"Huh?"

Ronan seems to have seen a reprint of his own previous problems. Now in this situation, it is clear that the body of the soul messenger cannot withstand the infusion of Molun's soul power, and there is damage. How will Morren solve this problem? In case of an unexpected situation, you can't control the soul envoy who will be "cut by a thousand knives" at any time to fight, right?

With talismans as fulcrum and cover, Ronan opens up his "godly perspective" and observes Moren from all angles.

Moren was completely unaware of this, and adjusted step by step, allowing the soul messenger to gradually adapt to the infusion of soul power. Since he had already exposed the way his energy information worked at the talisman before, Ronan could even observe and guess his steps.

…… Is that so? Ronan is like an apprentice, following the coach's movements and starting to try.

The first is self-limitation.

Lower the rhythm of the soul's breathing, slow down the speed and efficiency of the energy information, and even deliberately block some to reduce the tremendous pressure on the body.

Ronan's psychic range began to shrink dramatically, from a radius of eight hundred meters to ten meters below.

At this point, that is, about one percent of the soul body's spiritual induction, it can't shrink no matter what, this is the bottom limit of maintaining the current soul configuration and rhythm, and it is a "basic unit". But even so, it is nearly double the five-meter radius yesterday morning, and the pressure on information processing is still not small.

This brings us to the second step: keep your distance.

Ronan followed Moron's practice of letting the soul "lean into" the depths of the spiritual plane, maintaining a state of separation from the physical body...... Well, it's like a dream.

Moren used this method to reduce the pressure on the parasitic soul and the body, but the biggest problem is that the information exchange at the material and spiritual levels is somewhat misplaced and lagging, which affects the secretion of some neurotransmitters, and the mind is in a trance, which is similar to sleepwalking or even taking drugs.

At the end of the day, this is a stopgap measure, not a cure.

Ronan was a little disappointed, but anyway, it helped him get out of his embarrassing "paralyzed" state.

After Moron completed the "Soul Parasite", he did not rush out of the nightclub, but led the talisman out of the box and walked around the nightclub to adjust the form of the soul to the best state.

Temporarily losing the value of observation, Ronan returned to his mind, but he couldn't help but yawn and almost fell asleep. He didn't want to be scared of sleep anymore, so he forced his sleepiness and staggered out of bed.

The faint light of the sky passed through the curtain, and time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was early in the morning.

Thinking about the twists and turns and chaos in the first half of the night, as well as the flow speed during this time, the stark contrast between before and after, made Ronan feel a little emotional for a while.

took another deep breath, but only halfway through it, the itch in his throat suddenly exploded, and the airflow forked, choking him to death at the moment, coughing continuously, almost out of breath.

At this time, the communicator at the head of the bed took the initiative to sound, and my aunt's voice of extreme surprise came in:

"Nannan, you're awake!"

I wanted to say hello to my aunt, but Ronan couldn't open his mouth at all because of the violent cough, so he could only raise his hand in response.

Ronan's intensive care unit is specially arranged by the association through the hospital, with 24-hour intelligent monitoring, equipped with professional and machine dual care - in fact, the fundamental purpose is to refuse family accompaniment and make room for follow-up operations.

Due to the hospital's system, Ms. Luo Shuqing can only check Ronan's real-time situation through online video. Unexpectedly, in the early morning, on the first visit of the day, I saw Ronan turn over and sit up, and this surprise was really extraordinary.

Seeing Ronan's coughing and worrying, he was about to call the medical staff when the door of the ward was pushed open, and the doctors and nurses came in, and the daily routine rounds began.

In the crowd, Mr. Bai was impressively in the column, and he was in the center. For this little old man who casually put on a white coat, Ronan's attending physician must call him "Professor Bai", which is very respectful.

"Yo, the little one is awake, and that's a lot of trouble."

As Mr. Bai laughed, a nurse stepped forward to do a routine check-up, and called up the monitoring data from last night for Mr. Bai to check.

What happened last night, Mr. Bai had already made up his mind, only swept the data, and continued to amuse Ronan: "...... What's going on with the forehead? Didn't wake up from a fall? ”

The wound on Ronan's forehead was originally a tear in the epidermal tissue, which had already been scabbed to stop the bleeding, and it looked like it had been hung by something, and a shallow blood mark, that is, on the forehead, was only piercing.

"Ahem, I don't know, where did it happen." Ronan still couldn't stop coughing, and his speech was intermittent.

Mr. Bai walked over with a smile and checked his physical condition by hand, that is, he rolled his eyelids or something.

At the same time, Ronan's voice came into his six ears: "Stupid, should you say 'Why am I here' or something like that?" ”

"Ahem...... Why am I here? Because of the sequelae of "blood pressure lowering", Ronan's brain has been groggy, and he really says what he says, very well-behaved.

Mr. Bai was very happy, Ronan's age was indeed more than his grandson, and he patted Ronan on the head at the moment, saying that "the children can be taught", and then said:

"It's nothing, the young man should have been under a lot of pressure lately, and he has been a little mentally weak...... Parents are here, go back and report the situation. ”

"I'll go downstairs right away."

Ms. Luo Shuqing did not go home yesterday, but stayed in a hotel near the hospital, and after seeing that Luo Nan was awake and informing her husband, she rushed all the way here. She watched the whole process of the hospital's examinations through online video, and was busy responding through the bedside transmitter.

"No hurry, no hurry."

Mr. Bai said, but grabbed Ronan's two hands, signaled Ronan to open the mouth of the tiger with his left hand, gently kneaded and pressed the thumb of his right hand on it, and demonstrated the contact, technique, and strength: "The cough is terrible, just deal with it like this, concentrate on it, and have no distractions, okay?" ”

Ronan did as he was told, and sure enough, the symptoms of his cough were alleviated, and he nodded in agreement immediately.

Mr. Bai smiled and went out with his hands behind his back, but the contact between the six ears was not broken, and they shared information to let Ronan know his next trip.

After symbolically checking a few more patient numbers, Mr. Bai met with Ms. Luo Shuqing, and the next statement was different from that in the ward:

"Depending on the situation, it can be preliminarily confirmed that it is an autonomic disorder, which is caused by stress or anger...... Did you get angry with your family last night? ”

Mr. Bai took out a magic stick gesture, asked knowingly, and immediately introduced Ms. Luo Shuqing into the urn.

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