I only heard a "squeak", but the door closed automatically. Zhang Feng turned around to push the door, but couldn't push it open. The hell won't let him out. Zhang Feng looked at the situation in the room with a flashlight, and saw that there was nothing in the room except for a small table made of stone against the wall opposite the door.

Zhang Feng walked to the table in a few steps, and looked carefully with a flashlight, that is, an ordinary stone slab was placed on top of an ordinary stone pier, which was neither made of gold nor silver. The dream of making a fortune shattered again.

"Brother finally crossed over, and he didn't even have any benefits. It's not scientific. Zhang Feng muttered to himself.

Zhang Feng looked at the table again, and saw that there was an apple-sized translucent object on the right side of the table, Zhang Feng felt a little familiar at a glance, could it be that it was a treasure.

He was about to pick it up and take a look, but he glanced at the thing on the left side of the table, and saw that it was a thin wooden board with a width of one or two fingers and a length pressed two small pieces of paper, Zhang Feng was happy in his heart, these two pieces of paper were probably martial arts cheats. It is estimated that this is the benefit of brother's crossing.

Zhang Feng didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly took the small wooden board aside, picked up a piece of paper, and looked at it with a flashlight.

Half an hour later, Zhang Feng wanted to cry, there were a lot of words on the paper, there were more than 300 words on it, but they were all traditional characters, and Zhang Feng really didn't recognize many traditional characters.

In half an hour, Zhang Feng only recognized three words, and one word was Meng. Golden Trick. The word in the middle is still blind. Because Zhang Feng knew that Zhang Zhongjing's theory of typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases was also called Jin Kui.

Zhang Feng recognized the traditional writing of the word 'Jue', and he also recognized the traditional writing of the character 'Jin'. But Jin Kuijue is not like the name of the medical book, and Zhang Feng estimates that Zhang Zhongjing's theory of typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases must be strange. If he didn't die this time, Zhang Feng decided to buy a copy at Xinhua Bookstore and study it carefully.

Zhang Feng put down this piece of paper and picked up another piece of paper, and for another half an hour, Zhang Feng racked his brains and exhausted countless brain cells. Recognize 5 out of more than 300 traditional characters.

It's finally an improvement over the previous one. The words 'Benmu' and 'Yi Tidan'. 'Benmu' Zhang Feng has never seen it, nor has he heard of it. I only know that there is an idiom called woody water source.

As for Yi Tidan, I don't know what it is. Zhang Feng put down the second piece of paper in disappointment again. Zhang Feng had no choice, he had to pick up the thing that looked familiar. Zhang Feng broke it with his hand and tore it. But it can't be moved, it's quite sturdy.

Zhang Feng played with it a few times in his hand and recognized it. I'm the sun, this is a pathological model of an ovarian cyst. I saw that the pathological model of this ovarian cyst was wrapped in something the size of a peanut and a black pill.

Since the colloids are translucent, the contents of the package are not very clear. But as long as this thing is a pathological model of an ovarian cyst. It's easy to do.

In his previous life, Zhang Feng didn't have an ovarian cyst surgery one day. This thing is familiar to Zhang Feng.

In his previous life, Zhang Feng was the vice president of business and the director of general surgery of a district and district people's hospital in Heshi, and he was proficient in internal medicine, surgery, gynecology, and pediatrics.

Although the people's hospitals under the jurisdiction of the prefecture and city level are at the same level as the people's hospitals of various counties, the county people's hospital is the largest hospital in a county.

Undergraduate graduates are also willing to go, but the District People's Hospital is different, the District People's Hospital and the Municipal People's Hospital are in the same urban area, and the distance is not too far, and undergraduates are not willing to go to the District People's Hospital.

As a result, doctors in district hospitals have had to improve their skills and general practice. That's why in his previous life, Zhang Feng, the director of surgery, often did gynecological surgery.

Zhang Feng held this pathological model of ovarian cyst and felt very kind. Zhang Feng first tore off a piece of omentum that looked like it was pasted to an ovarian cyst, and then tore it off with a light touch.

