In the laboratory, in front of the operating table.
Catherine is checking Feng Jingshan's injuries.
While watching, he shook his head in disbelief: "Half of his stomach is gone, and his spleen and liver are severely damaged... Can he really survive like this?"
Lying on the operating table, Feng Jingshan looked at Catherine in horror.
It was impossible not to be frightened. Not to mention him, everyone near the operating table, including Zhang Qijin, Shen Shengnan, Yu Weiyang, Ying Ning and others, felt their scalps numb.
Catherine's hands were constantly playing with Feng Jingshan's body, and from time to time she would take out a piece of something to study, while speaking in an incomprehensible language.
This feeling of watching others playing with their internal organs is truly terrifying!
If Feng Jingshan hadn't been anesthetized with a dose enough to trouble two elephants, had his hands cuffed, and had an oversized gun pressed against his head, he would have jumped up long ago.
If Yu Weiyang and the others were initially hostile to Catherine, then confused, then admired, then now they are frightened.
Cutting a living person open to examine his internal organs is indeed a very nerve-wracking thing, especially for people in this era.
This made Zhuo Junyan a little envious for a time - this special girl is also a good way to obtain deterrence.
But think about having an operation on the street... forget it, it would be easier to fight and kill someone.
At that moment, I translated what Catherine said and said, "You are wondering, how can he survive like this?"
Zhuo Junyan cried and said: "I really can't deal with Chang Zai..."
Gui Mao translated to Catherine: "I said that I have a secret method that can't make the damaged internal organs grow again, although it will consume a lot of my life and shorten my life span."
Jiao Shanlin was confused: "Can you see it with your own eyes?"
"It's OK under anesthesia, and that kind of witnessing is not too meaningful. Isn't it like wolverine's re-growth and cell regeneration? He looked at it with his eyes to see what happened." Jiao Shanyan said.
"But I don't possess the magic of death."
"Yes, I have. But sometimes martial arts can't play a role similar to magic, just like you can't control objects without internal strength and matching martial arts. Although the essence is the same, the appearance is not the same!"
"Mortals only look at appearances, scientists only look at the essence!" Catherine said: "You think it may have nothing to do with the Y element, which focuses on life. But does he know that life has no standards? Humans are life, and so are animals. What about this plant? Really? It’s a pity that he didn’t bring an endoscope, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to observe my internal changes.”
Gui Mao Mao was confused by your thoughts: "You must have brought me here last time, and then you personally found someone to poke the hole and let him look inside. Are you satisfied?"
"Okay. You need some fragments of my internal organs." As she spoke, Jiao Shanlin used a scalpel to cut off a large piece of my internal organs and said, "Anyway, I can regenerate."
Gui Mao Mao laughed: "I'm wrong."
He turned to look at Zhuo Junyan: "Write the Dragon Controlling Heavenly Scripture... and if you write it down, you will be nicer to him."
Jiao Shanyan shouted in despair: "You write! Is it okay if you write?"
Half an hour ago, Gui Mao Mao took the Dragon Controlling Scripture and left with satisfaction.
As soon as he walked out of the laboratory, Gui Maomao suddenly noticed something and looked to the side.
I saw Feng Jingshan poking his head in the tree.
Gui Mao Mao stopped and shouted: "What are you doing? You're sneaky."
Feng Jingshan stuck out his tongue and jumped out: "I didn't want to see Sister Shen, Sister Yue, and Sister Yu. He took you all to work for Sister Kai, so you can have a good time talking."
You were squirming with your hands behind your back, with a good-natured look on your face.
Gui Mao Mao had a look on his face that you could understand: "What about now?"
Feng Jingshan shook his neck helplessly: "You want to go too, but we asked you to retreat, saying that it is an important place for medical research... what is medical research?"
Gui Mao Mao didn't answer, but just said: "He wants you to accompany him, so he will ask you to come out, but he can go."
Feng Jingshan was not discouraged: "Why did he let you go?"
"Because he is careless, you don't want him to cause any trouble." Jiao Shanyan turned and walked away.
"Hey! You're just not naughty at ordinary times, you're just careless." The big wild cat shouted to the little kitten.
Gui Mao only listens and sees.
That day, Gui Maomao spent his time studying the Dragon Control Manual.
The Dragon Controlling Heaven Sutra is a mental method that attaches great importance to the use of internal qi, so its practice is generally ineffective in terms of qi and blood meridians. It is very close to the Eternal Clouds and Heavens Sutra, but it is not the same in specific application. .
The feedback of the heavy Qi of the Eternal Clouds and Heavens Sutra acts on one's own body, and Yulong refers to the control of objects by the heavy Qi of the Heavenly Sutra, which acts on the control.
