There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 135 - 81: Busy with Reality (5.6K)

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At home.

Zhang Feng sat up from the bed and looked at the gun and juice floating in front of him, along with an apple.

The apple was the final enhancement of X2, body +1.5

’The apple and drink can be consumed, but this gun is tricky to handle. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Might as well leave it at home for now.’

Squeak—

Zhang Feng ate an apple while drinking juice.

He switched the safety on the gun and placed it on the bedside table.

Afterward, Zhang Feng closed his eyes and pondered for a while, feeling that after three years of mental cultivation, his mind now seemed quite ’cool.’

This feeling was like a room that was originally messy, but after tidying up, all the clutter had been organized.

Now everything is orderly, rather than thrown out.

Zhang Feng contemplated, then looked at his finger with 72% heat,

’A few months ago, it reached 70%, and the progress was hard to increase.

But after sorting out my thoughts five days ago, my concentration is more focused, my thinking sharper, with fewer distracting thoughts.

In just five days, the progress increased by 2%.

Moreover, the time it takes to open the meridians has also sped up.

Coupled with the finesse I have comprehended, it allows for a quicker alignment with the character I embody.

The training speed has increased significantly, bringing more cultivation knowledge afterward.

These three years of mental cultivation have been a great harvest.’

Zhang Feng felt very comfortable and considered that in future adventures, he could entirely select some good vocational experiences as part of his mental cultivation journey.

But there’s no need to force it; going with the flow is best.

Pondering.

Now completely awake, Zhang Feng, after finishing his meal, found a place to hide the gun.

Once everything was taken care of.

Zhang Feng lay on the bed in contemplation for a while; actually, he was a bit sleepy.

It’s just that his spirits suddenly lifted; the excitement overrode the physical sensation.

...

Over the next three days.

Zhang Feng didn’t choose to go to the martial arts gym but was thinking about ’big data martial arts,’ so he stayed home organizing some data-related plans.

With his current mental state.

Zhang Feng had clear thoughts and quickly categorized human functions into a large table.

It contained all the data he wanted.

Roughly, it included heart rate, strength, blood pressure, muscle content, etc.

And under different heart rates and moods, he could test several groups; more is better.

Because the strength exerted by a person in calmness versus in anger or panic is completely different.

Unless they can, like him, perfectly adjust their strength.

’First, give the table to the master, and once all the machines are installed, have him follow this.’

Rustle—

Once the handwritten table was organized.

Zhang Feng saw it was only four in the afternoon, so he took the form and went out.

...

Four-thirty.

The martial arts gym.

Rumbling... Clattering...

As soon as Zhang Feng entered, he saw the room full of equipment being moved and the various noisy sounds of screws being driven.

"Slow down, slow down..." The master was personally directing, although he didn’t understand how to operate these types of equipment, nor the principles behind them, telling people to handle them gently was always right.

’Any single piece is tens of thousands... Hundreds of thousands...’

The master was worried, especially seeing the installers busy with screwing and securing, afraid that if someone made a mistake, the electric drill might hit the machine.

Though the manufacturer might cover the costs, going back and forth leads to a lot of hassle.

As Zhang Feng walked in and saw the master focused entirely on the machinery, he smiled and approached him, "Master, I’ve troubled you with this."

"Eh?" The master’s eyes moved from elsewhere to the direction of the voice when he heard someone calling him.

When he saw it was Zhang Feng.

The master’s furrowed brow changed to joy, and he warmly greeted him, "Master Zhang, what brings you here?

A few days ago, you called, saying you were busy, so I dared not disturb you these days."

The master laughed heartily, as if joking, but anyone with a keen sense could hear there was meaning behind his words.

"Speak your mind." Zhang Feng saw the master using sales tactics on him and laughed while placing the table on his chest, "We’ve known each other for more than just a day or two.

Plus, you came over for dinner at my place a few days ago and helped me with what I wanted.

So, don’t be a stranger. We’re friends; if you need something, just say it."

"Alright!" The master felt deeply touched by this word ’friend’ from Miracle Doctor Zhang and spoke frankly:

"It’s just that my nephew got food poisoning yesterday. Although he was sent to the hospital and is much better now, I was wondering... Master Zhang, do you have a better treatment method?"

"Your nephew?" Zhang Feng looked at him with a frown, "Your nephew by blood, or a friend’s child?"

"By blood!" The master replied, "My own brother’s."

"Then you’re truly something." Zhang Feng pulled him out the door, "When it comes to family, why the hell are you holding back?"

"I thought you were busy and didn’t want to disturb you." The master was also feeling awkward and said weakly, "Besides, the executives investing millions asked Master Zhang over, but even if you treat them, it’s for them personally, not for their family members.

And then I... This isn’t even about myself; it’s a family child’s issue..."

"For outsiders, I’m a different case.

But for friends, it’s a small matter for me to step out. Why make it so clear?"

Zhang Feng walked out the martial arts gym entrance, looked at the touched master,

"Now, no more nonsense, which hospital?"

...

The Third Hospital.

In a fairly good double room.

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