It's not like it just now, it's the right way. The rest is simple. Five minutes later, a black pill the size of a peanut was held in Zhang Feng's hand.

What is this thing, the more Zhang Feng looks at it, the more it looks like the kind of fake medicine pills sold by strong men who sell tricks in the village.

Zhang Feng remembers that in the 90s, the movie "Shaolin Temple" was popular all over the Yellow River, and after the north and south of the river, a group of strong monks wearing robes came to the village to fight for a while in the open space in the village.

Then they sold something similar to the black pill in Zhang Feng's hand. It is said that it can cure all diseases, and the elderly can prolong their lives if they are not sick.

Father Zhang also spent nearly 100 yuan to buy one for Grandpa Zhang Feng and let Grandpa Zhang eat it. The result, of course, was of no avail.

So Zhang Feng wanted to throw away this thing in his hand, but he thought, this is a fake medicine, and it was a fake medicine hundreds of years ago, isn't this an antique, right, it is estimated that it can be sold for some money, so Zhang Feng put the black pill in his trouser pocket.

Next, Zhang Feng began to look for a way to get out, he couldn't be trapped in this room. Zhang Feng turned around the room n times, almost touched the walls in the room inch by inch, and didn't find any mechanism, and kicked the door a few times and hit it a few times.

An hour later, Zhang Feng sat on the ground exhausted, looking at the roof two or three meters high, a little desperate. Zhang Feng thought to himself, even if the roof can go out, he won't work lightly.

Zhang Feng touched the black pill in his trouser pocket again, and thought: Trapped here must be a death, and it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening of May 2 when he looked at his watch.

He hadn't eaten or drunk for a day and a night, and he wouldn't necessarily die if he ate that black pill, maybe his character would explode lightly, and he hoped that if he had more strength, he would be able to move the slate and smash the door. If you don't eat, you will definitely die, and you will die of thirst.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng took out the black pill, his heart was horizontal, he closed his eyes, and put the black pill in his mouth.

As soon as Zhang Feng put the black pill in his mouth, he was about to lick it with his tongue and taste whether it was bitter or not, when he felt a hot current rushing from his throat to his abdomen, Zhang Feng was startled, and after a while, he felt a pain in his abdomen.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, it's broken, it's really a fake medicine. Zhang Feng felt more and more pain in his abdomen, like a force cut. This is a development towards 'gastric perforation'.

Zhang Feng thought sadly in his heart. Hey! No, Zhang Feng immediately jumped up, and squatted down as soon as his pants were taken off. Fortunately, there is no one else in this room. The room immediately resounded with a sparse noise, which lasted for a long time, and made Zhang Feng weak.

Zhang Feng finally cleaned up, reluctantly stood up, and moved to the side. The stomach is not painful anymore.

Zhang Feng felt a headache again. Slowly intensifying. And the body began to sweat, and gradually sweated like pulp. Zhang Feng felt as if something was drilling into his brain, much like the description of the online novel that Zhang Feng read in his previous life. I have a sun, could it be that there is something to take away my brother's house, why is my brother so unlucky, it has only been a few hours.

Zhang Feng was complaining about the sky, when he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his head, and his eyes went black, and he fainted. Zhang Feng's last thought was to hope that he could cross over this time to become a martial arts master.

After a long time, Zhang Feng woke up slowly, this thing closed his eyes, shook his head, touched the flashlight, lit it up, and looked around. The room is still the same room, the stone table is still the same stone table, Zhang Feng is of course still the same Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng stood up, stretched his arms, and kicked his legs. The neck is twisted, the buttocks are twisted, and I still can't do light work, but I don't seem to feel hungry, and my strength seems to be a little bigger.

But he was covered with a lot of black dirt all over his body, and his clothes were semi-wet and not dry, probably from sweat. But I can't do that much now.

Zhang Feng walked to the stone table and was about to move the stone table to smash the door, but saw that there was only the small piece of wood left on the table, and the two pieces of paper and the translucent gel that Zhang Feng tore off and put on the table disappeared. This ancient tomb is really evil.