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When Zhang Fang woke up, he subconsciously looked at the length of his arms and his clothes, his arms did not change, but his clothes changed. Of course, it is not transformed into modern clothes, but wrapped around white strips of cloth, like a rice dumpling, or rather, a mummy.

"It's okay, I didn't cross it again, God still has a sense of proportion." Zhang muttered reassuringly. Of course, he did not panic, because it was not a rope that bound him, but a bandage. After feeling it, I found that the bandage was very ironed, neither too tight, nor too much to affect the action, neither Qingyan nor Lunu had such an old-fashioned technique.

When you don't move your eyes and turn up and down, you can see that the place you are in is not a felt tent, but a wooden house. This obviously can't be wilderness, is it...... Well, I remembered, before I fell unconscious, I saw reinforcements...... This is probably a military camp, and most of the people who bandage their wounds are military doctors.

Zhang Fang felt his body first, the internal organs were fine, the bones were not broken, and there was a hot pain in his hands and feet, chest, and back. The more uncomfortable thing is the throat, which is as uncomfortable as a fire coal. But fortunately, they are all flesh injuries, and overall they are only minor injuries.

"Qingyan, Shui ......" the discomfort in his throat caused Zhang to cry out loudly, but he immediately discovered something terrible - he couldn't make a sound.

"Giggle...... Water...... Gurg...... Water...... Fuck it! Zhang Fang was so blushing and his neck was thick, but in addition to making a gurgling sound, the pronunciation of the word "water" became a "silky" exhalation, not to mention others, even he couldn't hear it clearly. In a fit of rage, he burst into foul language. However, this foul language is also inaudible.

Is it difficult, dumb? Don't panic, calm down, sort out the situation first.

First of all, it's good to live on your own; Secondly, all limbs are there, and God should be thanked. On top of that, even if it's really dumb, it's a great luck - at least it's lucky enough compared to the guards who have been fighting side by side but haven't been able to wait until the end.

The inability to make a voice in the throat should be due to damage to the vocal cords. Zhang Fang remembered that when he fell into madness, he roared like a beast. Even if he is so hoarse under normal circumstances, it will cause a lot of damage to the vocal cords, not to mention that he is still in the stage of voice change.

Well, I hope it's just vocal cord edema and bleeding, and when it gets better, it doesn't turn into a broken voice.

Zhang Fang is a doctor, he has more knowledge of the human body than ordinary people, and he can analyze rationally, but he will not be too panicked.

However, even as a healer, it is difficult for him to explain why he became completely irrational and so mad at that time.

Recalling the situation at that time, Zhang Fang still felt chilling. But to be honest, his memory was very vague at that time. To some extent, his situation is the same as that of the Huns under his control, his brain is blank, and he can't help himself. The difference is that one swings the blade by instinct, and the other is completely manipulated and killed.

Is it the soul that has fallen? No, Zhang Fang prefers to boil it down to blood and killing, which inspires people's destructive nature. In addition, his situation is relatively special, and in the end, his reason was blinded by killing intent. However, this loss of control is not all bad, it is equivalent to reminding him that soul piercing is a double-edged sword. If you use it well, the power is endless, and if you lose control, you will be counterattacked.

It's a bit of a "star-absorbing Dafa" rhythm!

Although Zhang Fang couldn't speak, he could make a sound, and as soon as his body moved, the hard couch rattled and alarmed the people waiting outside the house.

With a squeak, the wooden door was pushed open, and a person walked in, and when he saw Zhang Fang open his eyes and turn his head, he shouted in surprise: "Childe, you are awake!" Great, I told Uncle Deng, Uncle Six, Asher, and Mi Lang to go ......"

Zhang Fang raised his hand with difficulty, and after a few ah-ah sounds in his mouth, Qingyan had already rushed out faster than when he came in.

"It's just that hard to drink saliva." Zhang Fang sighed deeply and reluctantly lowered his arm.

Outside the door, there was already the sound of hurried footsteps stepping on the floor......

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Zhang Fang's body improved faster than anyone expected, but within four or five days, the wounds on his body began to itch, which was a prelude to wound healing. For the first day or two, he was still sluggish, and he didn't wake up much, and he spent most of his time in a coma. From the third day onwards, the spirit is growing day by day, and the healing of the body is accelerating. So much so that the medical workers who changed his dressing and washed his wounds every day were quite surprised, which had only been seen in those soldiers who were strong and strong. It's just that this young man's body is not strong, not to mention that he still has a loss of qi and blood.

What surprised the medical staff even more was that the young man gave instructions from time to time, such as the cloth belt for bandaging the wound should be boiled, and try not to touch the contact surface between the cloth band and the wound with your hands when bandaging......

What amazes the medical workers the most is that people don't just say they should do it, they can say why they should do it. Knowing what it is, knowing why it is true, is not convinced.

The medical worker sincerely praised: "If the son hangs the pot, he must be a good doctor." The medical worker didn't know Zhang Fang's identity, otherwise he would never dare to say such a thing.

Oh, at this time, Zhang Fang was already able to speak.

As he judged, he had damaged vocal cords. After a few days of recuperation, the bleeding stopped, the edema was absorbed, and I was able to make a sound. Of course, you can't talk too much yet. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, even he was startled - the original male duck's voice had changed, and it had become low and slightly hoarse, but it was not unpleasant, but had an indescribable taste.

This tone, in modern times, would be considered a magnetic and vicissitudes of baritone, with an additional lethality bonus for women.

Because of the excessive use of the voice, the vocal cords are damaged, but it is a blessing in disguise, and there are many modern singers who get a unique voice that is highly recognizable. So this situation exists both medically and in reality. It's just that this kind of voice really doesn't match Zhang Fang's sunny and handsome appearance. It is an additional bonus to his therapeutic hypnosis.

Therapeutic hypnosis is not the same thing as forced hypnosis (soul piercing), the former heals and the latter hurts, the former requires good persuasion, while the latter is simple and brutal. Regardless of his past or present life, Zhang Fang has never forgotten that he is a psychiatrist. And whether it is modern or ancient, psychotherapy should be useful.

During Zhang Fang's recuperation, Lin Tianci, Deng Zhan, Qingyan, the Han brothers and others all reported to him from all angles.

The reinforcements were indeed the tun army of the Great Han Dynasty, led not only by Guo Xi, the captain of Wu, but also by the deputy captain of the Western Regions Protectorate. As a result, before the Han army could be killed, the Huns ran away.

"According to a captured Morton servant, Morton ordered us to besiege us at that time, and if the Han army did not arrive, we would die of hunger and thirst, even if we were not killed by the sword soldiers." Lin Tianci said heavily, "So, it was the Han army of Jiaohebi who saved us." Calling for help is the right move. ”

"No, it should be said that Chen Gong, the deputy lieutenant of the Metropolitan Protectorate, saved us." Deng Zhan's tone was full of fear, "If there is no Chen Gongli to prove the identity of the son, persuade Captain Guo, and personally lead the guards to rescue him...... The consequences, Deng Zhan did not dare to imagine. ”

Saving people from fire and water, relieving difficulties from danger, this favor is great enough.

Zhang Fang nodded: "What is Gong Chen's name?" I'm going to thank you. ”

Deng Zhan was about to speak, when a loud voice suddenly came from outside the house: "The envoy of the Han Dynasty, the deputy captain of the Western Regions Protectorate, Chen Tang Chen Zigong, pay a visit to the Marquis of Fuping." ”

Zhang Fang sat up suddenly, his eyes widened: Who? Aged soup?! Did I hear me right?