Sister, you miss me

In the dimness, Yang Feng could feel exhausted, but there seemed to be something that didn't exist in his head.

"It's merit." A familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Master."

Yang Feng looked up in a hurry, Master Jing Song stood in the air, condescendingly looking at Yang Feng.

"Oh, so this is merit."

"Yes, those things you do can be counted as a little merit."

"What's the point? Doesn't the Buddhist school say that saving one's life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha?"

"You would also say that it is a Buddhist school, we are Taoist school."

"Oh." Yang Feng felt that there seemed to be such a point of truth, and immediately thought of a new question: "Master, why do I make life and death every time I save people?"

"You are too weak!" Jing Song shook his head: "Your cultivation is not enough, and you will still do less of this kind of thing in the future. Remember, you can't save sentient beings."

"I understand. If I think I should be saved, I will save it."

Jing Song nodded: "This time you can't break and stand still, because of a blessing in disguise, "Nine Sun Gong" actually improved a little."

"Really!"

"Excited fart, it's still far from Dacheng. I'll warn you again, and absolutely must guard your Yuanyang."

"Hey..." Yang Feng sighed, then looked up, where was the shadow of Master.

"Master, Master..."

"Yang Feng, Yang Feng, wake up."

In a daze, he felt that someone was shaking his head, and there was a woman calling him. Yang Feng frowned and opened his eyes slowly, only to find himself lying on the hospital bed with Roland full of concern.

"I..." Yang Feng said when he was sober, that he realized that his voice was hoarse.

Roland immediately brought a glass of warm water, copied Yang Feng's neck, and poured it in.

A cup of water makes my throat more comfortable.

Yang Feng swallowed and saw Roland's eyes swollen, and asked: "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock in the morning."

"It's so late. By the way," Yang Feng was about to sit up suddenly, but he couldn't complete this action alone. He panted and said, "Child, how about little stone?"

Roland smiled with red eyes, "The operation was a success, it's all up to you."

"That's good." Yang Feng shook his head: "Then why don't you sleep?"

"You are asleep, how can I sleep?"

With surprise in Yang Feng's eyes, he looked at Roland with determination.

Roland is about 1.68 meters tall, slender and plump, with an oval face and hair just over the shoulders, very smooth.

A white coat on the upper body, tight jeans underneath, the legs are straight and thin.

Roland dressed in this way, coupled with a pair of big compassionate eyes, looks like a holy white lotus.

"Thank you." Yang Feng smiled weakly, and asked: "Did I just say something?"

"Oh." Roland hurriedly swept the hair around his ears to hide his embarrassment. Just now, his state was like letting Yang Feng watch and eat."Well, you have been calling Master Master, do you have a Master?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "I don't have a master, I must have had a dream." In my heart, I wondered, could it be that the master had entered my dream?

Roland leaned over, looking curious: "What dream? What did you dream about, tell me?" After finishing speaking, he immediately shook his head: "Forget it, you are tired now and need to rest."

Yang Feng nodded: "Does anyone call me?"

"Yes, your sister, I said you are helping Director Wang perform the operation."

"Well, thank you, it's okay, you are also tired, hurry up and sleep for a while, it should be bright soon."

"I can't sleep, the more tired I get, the more I can't sleep."

"I believe this, after a little bit, I am the same."

"If you can't sleep, why don't we have a chat?" Roland sat on the stool beside the bed, folded his hands on the bedside table, then put his face on his arms and looked at Yang Feng.

"What are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Roland thought for a while, and said, "What method did you use to save Little Rock?"

"Qigong can also be said to be internal strength, as well as acupuncture."

"How do you know these? Your father taught it, right?"

Yang Feng did not comment, and said: "In fact, these are not enough. If Dean Liu fails the operation, it will be in vain."

Roland shook his head: "Yang Feng, don't underestimate yourself, you are the one who plays a decisive role."

"That's right." Yang Feng said suddenly: "Sister, please tell Dean Liu, I still hope that the hospital will keep it confidential."

"But why? You are obviously the genius doctor who brought the death back to life."

"I'm afraid of trouble." Yang Feng paused and continued: "Besides, I am not here."

"Then your ambition is..."

"Be the emperor."

Roland "poofed" smiled: "You are so funny."

"I'm not funny, the emperor, it's great to have money and women."

"Nonsense, everyone wants to be emperor."

"I found that this ideal is not very realistic, so I should give priority to being a rich man."

"This is not difficult to achieve, especially for you, you have the earth-shattering medical skills."

"Okay, don't laugh and be generous, there are so many experts in this world."

"In my eyes, you are the only one."

Yang Feng stared at a pretty face close at hand. Slowly, Roland blushed, and Yang Feng suddenly "poofed" with a smile: "Sister Gan, aren't you going to pick me up?"

