Lu Mingfei spat out another breath of blue spiritual energy, and two blue spiritual power arms condensed out of the air, gently passing through the patient's chest, reaching the chest cavity, and holding the two porous lung lobes.

"It's no longer usable."

Originally, I wanted to pinpoint the cancer cells and tissues, and leave the rest to the immune system, but I didn't expect it to have eroded almost completely.

"Burn it all."

As soon as the thought moved, a muffled sound came from the patient's chest, and the raging fire was precisely restrained on the lobes of the lungs, and not even the slightest heat leaked out.

Lu Mingfei burned the lung lobes that had been completely discarded, and in an instant, a brilliant green spiritual power seeped into them, forming two green and transparent lung lobes, replacing the original organs.

Then wisps of pale blue spiritual power poured into the body, stabilizing the patient's life breath.

At the same time, new flesh meridians took shape in the lobes of the lungs composed of the wood aura, and a brand-new lung without the slightest lesion grew!

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to treat lung cancer, but he was still very familiar with regeneration, and it was not difficult to replace a new lung.

He recalled that the part of the cancer cell spread in that medical record was just a simple tissue structure, and the replacement and regeneration were completed in an instant.

The healing ends, and the Spiritualism is lifted.

"It's cured, you can go check it out and pay for it."

Lu Mingfei woke up the client, and as soon as the other party woke up, his eyes widened, not knowing what was happening.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he might not be shown the treatment process, but suddenly falling into a coma and waking up suddenly still scared him unconsciously.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, and his chest actually rose and fell powerfully.

"Oh my God!"

He screamed, and his voice resounded through the ward, but the people outside didn't seem to hear anything.

The client took a few more breaths of force, his eyes were shining, he got up suddenly, jumped out of bed, and the infusion tube suddenly collapsed from his body.

The needle was withdrawn, bringing out some blood and spilling it in all directions, but it avoided Lu Mingfei.

"I know you're happy, but it's time to pay."

Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed with inspiration, suppressing his emotions.

He didn't want to watch the other person test the effectiveness of his treatment and then say a bunch of flattering and thankful nonsense.

That's just a waste of time.

"You're right, you're right! I'm sorry, I'm so excited. ”

The client calmed down instantly, with a smile on his face, but he was a little stiff, and a cold sweat had broken out behind his back.

He seems to have snubbed a great alchemist who can bring the dead back to life!

Looking at the bedside time, less than fifteen minutes had passed.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei didn't care about his faux pas, although his face was blurred, the client seemed to be able to see his encouraging eyes.

The client was bedridden for many years, his muscles were severely atrophied, he staggered to his feet, and staggered out of the bedside table an envelope and a card.

"It's 100,000 in cash, and on this card is a bearer account in Switzerland, you can apply for one yourself and transfer the money in. Of course, it's okay if you don't transfer, and I will definitely not touch your money. ”

He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Lu Mingfei.

"Well, it's sweet. Thank you. ”

Lu Mingfei took the envelope and card, then waved his hand, and his figure disappeared in place.

He knew that the client was not lying, and it was none of his business what the other party thought and how he explained the matter.

Shortly after he left, the client who had been sitting for a long time suddenly screamed excitedly, and the medical staff outside the ward hurriedly rushed in, looking at the lively patients as if they had seen a ghost.

Ignoring their desire to explore medical miracles, the client blasted them all out.

He looked at the time, checked the hidden camera hidden at the head of the bed, clicked on the memory, and found that he was the only one lying on the bed, and then suddenly jumped up.

As for what hunter huashen、There is no dialogue。

Not even the horror when he lost consciousness and regained it.

Everything just now seemed to be a dream, but the loose and powerful lungs in his body made him feel that life was back in his body.

So real, so wonderful.

He was silent for a long time, then took out his phone and dialed a call.

"Suspected of encountering the ...... of the dragon incident"

After Lu Mingfei left, he went straight back to the residential building, took out his suitcase and walked out of a corner, his face was helpless, as if he had been kicked out of the house.

While looking for a place to live on the streets, he received a special report of a dragon incident at the Kassel Academy, thousands of miles away.

Kassel Academy, Night's Watch Bell Tower.

Ange, dressed in a black suit, violently pushed open the door of the night watchman's room, rushed in and snatched the remote control from Nicolas Flammel's hand, and turned off the television.

The sound of gloom in the room finally dissipated.

"Damn, you can't be serious? Watching videos here early in the morning? ”

Ange cursed as he poured himself a beer, then kicked the discs and western posters off the floor to gain his footing.

"Old man, I'm not like you, I'm still alive and well at over a hundred years old." Flamel shrugged and took a sip of beer, "I can only watch something stimulating, stimulating my cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels, the doctor said it will help my health." ”

"I think it's healthier for you to drink less beer, look, you've got a big belly." Ange said, "Okay, don't be idle, I'm looking for you to get down to business." ”

"I knew it." Flamel pouted, "What else can't you do?" ”

Ange gulped down the beer from his glass, took a report from the liner of his suit, and tossed it to Flammel.

"About the alchemist. Look at the report that just came out this afternoon. ”

Flamel flipped through it casually, his face disappearing nonchalantly, and he became serious and solemn.

"Spiritual elements? Elixir of immortality? Are you sure? ”

"I'm sure. This is a report from a retired commissioner who is only rated 'D' by pedigree, but he has a 'B' rating and is experienced.

You know, the vast majority of us hybrids don't have a fatal disease in their lifetimes, but he's one of those very few people who unfortunately got lung cancer, and when it was discovered, it was already terminal. ”

"It is true that there are some people who are not of high blood rank and occasionally suffer from this disease that only ordinary people can suffer. It's just that it's incredible. ”

Flamel drank subconsciously, and had an answer in his heart.

The "D" bloodline can only be regarded as peripheral personnel, and is generally used to deal with the finishing work of dragon incidents involving ordinary people.

Later in the report, the Commissioner's own experiences and surveillance are described in complete contradiction, and are consistent with his own low sentience.

But no one has successfully refined the spiritual element for hundreds of years, and Flamel looked a little excited when he thought of this.

"Is it possible that some kind of unknown spirit is present?" Flamel struggled, "It's not impossible. ”