Jiang Nanjun fell into the fantasy world of noodles, and Ling Xuanluo had to pull him out, so he mistook himself for Jiangnan Huanshu, led him, and entered the virtual realm of the lakeless lake. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sitting above the shoreless lake, Jiang Nanjun was hypnotized by Ling Xuanluo and fell into a deep sleep. Immediately after, Ling Xuanluo used the Yaohai Jue to send out his thoughts, sucked his damaged brain into his mind, and found a broken brain vein.

The structure of the human brain is intricate, and the paths are crisscrossed, making it more difficult to identify than a maze. If you are not careful, your fingers will touch places that you should not touch, causing new injuries to the patient.

Ling Xuanluo's spirit was highly nervous, for fear that something would go wrong, and he was already sweating. However, the movement of his fingers was relaxed and unflustered, and he was extremely cautious in trying to insert his two fingers into the gap between the brain waves to clamp the threads of the veins.

However, the gap between the discoid brain waves is extremely narrow, and no matter how careful he is, it is inevitable that he will touch a certain circle of white smoke. With a slight touch, the smoke dispersed, and Jiang Nanjun's pain intensified after being stimulated, and he would let out a painful moan in his sleep.

"After being tormented by headaches for so long, my brother must have been unbearable. The fluctuation of brain waves further increases the burden on the skull, and it is hard to say that he will wake up in pain, how can this be good?"

At the beginning, he was blocked, he was a little anxious, and when he was in a hurry, his hand lost the stability just now, but instead touched the brainwave a few times, so that Jiang Nanjun's facial features were almost screwed together.

Seeing this, Ling Xuanluo was even more flustered, and hurriedly retracted his fingers first, thinking about how to adjust next.

After calming down for a moment, his thoughts gradually became clearer, and he said to himself: "Since the virtual realm of this shoreless lake is constructed by my spiritual power, I am the master of the virtual realm, and I can command it at will. According to this reasoning, if I use the Wan Yu Jue, can I move the brain waves?

After making up his mind and doubling his confidence, he decisively made a move, and after reciting "Yuxian", his fingertips pulled out the galaxy-like fog belt, and the fog belt was inserted into the gap between the brain waves, and the starlight expanded little by little, and suddenly, the space in his mind was magnified countless times.

"It's done! It really works!" he was so excited that he almost cheered, but when he realized that the danger was still there, he hurriedly reminded himself not to relax, and once again leaned in and pressed his fingers to the left and right, and the picture was stretched. As he continued to spread out, he was finally able to pass through the gap and touch the veins without obstacles.

The big problem is solved, and next, he thinks that the road will be smooth, as long as the pulse is on the pulse and connected well, it will be done.

But thinking about it carefully, Xi Mutong's worried expression shook in front of her eyes again.

"No, if the continuation of the pulse is so simple, why is my aunt so cautious, and she wants to tell me everything and ask me to be careful and meticulous?"

Thinking of this, he had an extra heart, and for the time being, he did not have an artery line, but rechecked the situation in the brain.

I didn't look at it and didn't realize it, but when I saw it, I gasped and complained about myself, and almost killed Jiang Nanjun because of my carelessness.

It turned out that in the excitement, he forgot that there was blood oozing out after the brain pulse was broken, and the blood clots covering the tissues had to be cleaned up in advance.

In addition, because the veins have been disconnected for some time, even the blood in the vasculature has begun to clot, which is why the veins are purple.

If you take the liberty of closing the vein, the blood flow inside cannot restore circulation, and Jiang Nanjun will never want to wake up again.

It seems that in the cerebral pulse continuation operation, finding the severed head is the first level, and the second level is to clean up the congestion.