Chapter 763: Half cake

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Ye Fan was shocked. Is there any side effect of the medicine he found on the axis of the earth?
He also asked not much to ask, and quickly ran with Feng Yueying to Feng Xiaohui's ward, and Roonida and others followed.
As soon as I entered the ward, I found that Feng Xiaohui was lying in bed and twitching constantly. His face was sweating, his expression was uncomfortable, and he breathed.
The nurse in charge of the care was stunned and anxious, and did not know what happened.
"It’s just like this! My brother, what happened to him!?" Feng Yueying was anxious to cry out.
Roonida was busy running to the brainwave detection instrument. After reading the data, he was shocked: "Scorpio! His brain is extremely active! Now his brain is not like a vegetative person. Actively like a computer with crazy computing!"
Ye Fan went up and reached out to grab Feng Xiaohui's wrist and took a pulse. "The body is weak, but the pulse is fine. It seems that the problem is in his brain."
"Is he doing a nightmare, because there are too many horrible things in his mind?" Du Yuner guessed.
"It's possible, but even a nightmare, this is a good thing! At least... it shows that his brain cell activity has been improved!" Roonida said.
At this moment, Feng Xiaohui lying in bed suddenly shouted!
"what!!"
With Feng Xiaohui's shouting, the instrument that detects brain waves directly sounded an alarm!
"哔-"
The harsh alarm sounded Rooneda stunned.
"This... how is this possible! His brainwaves have exceeded the limit that the instrument can detect!? Is this human brainwave?"
Just when everyone was confused, there were more abnormal changes in the ward!
I saw only the tables, chairs, and shelves, and they began to shake, and those fruits, pots, books, and small appliances also shook there.
It seems that there is an invisible force that is touching them.
"Oh! God!" The little nurse saw that this scene had been scared to death, and he took the door directly and fled.
Ye Fan is looking at Feng Xiaohui with his eyes flashing. He suddenly thinks of one thing - spiritual power!
Feng Xiaohui's brain is extremely active, and brain waves are madly enhanced. Isn't that the performance of mental power?
Spiritual abilities who can take things out of the air, magicians who use magical power to control magical elements, are brains different from ordinary people.
Can it be said that their treatment methods have mistakenly made Feng Xiaohui’s brain have a strong mental power? !
"Husband, what happened to Xiaohui, he... can he still wake up?" After Feng Yueying was surprised, he became more worried.
Ye Fan frowned, was about to say something, but saw something in the room, stopped the activity, and everything calmed down.
Feng Xiaohui is like a collapse, lying in bed and falling asleep.
"Xiaohui! Xiaohui!!" Feng Yueying thought that his brother was a big problem, and pushed up twice.
Ye Fan was busy reaching for her and said: "Ying Ying, don't worry, I feel Xiaohui may be fine."
"It's okay? Why?" asked Feng Yueying.
"You see how he sleeps, just like a normal person sleeping after fatigue, and the original look is completely different," Ye Fandao.
Feng Yueying looked at it carefully and found out that it was true. Although the difference was not particularly large, it could be felt. This is a normal person who is tired and falls asleep.
"We wait, wait for him to wake up," Ye Fandao.
Feng Yueying bit his lower lip and nodded. His eyes were full of expectations.
As night fell, Ye Fan accompanied Feng Yueying in the nursing ward and kept quiet.
Feng Xiaohui's situation is very special, Ye Fan did not dare to leave the ward.
Du Yuner was very intimate to buy some delicious takeaways for the two people. After all, the taste of the hospital was very general.
After the three people had dinner, Ye Fan asked Du Yuner to go to Roonida, took a laptop, and looked at the medical information of the Earth's axis in the ward.
"Ye Fange, have you found a way to save Angel?" Du Yuner asked softly.
"Which is so easy... yes, how do you know that Angel also knows about Angel?"
"I told Yuner, you didn't mention it when you were there." Feng Yueying curiously said: "Husband, is Angel your first love?"
Looking at the two women, he looked at him with a gossip. Ye Fan was crying and laughing. "Which first love, when I met Angel, she was only thirteen years old."
"Ah? So small?" Feng Yueying said: "I thought it was a big beauty."
"If Angel can grow up smoothly, it should be a big beauty, but... for me, her heart is the most beautiful," Ye Fan said as if muttering.
"Husband, aren't you saying that you will tell me about Angel? Let's talk about it now," Feng Yueying said.
Ye Fan felt that this was also the case. Let Feng Yueying shift his attention. Don’t worry about Feng Xiaohui’s business. Then he nodded and said:
You may already know that I was tied to the old-ones and tied to overseas. After the selection and hard training of life and death, he was chosen by the Black Emperor to become his disciple...
When I was 13 years old, I officially used the codename of ‘fallen’ as a killer, killing people all over the world. By the time I was seventeen years old, I was already the world’s highest-selling killer...
My murder efficiency, the number of battlefield killings, is the first record-breaking. At that time, the murder has killed numbness. Of course, every day, I open my eyes and countless people. I want for various purposes. Kill me..."
Ye Fan said leisurely, remembering the past years in his mind, the two women listened quietly and gradually immersed in the past time of Ye Fan...
......
On a winding African steppe, a river flows by.
A piece of land in the far distance of the river was opened up and became a small market.
Local indigenous people and some small towns in the vicinity will come here to exchange daily necessities with the most primitive goods and goods.
Currency, in this country is completely meaningless, abnormal inflation, so that the currency of this African country is no different from toilet paper.
Where there are people, there is business to do.
There are several small stalls in the north of the market. The stalls sell scones made from cassava flour and soup made from wild vegetables on the prairie, as well as some smoked pheasant and wild boar.
Things are rough, but it is not easy to fill the stomach with serious food. In this backward land, it is not easy.
A man who looks very young, has dark hair and yellow skin, is wearing a camouflage jacket, and is surrounded by a man who is not nearly cold and temperament. He is sitting in a booth, and a person is occupying a wooden table.
He sipped his soup and licked the wild boar, and there was a ceramic pot in front of it. There were several cassava cakes in the pot.
Such a meal is absolutely rich here, enough to let a lot of black indigenous people and civilians passing by, swallowing.
The young people are gorging, and there are three black children who look like five or six years old, up to seven or eight years old, and are thin and thin, and come over.
One of the biggest girls, holding a pottery bowl that was smashed on the side, reached out to the young.
The three children smelled the food, and they were very eager to swallow, and looked at the strange passenger, pleading for a bit of food.
"Good-hearted people, my two brothers, I have had nothing to eat for two days, can you give us some cassava cakes... We three people, as long as half a little..." Black little girls use local indigenous Said the language, and regardless of whether the young man can understand.
The man looked up and his cold eyes fell on the three children. "Three people, half a piece of cake, is it enough to eat?"
One mouth, the man skillfully said the indigenous language used by the tribe.