"Young man, are you okay? Look at the lights..." The doctor on duty had changed one. He was a male doctor in his early fifties. At this time, he was holding a flashlight in his hand, preparing to check Fang Yi's pupils.

"Doctor Wu, I'm fine..." Fang Yi, who woke up from shock after hearing the doctor's words, shook his head. In order to show his consciousness, Fang Yi read out the breastplate hanging on the white coat on the doctor's chest.

"Well, it should be fine. Don't surround me. Then who is not allowed to smoke in the ward..." As Dr. Wu said, Fang Yi discovered that it turned out that there were not only fat men and doctors in the ward. In addition to Mr. Sun's son Sun Chao, the boss Man was also in the ward.

I don’t know if I can’t help smoking anymore, Man Jun was lit a cigarette and smoking at the door, but the smell of cigarette was very pungent in the ward filled with disinfectant. He just took the first sip and was caught by the doctor.

"Hehe, it's destroyed, it's destroyed..." Man Jun shouted to destroy it, but he still took a deep breath, and then reluctantly put out the remaining cigarette. The doctor Wu shook his head when he saw it.

"Fang Yi, right? What kind of kung fu did you practice just now? Why can't you almost feel your breathing?"

Ignoring Man Jun, who was full of smiles on his face, Dr. Wu focused on Fang Yi. He studied with an old Chinese medicine doctor for a while in his early years and knew some medical theories of Chinese medicine. Fortunately, he was on duty today. Otherwise, if a young doctor had changed to a young doctor, he would have pulled Qin Feng, who was breathing weakly, to first aid whatever he said.

"I haven't practiced much kung fu..." Fang Yi's eyes showed a confused look and he said, "I'm just meditating, oh, by the way, I'm practicing yoga..."

Fang Yi knew that the world is prosperous now and everything has to be scientific. He was too lazy to explain the Taoist cultivation system like this doctor, so he simply applied a term he had heard before.

Not to mention, Fang Yi really learned a period of yoga with the radio back then, but those postures were too unchallenging for Fang Yi. No matter how difficult the movements in yoga were, Fang Yi could easily do it.

"Oh, it turns out to be yoga, no wonder you breathe so weakly..."

After hearing Fang Yi's words, Dr. Wu nodded. Yoga that has been passed down from India in recent years is very popular in China. In addition to a yoga master teaching yoga movements on the beach on TV, you can even hear yoga-related knowledge on the radio.

In the city evening newspaper a few days ago, Dr. Wu also saw a news story about a yoga master in his seventies who buried himself in the soil for eight days and was dug up unscathed.

"Fang Yi, will anyone have to guide you when practicing yoga in the future? Otherwise, it will be very dangerous..."

Seeing Fang Yi’s consciousness clear and clear mouth, Dr. Wu immediately explained to Fang Yi a few words, aimed at the other people in the ward, and said, “Except for two people who stayed in bed to take care of the patients, everyone else should leave. Now the visit time has passed…”

According to the hospital's regulations, only one nursing worker or family member could be kept after 10 o'clock in the evening. If Fang Yi had not been in a state of unconsciousness, Dr. Wu would have spoken out to drive people away.

"Doctor Wu, we will leave immediately, and say a few more words and leave..." Sun Chao laughed and stuffed a pack of Greater China cigarette into Dr. Wu's white coat pocket, and whispered: "Look, it's midnight. Doctor Wu, you smoke a cigarette to refresh your mind..."

"Well, okay, at most half an hour, you all have to leave..." As the saying goes, don't hit the smiley person, and Dr. Wu did not give in and left the ward and returned to the duty room.

"Xiao Fang, are you okay? You really scared me..." After Doctor Wu left, Sun Lianda said with a look of embarrassment: "It's because I think you are in a bad state. The doctor I called, Xiao Fang, didn't affect your practice, right?"

In fact, when Sun Chao brought the dinner, Sun Lianda stopped his son from waking Fang Yi. However, after nearly ten hours, Fang Yi continued to keep his previous actions. Sun Lianda was a little impatient and called the doctor over regardless of the obstruction of Fatty and Sanpao.

"Yes, Xiao Fang, you are not obsessed with the enemy, are you?" Sun Chao also looked at Fang Yi with a worried look. Although he is not young, he is a martial arts fan. He has been reading martial arts novels from Hong Kong and Taiwan since the 1970s and 1980s, and his association power is extremely rich.

"It's so devilish that you almost told me right..." Fang Yi smiled bitterly in his heart, raised his head and said, "Old Sun, Brother Sun, I'm fine. This yoga is just to help people calm down and enter into meditation. Even if you wake me up, it's fine..."

In fact, Fang Yi's current cultivation of refining essence into qi is far from reaching the state of unchanging color while Mount Tai collapses. Even if he enters deep meditation, there will be too much noise around him to wake him up.