"I hate it!" Roland sat up, smiled and said, "Well, since you want to walk at night in Jinyi, then I will go to Dean Liu now and ask the doctors and nurses present tonight to keep it secret."

"Well, please." Yang Feng shook his head and said: "The arrangement is over, you also go to the duty room to rest."

"I do not want."

"You don't want to share the bed with your god brother, right?"

"You..." Roland stomped and turned away.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Yang Feng turned over and walked flat, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and closed his eyes.

Observe the nose with the eyes, the heart with the nose, and the intention to guard the dantian.

Yang Feng easily completed the internal view.

In the upper dantian, the Spirit Devouring Orb was really different, as if he was closer to himself.

In the lower dantian, Yang Feng saw a cloud of light blue, gathering and scattering.

Try to use mind control, according to the mantra of "Nine Sun Gong", run one week, another week.

Slowly, the tiredness went away, and the strength was refilled.

Yang Feng sat up and got out of bed. Although he was not full of energy, he could move freely.

So Yang Feng took his mobile phone, wallet, and keys, left the ward quietly, thought for a while, and turned it off.

In the morning, Yang Feng was woken up by his sister.

Qin Xue asked: "Brother, what time did you come back last night?"

"It's almost four o'clock." Yang Feng said weakly.

"Can you really help Director Wang perform the operation?" Qin Xue's pretty face was very close to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng smiled, suddenly propped his head, and pecked Qin Xue on the side of his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Qin Xue was caught off guard, and her cheeks immediately turned red.

"As for? Other foreigners have to hug each other when they meet."

"You hate it, taking advantage of others and being so confident."

"Hmph, brother and sister, what a pure brother-sister relationship, you must be so excited, you must want to be crooked."

"You...I..." Qin Xue gaped, and said after a long while: "I didn't."

"If you don't have it, you are my dearest sister, behave, you can make the meal before you wake up your brother."

Qin Xue angrily charged Xiaohan, clenched and released his fists, and finally walked out bitterly.

Yang Feng smiled, wiped his lips with his fingertips, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, and murmured, "It's so fragrant!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng scolded himself "shamelessly" again, then closed his eyes, did the work for twelve weeks, and got out of bed refreshed.

During breakfast, my father Yang Zhantian mentioned the incident last night and said, "Yang Feng, you were really at the county hospital last night, really helping Director Wang to perform the operation?"

Yang Feng nodded: "Director Wang encountered a tricky problem. He wanted to trouble you, but he knew you were indifferent to fame and fortune, and was afraid of trouble, so he had to ask me to try."

Yang Zhantian's face was a little hot, but his heart was very helpful.

"The disease that can make Wang Fenglin troublesome, must be some intractable disease, right?"

Yang Feng said while biting the dough sticks, "A child, two months old, has a congenital heart failure and heart failure during the operation."

Yang Zhantian's eyes widened: "So, the operation failed?"

Yang Feng took a sip of rice porridge, wiped his lips, and said, "No, fortunately I am here. Using the acupuncture you taught me to stimulate the child's vitality, the operation was successful and the child was saved."

"Really, great!" Yang Zhantian did not pretend.

"Yes, a cute child, like an angel."

"Brother, say so, did you save a child?"

Yang Feng scratched his head: "It's not all my credit. Dean Liu did the operation."

Yang Zhantian took a piece of mustard tuber, chewed it quickly, and said, "Xiao Feng, you can save the dead and heal the wounded. Dad is very pleased and very happy."

Yang Feng smiled and said: "There is always a reward for what you give. In order to express his gratitude, Dean Liu gave a work permit."

"What?" Yang Zhantian asked in shock.

"You heard me right. Although I don't have a doctor's license, the county hospital recognizes me. I am a doctor there."

"My goodness, son, Dad is a little envious of you."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Dad is a world-class man, indifferent to fame and fortune. When Director Wang strongly invited you to join the county hospital, you politely declined."

Yang Zhantian's face was a little burnt, and he waved his hand: "It's dictated by his personality, and he can't be restrained, there's no way."

Yang Feng said: "How can I have time? So, Liu Yi-hand promised a guaranteed salary, and then according to the operation commission."

"Ah, this is fine?" Yang Zhantian was completely messed up.

On the way to school, Qin Xue was still skeptical: "Brother, do you really know medical skills?"

"Of course, I have done the true story of our dad, he said, I have been better than blue."

"Brother, how can you do this?"

"Oh...I don't want to either."

"hypocritical!"

During the morning reading, two major events occurred in Class 38. In fact, it can also be said to be a major event in the first.

In the first one, in full view, He Lingxin, the monitor and school flower, sent a letter to Yang Feng.

Before the students had time to be surprised, the second major event happened.

Bingqian, an iceberg-level beauty student, immediately followed He Lingxin and sent a letter to Yang Feng.

As a result, early reading is impossible.