for dinner at my place a few days ago and helped with what I wanted.
So, don’t be a stranger. We’re friends; if you need sothing, just say it."
"Alright!" The master felt deeply touched by this word ’friend’ from Miracle Doctor Zhang and spoke frankly:
"It’s just that my nephew got food poisoning yesterday. Although he was sent to the hospital and is much better now, I was wondering... Master Zhang, do you have a better treatnt thod?"
"Your nephew?" Zhang Feng looked at him with a frown, "Your nephew by blood, or a friend’s child?"
"By blood!" The master replied, "My own brother’s."
"Then you’re truly sothing." Zhang Feng pulled him out the door, "When it cos to family, why the hell are you holding back?"
"I thought you were busy and didn’t want to disturb you." The master was also feeling awkward and said weakly, "Besides, the executives investing millions asked Master Zhang over, but even if you treat them, it’s for them personally, not for their family mbers.
And then I... This isn’t even about myself; it’s a family child’s issue..."
"For outsiders, I’m a different case.
But for friends, it’s a small matter for to step out. Why make it so clear?"
Zhang Feng walked out the martial arts gym entrance, looked at the touched master,
"Now, no more nonsense, which hospital?"
...
The Third Hospital.
In a fairly good double room.
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