However, Fang Yi's situation this time was a bit special. When he entered the space of consciousness, he knew almost nothing about the external interference. If Fang Yi's mental power had not withdrawn by itself, his body would be a walking corpse and would not have any thoughts.

"That's good, that's good..." Old Sun said repeatedly, with a look of gratitude on his face.

"Xiao Fang, come on, this old turtle soup is still hot in the thermos. You can drink some quickly..."

Seeing that Fang Yi was fine, Sun Chao took out the thermos he brought. The two old turtles were enough. Sun Chao took a total of four thermos with dishes and soup. It seemed that the fat man had already eaten it.

"Okay, thank you Brother Sun..." For some reason, Fang Yi felt very hungry at this time, and was not polite at the moment. He took the thermos and tried the temperature of the soup. He drank the stomach "gudonggudong".

"Hmm? Is there ginseng added to this soup? The year is not low..."

He drank more than one pound of old turtle soup in one breath. Fang Yi only felt that the cells in his body seemed to be comfortable. The heat in the soup was quickly absorbed by his body. Fang Yi could even feel that the soreness in his body instantly weakened most of the time.

Fang Yi is a person who practices Taoism and martial arts. He naturally knows that the ancients said that the poor and rich martial arts are not in vain. Due to physical exercise, martial arts practitioners have much more demands for food than ordinary people, and the digestive function of the stomach and intestines is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

For example, an ordinary person can eat a bowl of rice at noon and can last until dinner at night. However, if he is a martial arts practitioner, he will eat five bowls of rice at noon and he may feel hungry again after just two hours. Therefore, in ancient times, the poor people who wanted to practice martial arts were far more difficult than taking the exam for scholars.

"Brother Sun, did you leave this dish for me?" Looking at the braised old turtle meat that had already been cold on the head of the bed, Fang Yi asked, his stomach and intestines had already prompted him to take a plate of dish in front of him with his hands.

"I left it for you, but it's already cold. I'll go downstairs to heat you up, right?" Sun Chao said. Due to Fang Yi's reasons, they didn't eat much today. Sun Chao brought five or six meals for everyone, and now there are at least three servings left.

"Brother Sun, it's just cold on such a hot day..."

While talking, Fang Yi had stuffed a few pieces of old turtle meat into his mouth. After chewing it hard for a few times, the originally hard bone was chewed so hard that he chewed it into his stomach.

In just three minutes, those dishes and half of the plate of rice were swept away by Fang Yi alone. After eating the last grain of rice, Fang Yi looked at the empty plates reluctantly.

"Damn, Fang Yi, when did you become so edible?"

Almost everyone was stunned by Fang Yi's humble eating and drinking. The fat man reacted quickly and opened his mouth and shouted: "It's over, your appetite is so big, the 20,000 yuan is not enough for you to eat a month. No, boss, this is probably the sequelae of Fang Yi's car accident. You have to pay some more money..."

"Fatty, you are not authentic..."

Man Jun, who secretly lit a cigarette, was so funny that the fat man said, pointing at the fat man and saying, "How rare do you say this? You can eat it if you hit a car. I would be willing to do it. Don't you know what it means to be blessed?"

"Okay, fat man, it's not about Boss Man's business..." Fang Yi waved his hand. He knew his family's affairs. Fang Yi knew in his heart that if he talked about the sequelae, it was also the sequelae of his mental power entering the sea of ​​consciousness. What has it to do with Boss Man.

Seeing Man Jun here, Fang Yi thought he was afraid that something would happen to him would take responsibility, so he immediately said, "Boss Man, don't worry, we won't blackmail you. I will stay for another day and I will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow..."

"It's okay, Xiao Fang, you stay for a few more days, you don't have to worry about the medical expenses..."

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Man Jun knew that he had misunderstood and said immediately: "I came here today to trade that fan with Mr. Sun. You haven't woken up before, and everyone has no mood to trade. Now you're awake..."

In the afternoon, Man Jun gave the fan of Tang Bohu to an old customer. After seeing it, the old customer was only willing to pay 45,000 yuan. Man Jun naturally refused to sell it. Not to mention that he wanted to take the Sun Lianda line, Sun Lianda made a lot more than that customer in terms of price.

The business is not good at human relations, Man Jun is still very good at being a human being. He did not sell the painting to that person, but he invited the other party to drink a drink. So he came to the hospital a little late. Mr. Sun and others were worried that Fang Yi would have a problem, so this fan has not had time to trade.

"I forgot about you..."

Hearing Man Jun's words, Old Sun looked at Man Jun and said, "I want this fan. Please leave an account. If you can trust me, you will send you money tomorrow. If you can't trust me, you can just wait until you can give me something tomorrow..."

"Where are you talking about this? Putting things in your hands is more safe than putting them in a safe..."
Chapter completed!