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Ye Fan was taken aback, could it be that the medicine he found from the axis of the earth had any side effects?

He didn't bother to ask more, so he hurriedly ran to Feng Xiaohui's ward with Feng Yueying, and Roonida and the others also went over.

As soon as he entered the ward, he found that Feng Xiaohui was lying on the bed, his body was constantly convulsing, his face was sweating, his expression was uncomfortable, and he was breathing heavily.

The nurse in charge of the care next to her looked dazed and anxious, and had no idea what was going on.

"It's been like this since it started!, what's wrong with my brother!?" Feng Yueying was about to cry out in a hurry.

Roonida hurriedly ran to the brainwave detection device, looked at the data display, and said in surprise: "Oh my God! His brain is extremely active! Now his brain doesn't look like a vegetative person at all, it's like a crazy computer!"

Ye Fan stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Feng Xiaohui's wrist, checked the pulse, and said, "Although the body is weak, the pulse is fine, it seems that ...... The problem is in the activity of his brain."

"Is he having a nightmare because there are too many terrifying things in his head?" Du Yun'er guessed.

"It's possible, but even if it's a nightmare, it's a good thing! at least...... It means that the activity of his brain cells has been successfully improved!" said Ronida.

At this moment, Feng Xiaohui, who was lying on the bed, suddenly shouted!

"Ahh

With Feng Xiaohui's shouting, the instrument that detects brain waves directly emitted an alarm!

"Beep-"

The shrill siren left Roonida dumbfounded.

"This ...... How is this possible? His brain waves have exceeded the limit of what the instrument can detect!? Are these still human brain waves!?"

Just when everyone was confused, there were more abnormal changes in the ward!

I saw that the tables, chairs, and shelves all began to shake, and the fruits, flower pots, books, and small electrical appliances also shook there.

It's as if an invisible force is touching them.

"Oh God!" the little nurse was so frightened when she saw this scene that she rushed out of the door and fled.

Ye Fan looked at Feng Xiaohui with flickering eyes, and he suddenly thought of one thing—spiritual power!

Feng Xiaohui's brain is extremely active, and the brain waves are wildly enhanced, isn't it a manifestation of mental power?

Psychic abilities who can retrieve objects from the air, and magicians who control magical elements with mental power, are all people with brains that are different from ordinary people.

Could it be that their treatment method accidentally gave Feng Xiaohui's brain a powerful spiritual power?!

"Husband, what's wrong with Xiaohui, he ...... Will he still be able to wake up?" Feng Yueying became more and more worried after being surprised.

Ye Fan frowned, and was about to say something, but when he saw that the things in the room had stopped moving, everything calmed down.

Feng Xiaohui seemed to have collapsed, lying on the bed and falling asleep.

"Xiaohui!Xiaohui!!" Feng Yueying thought that there was something big wrong with her brother, so she went up and pushed twice.

Ye Fan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop her and said, "Yingying, don't worry, I feel that Xiaohui may be fine."

"Is it okay? Why?" Feng Yueying asked.

"You see the way he sleeps, just like a normal person sleeping after fatigue, it's completely different from the original appearance," Ye Fan said.

Feng Yueying took a closer look and found that this was indeed the case, although the difference was not particularly big, but she could feel that this was a normal person who was tired and fell asleep.

"Let's wait, wait for him to wake up," Ye Fan said.

Feng Yueying bit her lower lip and nodded, her eyes full of anticipation.

When night fell, Ye Fan accompanied Feng Yueying in the nursing ward and stayed quietly.

Feng Xiaohui's situation was very special, and Ye Fan did not dare to leave the ward.

Du Yuner bought some delicious takeaway for the two of them very intimately, after all, the taste of the things in the hospital is very ordinary.

After the three of them had some dinner, Ye Fan asked Du Yun'er to go to Roonida, took a laptop, and looked at the medical data of the Earth's axis in the ward.

"Brother Ye Fan, have you found a way to save Angel?" Du Yun'er asked softly.

"How can it be so easy...... By the way, how come Yun'er, you also know about Angel'er", Ye Fan wondered.

"I told Yun'er, you didn't mention it when you were there", Feng Yueying said curiously: "Husband, is Angel your first love?"

Seeing the two women looking at him very gossipy, Ye Fan couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "What a first love, when I met Angel, she was only thirteen years old."

"Huh, so small?" Feng Yueying said, "I thought it was a big beauty."

"If Angel can grow up smoothly, she should also be a big beauty, but ...... For me, her soul is the most beautiful", Ye Fan seemed to mutter.

"Husband, didn't you say you would tell me about Angel, now let's talk about it", Feng Yueying said.

Ye Fan felt that this was fine, let Feng Yueying divert her attention, don't worry about Feng Xiaohui's affairs all the time, so he nodded and said, "You may already know that I was favored by the old-ones people back then, was tied up overseas, and after life and death selection and hard training, I was selected by the Black Emperor to become his disciple......

I started the industry at the age of thirteen, officially using the codename 'fallen' as a killer, killing people all over the world, and by the time I turned seventeen, I was already the most expensive killer in the world......

My killing efficiency and the number of enemies killed on the battlefield were all record-breaking first, and at that time, I was numb to killing, and of course, every day when I opened my eyes, there were countless people who wanted to kill me for various purposes......"

Ye Fan told leisurely, recalling the past years in his mind, and the two women listened quietly, gradually immersed in Ye Fan's past time......

……

In the vast African savannah, a river meanders through it.

A piece of land on the far side of the river has been reclaimed and turned into a small bazaar.

The local natives and some people from nearby towns will come here to exchange the most primitive goods for daily necessities.

Currency, completely meaningless in such a country, perverted inflation, makes the currency of this African country no different from toilet paper.

Where there are people, there is business to do.

There are a few small stalls on the north side of the bazaar, selling scones made of cassava flour and soup made from wild vegetables from the grassland, as well as some smoked pheasant meat and wild boar.

Things are very rough, but it is not easy to fill your stomach with serious food, in this backward land.

A young-looking man, with black hair and yellow skin, wearing a camouflage jacket and a nonchamoral temperament, was sitting in a stall, and one person occupied a wooden table.

He gulped down the soup, nibbled on wild boar, and in front of him was a ceramic basin with several tapioca cakes.

Such a meal is definitely sumptuous here, enough to make many black natives and civilians who pass by swallow their saliva straight away.

The young men were gobbling up their food, and three thin black children, who looked to be five or six years old, at most seven or eight years old, came up.

The eldest of them, a little girl, held a clay bowl with broken sides and stretched out to the young man.

The three children smelled the food, swallowed eagerly, and looked at the strange passer-by, begging for something to eat.

"Good Samaritan, my two younger brothers and I have not eaten for two days, can you give us a little tapioca cake...... There are three of us, half of us......" the little black girl said in the native indigenous language, regardless of whether the young man understood it or not.

The man raised his head and his cold gaze fell on the three children, "Three people, half a piece of bread, is it enough to eat?"

As soon as he spoke, the man was proficient in the indigenous language of the tribe.

(三七 Chinese.)