There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 137 - 81: Reality Got Busy (5.6K)_3

This led Zhang Feng to consolidate all his medical knowledge and create a therapeutic system of his own.

Finally, there was this ’small lecture’.

Through spoken words and direct expression, Zhang Feng thoroughly organized the medical knowledge in his mind.

This could also be considered an unexpected gain.

And at this time.

[You have broken through Intermediate Medical Theory]

[Your understanding of real-world medical theory has reached expert level]

’Expert?’

Zhang Feng looked at the text in his vision.

Zhang Feng wasn’t very concerned about this.

Although the ’expert’ level is akin to the ’Grandmaster’ level in martial arts.

Zhang Feng treats both as side ventures, so he’s not very concerned.

Besides, Zhang Feng’s ’driving skills’ and ’wild survival’ had reached expert level in previous adventures.

...

Evening.

The hospital cafeteria.

"Teacher Zhang, try this dish."

"Teacher Zhang, this one too!"

After a few hours of lectures, Zhang Feng chose to eat at the cafeteria.

Now, a dozen doctors of varying ages surrounded a young man at dinner, respectfully calling him ’teacher,’ which was a damn peculiar scene.

This caused many patients to look over as well.

Fortunately, Zhang Feng finished his meal quickly.

Under the invitation of a deputy director, he went up to the office upstairs.

Arriving there.

The tea was set up.

"Teacher Zhang, pardon the simplicity of the conditions."

The deputy director, in his forties, while in his prime, had thinning and somewhat messy hair, with a tired expression.

Because before he became deputy director, he was the chief surgeon in the neurosurgery operating room, rising through sheer skill, but years of intense focus and tension had cost him some hair during his time in the surgery room.

"Your hand isn’t steady." Zhang Feng looked at his hand holding the tea, which, although only showed a slight tremble to ordinary people, was insignificant.

But this already rendered him unfit for precise nerve surgery.

After all, such surgeries involve microscopic vascular anastomosis inside the brain. freewebnσvel.cøm

"You could see it?" The deputy director was both pleased and helpless upon hearing Zhang Feng say his hand trembled.

The pleasure came from the fact that his hand tremor had fully recovered within ordinary limits, invisible to the common eye.

Yet Zhang Feng instantly saw through it.

The helplessness stemmed from the fact that, even though his hand almost seemed normal, he couldn’t return to the operating table.

"How did your hand get injured?" Zhang Feng looked at the shallow scar exposed by his cuff, "Was it a sharp object? Glass?"

"Yes." The deputy director sighed, sitting opposite Zhang Feng, "A few years ago, there was an unexpected situation during one of my surgeries.

I remember clearly, that surgery lasted twelve hours and six minutes.

When the surgery was finished, I was completely exhausted, returned to the office for a drink, lost focus, staggered, smashed the cup, and my hand went down on it."

He revealed the scars on his right wrist and thumb joint, where tendons were severed.

Although healing was possible, there could be residual effects like limited joint movement and weakened strength.

"Don’t be fooled by the scary-looking scars, I’ve healed very well."

The deputy director lowered his cuff and then rose to retrieve a thick-handled surgical knife from the drawer beside the table,

"At first, my trembling was worse, but after years of practice, it improved significantly, yet even so, I can’t return to surgery.

As a doctor, I must be responsible not only to myself but also to my patients and their families outside the operating room."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng paused for a few seconds and then asked, "Dr. Wu, do you want to return to the operating room?"

"I do!" The deputy director answered earnestly and with hope, "I’m only forty-three this year, I’ve studied neurosurgery for twenty-eight years. Teacher Zhang, look at me, I’m still young! I can save many more people!"

"Then I’m not saving you, I’m saving them." Zhang Feng reached out his right hand, "Please extend your hand, I can treat it."

"Alright..." The deputy director excitedly extended his hand.

Zhang Feng did not take his pulse or examine the bones but instead grasped his wrist with his entire palm, "Dr. Wu, today afternoon while treating other doctors, I used power techniques.

Which gave the appearance similar to traditional medicine theories.

Your injuries are too severe, so what I’ll use next might overturn all your medical knowledge.

Because it’s an extraordinary martial art known as Overclocking Resonance."

As soon as these words fell.

Zhang Feng, using the resonance technique of Demon Subduing Fist, seized the acupuncture points on the deputy director’s wrist and first administered ’anesthesia.’

Otherwise, using overclocking power directly to resonate the tendons and promote rapid metabolism and repair would cause severe pain akin to nerves and flesh being ripped beneath the skin by an iron tweezers.

Meanwhile.

The deputy director yet to understand Zhang Feng’s words felt an indescribable sensation of ’separation of bone and flesh.’

That feeling resembled being anesthetized and then having one’s flesh cut by a surgeon; it was a strange sensation of separation.

He had also experienced this sense of separation the day his wrist was injured.

’Is this anesthesia?’ The deputy director was puzzled by how someone could achieve rapid anesthesia through a technique, but now he witnessed it.

Subsequently, as Zhang Feng targeted his hand tendons, with myriad power techniques and resonances, his palm’s flesh and blood reached overclocking resonance.

Buzz—

It seemed like an instant or several minutes passed.

The deputy director sensed overclocking resonation instantaneously, as though his entire body was vibrating slightly and his brain’s neural network was cut off momentarily.

But he hadn’t lost himself for long.

Zhang Feng withdrew his palm and said to the gradually lucid deputy director: "Dr. Wu."

"Hmm?" The deputy director, still somewhat dazed, looked at Zhang Feng, hearing a slight ringing.

"Your constitution is too low." Zhang Feng noted his expression, "So during overclocking, there is ’derealization’, as your neural network was vibrated.

But you’ll recover in less than half a minute."

Zhang Feng left unsaid one point.

That was, if the vibration lasted several more seconds, he would be in ’brain death.’

"It’s repaired now." Zhang Feng didn’t mention these scary things but kindly pointed to the surgical knife on the table, "Try it again?"

"Alright..." By now, the deputy director gradually regained clarity, excitedly walking to the desk and picking up the surgical knife again.

This time, his hand was steady without a tremor.

"Teacher Zhang! I can go back!"

Seeing this, Dr. Wu couldn’t help but shed tears.

Seeing Dr. Wu in such a state, Zhang Feng stood before him, gently patted his shoulder like taking care of a child, saying:

"Don’t mention gratitude.

But Dr. Wu, could you possibly use your position to arrange some people to visit my martial arts center without affecting hospital operations?

Because I’m currently working on a human big data testing project.

Regarding specialized knowledge and testing, I wish to enlist some professionals as help.

Of course, if your hospital doesn’t have related regulations, I’ll certainly compensate them, ensuring their efforts aren’t in vain."

"Help?" Dr. Wu paused at first, then quickly understood and assuredly said, "Practicing medicine or staffing clinics outside during break time poses no issue.

Your martial arts center, no issue at all!"

...

Over the following days.

Zhang Feng stayed at home.

Because the martial arts center was filled with the sounds of machine installation and technicians from factories testing the machines.

Comparatively, home was much quieter.

Zhang Feng also utilized this time to enhance his constitution through resonance while continuing spirit awakening.

Unknowingly, by the seventh evening.

Spirit awakening reached 73%

Zhang Feng continued with spirit awakening and night running, his movements slightly awkward, but nobody paid any attention.

Then.

He continued night running and returned home early, before ten o’clock.

Freshened up.

At eleven, Zhang Feng lay in bed, covering himself with blankets against the cold, eagerly looking at the level 3 world countdown.

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