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Ye Fan was shocked, could it be that the medicine he found on Earth had some side effects?

He didn't have time to ask any further questions and quickly ran to Feng Xiaohui's room with Feng Yueying.

The nurse who was responsible for taking care of the situation looked confused and anxious. She did not know what had happened.

"From the very beginning! What's wrong with my little brother!? " Feng Yueying was on the verge of tears.

Ye Fan walked forward, reached out his hand and grabbed Feng Xiaohui's wrist, feeling his pulse, and said: "Although my body is weak, but there's no problem with my pulse, looks like..." The problem is the activity of his mind. "

"Was he having a nightmare because there was so much terror in his head?" Du Yun'er guessed.

"It's possible, but even if it's a nightmare, it's still a good thing! At least … This means that his brain cell activity has successfully increased! " Ronica said.

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

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Following Feng Xiaohui's shout, the brainwave detector sounded out an alarm!

"Swis.h.!.+"

"This... How was this possible! His brain waves had exceeded the detection limit of the apparatus!? Is this even human brainwave!? "

Just when everyone was at a loss, there were even more abnormal changes in the ward!

He saw the table, the chairs, the shelves, all shaking, and the fruit, the flower pots, the books, the gadgets, all shaking.

It was as though an invisible force was touching them.

"Oh!" G.o.d! " The young nurse was scared to death when she saw this scene. She immediately ran out the door and ran away.

Feng Xiaohui's brain was extremely active, and his brainwave was crazily increasing. Wasn't this just a manifestation of his spiritual energy?

Spiritual Adepts and mages who used spiritual force to control magical elements were all different from ordinary people.

Could it be that their treatment method accidentally let Feng Xiaohui's brain possess a strong spiritual force?!

"Hubby, what's wrong with Xiao Hui, he … Can he still wake up? " After being surprised, Feng Yueying became even more worried.

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

Feng Xiaohui looked like he had collapsed as he lay on the bed in a coma.

"Little Hui! Little Hui! " Feng Yueying thought that something was wrong with her brother, so she went up to give him a few shoves.

Ye Fan hurriedly reached out his hand to stop her, saying, "Ying Ying, don't be anxious, I feel like Little Hui is already fine."

"Is everything alright? "Why?" Feng Yueying asked.

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

Feng Yueying took a closer look and discovered that it was indeed like this. Although the difference wasn't too big, she could feel that this was a normal person sleeping after being tired.

"We'll wait, wait for him to wake up." Ye Fan said.

As night fell, Ye Fan accompanied Feng Yueying into the nursing ward, and remained there quietly.

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

After the three of them had dinner, Ye Fan told Du Yun'er to find Ronica, grabbed a laptop, and began reading the medical data of the Earth Axis.

"Brother Ye Fan, did you find a way to save Angel?" Du Yun'er asked softly.

"How can it be so easy …" "Oh right, how can I let you know about Angel's matter?" Ye Fan asked, puzzled.

"I told Yun'er about it before you were there." Feng Yue Ying asked curiously, "Hubby, is Angel your first love?"

Seeing that the two women were gossiping about him, 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 great beauty."

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

Ye Fan felt that this was also good, so he let Feng Yueying divert her attention and stopped worrying about Feng Xiaohui's matter. He nodded and said, "You may have already known that I was targeted by the OLD-ONES and bound overseas, and after going through the life and death selection and hard training, I was chosen by the Black Emperor as his disciple.

My killing efficiency, the number of enemies killed on the battlefield, are all number one in the records. At that time, I had already killed to the point where I was numb to it. Of course, every day when I opened my eyes, there would be countless of people who wanted to kill me for all sorts of purposes … "

Ye Fan slowly narrated, his mind recalling the past. The two women quietly listened, gradually immersing themselves in Ye Fan's past … …

… ….

In the vast plains of Africa, a river snaked its way through.

The natives and some of the smaller cities nearby would come here to exchange the most primitive goods for daily necessities.

Currency was completely meaningless in this country. Abnormal inflation made this African country's currency no different from toilet paper.

Wherever there were people, there was business to be done.

There were a few small stalls on the north side of the bazaar. The stalls were selling tortillas made from ca.s.sava powder and soup made from wild vegetables from the plains. There were also some smoked pheasants and wild boar meat.

The food was rough, but it was not easy to fill one's stomach with proper food in this piece of backward land.

A young man with yellow skin and black hair wearing a camouflage jacket was sitting in a booth. He was holding a wooden table.

He drank the soup and ate the wild boar. In front of him was a ceramic pot filled with several ca.s.sava cakes.

Such a meal was definitely a sumptuous one. It was enough to make many black aboriginals and commoners who pa.s.sed by swallow their saliva.

The oldest of them, a little girl, held out a cracked pottery bowl to the young man.

"Good man, my two younger brothers and I haven't eaten for two days. Can you give us some ca.s.sava pancakes …" "The three of us only need half of it..." The little black girl spoke in the native language, regardless of whether the young man understood her or not.

The man raised his head, his cold gaze landing on the three children. "Three people, half a piece of cake, is it enough to eat?"

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