Chapter 0763 Half a Cake

Chapter 0763 half a cake

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Ye Fan was startled. Could it be that the medicine he found on the axis of the earth has any side effects?

He didn't bother to ask any more questions, and hurried to Feng Xiaohui's ward with Feng Yueying, and Roonida and others also went there together.

As soon as he entered the ward, he found Feng Xiaohui was lying on the bed twitching continuously, his face was sweating, his expression was uncomfortable, and he was breathing heavily.

The nurse who was in charge of taking care of her looked dazed and anxious, not knowing what happened.

"It's been like this since the beginning! What happened to my brother!?" Feng Yueying was about to cry anxiously.

Roonida hurriedly ran to the brainwave detection equipment, looked at the data display, and said in surprise: "My God! His brain is extremely active! Now his brain doesn't look like a vegetable at all. , active like a crazy computing computer!"

Ye Fan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab Feng Xiaohui's wrist, felt his pulse, and said, "Although his body is weak, his pulse is fine. It seems... the problem lies in his active brain."

"Is he having a nightmare, because there are too many scary things in his mind?" Du Yun'er guessed.

"It's possible, but even if it's a nightmare, it's a good thing! At least... it means that the activity of his brain cells has been successfully increased!" Roonida said.

At this moment, Feng Xiaohui who was lying on the bed suddenly shouted!

"ah!!"

Following Feng Xiaohui's yell, the brainwave detection device sounded an alarm!

"Beep—"

The ear-piercing siren made Roonida dumbfounded.

"This...how is this possible! His brainwaves have exceeded the detection limit of the instrument!? Is this still a human brainwave!?"

Just when everyone was puzzled, more abnormal changes appeared in the ward!

I saw that the table, chairs, and shelves all began to shake, and those fruits, flower pots, books, and small electrical appliances also vibrated there.

It was as if an invisible force was touching them.

"Oh! God!" Seeing this scene, the little nurse was frightened to death, and rushed out the door and fled.

Ye Fan looked at Feng Xiaohui with flickering eyes, and suddenly thought of one thing—spiritual power!

Feng Xiaohui's brain was extremely active, and his brainwaves increased wildly. Isn't that just a manifestation of mental power?

Psychic supernatural beings who can retrieve objects from a distance, and magicians who use mental power to control magical elements are all brains that are different from ordinary people.

Could it be that their treatment method accidentally gave Feng Xiaohui's brain a strong mental power? !

"Honey, what's wrong with Xiaohui, he... can he still wake up?" After Feng Yueying was surprised, she became more and more worried.

Ye Fan frowned, and was about to say something, but saw that everything in the room stopped moving, and everything calmed down.

Feng Xiaohui fell asleep on the bed as if he had collapsed.

"Xiaohui! Xiaohui!!" Feng Yueying thought that something was wrong with her younger brother, so she went up and pushed her twice.

Ye Fan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop her, and said, "Yingying, don't worry, I think Xiaohui may be fine already."

"Are you okay? Why?" Feng Yueying asked.

"Look at the way he sleeps, it's the same as a normal person sleeping after fatigue, it's completely different from the original one," Ye Fan said.

Feng Yueying took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. Although the difference was not particularly large, she could feel it. This was a normal person who was tired and fell asleep.

"Let's wait until he wakes up," Ye Fan said.

Feng Yueying bit her lower lip, nodded, and said "hmm" with expectations in her eyes.

As night fell, Ye Fan stayed quietly with Feng Yueying in the nursing ward.

Feng Xiaohui's situation is very special, Ye Fan dare not leave the ward.

Du Yuner thoughtfully bought some delicious takeaways for the two of them, after all, the food in the hospital tasted very ordinary.

After the three of them had some dinner, Ye Fan asked Du Yuner to go to Roonida, took a laptop, and looked at the medical information on the axis of the earth in the ward.

"Brother Ye Fan, have you found a way to save Angel?" Du Yuner asked softly.

"How could it be so easy...By the way, why do you know about Angel, Yun'er?" Ye Fan wondered.

"I told Yun'er that I mentioned it when you were not around." Feng Yueying asked curiously, "Honey, is Angel your first love?"

Seeing the two women looking at him gossipingly, Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What first love? When I met Angel, she was only thirteen years old."

"Ah? So small?" Feng Yueying said, "I thought she was a big beauty."

"If Angel can grow up smoothly, she should be a beautiful woman, but...for me, her heart is the most beautiful," Ye Fan murmured.

"Honey, didn't you say you would tell me about Angel, tell me now," Feng Yueying said.

Ye Fan thought this was fine, and asked Feng Yueying to divert his attention, so he didn't have to worry about Feng Xiaohui all the time, so he nodded and said, "You may also know that I was taken by the OLD-ONES and tied up overseas. , After life and death selection and hard training, he was selected by the Black Emperor to become his disciple...

I entered the industry at the age of thirteen, and officially used the code name of 'FALLEN' as a killer, killing people all over the world. By the time I turned seventeen, I was already the killer with the highest reward in the world...

My killing efficiency and the number of enemies killed on the battlefield are all record-breaking. At that time, I was numb to killing. Of course, when I open my eyes every day, there are countless people who want to kill me..."

Ye Fan narrated leisurely, recalling the past years in his mind, the two women listened quietly, gradually immersed in Ye Fan's past time...

...

On the vast African grasslands, a river meanders through.

A piece of land far away from the river has been reclaimed and turned into a small market.

Local aborigines and people from some nearby small cities will come here to exchange daily necessities with the most primitive goods and goods.

Currency is completely meaningless in this kind of country, and abnormal inflation makes the currency of this African country no different from toilet paper.

Where there are people, there is business to do.

There are several small stalls on the north side of the market. The stall owners sell scones made of cassava flour, soup made from wild vegetables on the grassland, and some smoked pheasant meat and wild boar.

Things are rough, but it is not easy to fill one's stomach with decent food in this backward land.

A young-looking man with black hair, yellow skin, a camouflage jacket, and an indifferent temperament was sitting in a booth, occupying a wooden table by himself.

He drank soup and gnawed on wild boar. There was a ceramic basin in front of him, and there were some cassava cakes in the basin.

Such a meal here is absolutely hearty, enough to make many black natives and civilians passing by swallow their mouths.

The young man was wolfing down his food, when three skinny black children who looked five or six years old, at most seven or eight years old, came over.

The oldest of them, a little girl, held out an earthenware bowl with a cracked edge, and reached out to the young man.

The three children swallowed eagerly when they smelled the food, and looked at the strange passer-by, begging for something to eat.

"Well-wishers, my two younger brothers and I have had nothing to eat for two days, can you share some cassava pancakes for us... the three of us, as long as half of one is fine..." The little black girl used a local aboriginal It doesn't matter whether the young man understands or not.

The man raised his head, and his cold eyes fell on the three children, "Three people, half a cake, is it enough?"

With just one mouthful, the man proficiently spoke the indigenous language used by this tribe.