The application of the two is the same, and the effect produced is also the same.
As Gui Mao, who also does not have the art of controlling objects, he can even feel the difference between the method of controlling the sword and the art of controlling objects.
Controlling the Dragon means that the Heavenly Scripture uses Qi to control objects and operates the inner breath, while the Art of Controlling the Materials communicates with the element of the astral crystal to make matter fly up automatically.
We must talk about the difference. The latter is probably a physical movement, and the former is probably... a chemical movement, right?
It is difficult to give a clear answer as to how it belongs to Mao Mao’s mathematical and physical chemistry.
However, the two ways of controlling things are the same, and the effects they bring are also the same.
The art of controlling objects uses the mind to control things, so it is more flexible and convenient. As the saying goes, you can control objects wherever your mind goes.
The sword control technique is more weak and complex, with single changes and weak power.
The Wanjian Sect does not use the art of controlling objects as a supplement, but the art of controlling swords as the core. It forms a set of sword control techniques with few changes and endless mysteries.
To put it bluntly, it is not the sword control technique but the inner energy that controls the sword. The object control technique uses the inner energy as an object to control it, taking a step back to weaken the sword control effect - it is like adding a layer of ordinary BUFF.
When Gui Mao used the golden bell cover, it was not for fun.
Today, Gui Mao Mao has just started to practice the Dragon Controlling Heaven Sutra. With a ding-dong sound, the system prompts that my Dragon Controlling Heaven Acupoint Sutra has been promoted to the first level.
Because it is close to the Eternal Cloud Sutra, and because of my low understanding, the first level of practice is almost smooth.
It's a pity that the foundation has not been improved because of this, but Gui Mao has become more comfortable in using inner energy.
At that moment, with a casual move, Liska flew up and spun around above my head.
Sure enough, without the Dragon Controlling Heavenly Sutra, combined with the Object Controlling Technique, it saves a small amount of consumption and makes it more convenient to use.
The Wanjian Sect only claims that it cannot fire all ten thousand swords at once, but in fact, some people can do it. It was impossible for Jiao Shanyan to control ten thousand guns and fire at the same time before.
Let’s see which one is more ruthless!
At that moment, Gui Maomao casually moved a cup in the air, and saw the cup flying up and down, but it was obviously much more labor-saving and convenient than before - it was driven by internal force, and the Object Control Technique only made corrections and changes.
save time and energy!
At that moment, I pushed it casually and the cup suddenly flew out of the window.
Just hear an ouch.
Feng Jingshan came back holding his forehead.
You glared angrily at Gui Mao: "Why is he so bad?"
"It's reasonable for a thief to complain about his master, but he still treats himself as a princess." Jiao Shan's hot eyes squinted at you.
Feng Jingshan's face sank: "You are a princess, don't talk nonsense!"
When you return, the kitten will look at you carefully.
The eldest girl has a low nose, deep eye sockets, and a pair of light blue eyes. She really doesn't look like a wild cat.
Gui Xiaomao originally thought that he was the most harmonious existence outside that quaint big house. Now that the big wild cat has left the house, he no longer feels that you are more harmonious than him.
I am this fierce and passionate woman, and I will ride on the battlefield.
But you are a wild and untamed man, roaming the woods and fields.
Such a girl is actually a princess.
Boring! Boring!
The eldest girl's hair stood up when I looked at her: "Hey...he...then what are you doing?"
Gui Mao Mao asked: "Who is his mother?"
Jiao Shanyan shrank his neck for some reason: "People from Huazhou."
"Did he come to you, or because he wanted to go to the laboratory?"
Feng Jingshan raised his head and said: "It's fun. We said that Sister Catherine is a very powerful husband. She can cut people open or let them die. You want to see..."
"So he really wanted to meet Yu Weiyang and Yue Qingqiu? He's so old, he's so mean-spirited, but he knows that knowing others is more important than knowing himself!" Gui Xiaomao laughed again: "I think I have no ambitions, but I'm just doing the same thing. If
If you try to act stupid again, I'm afraid you'll just end up making people laugh."
Feng Jingshan glared at me: "He's in charge!"
"You care about him, but you refuse Chang!"
Feng Jingshan's face immediately turned bitter.
You walked over and grabbed Gui Mao Mao's sleeve: "Hey, he's fine. You often want to go over and play."
The kitten is smiling warmly, its gaze is disdainful, and if you let him wrap your fingers around it, everything will turn into flying catkins!
The little finger pointed forward: "Want me to nod? OK! Come and give me a pat on the back first! The young master who is serving me is feeling comfortable, so maybe I can't open... the front door for him!"