Nakajima sat on the hospital bed naked (with a quilt covered with a lower body). Han Fang Nakajima felt a little up and down. It would be a lie to say that he completely believed that Yagyu Tomoto could cure his shoulders. After all, a fourteen-year-old boy, even if his talent in swordsmanship is earth-shaking, it is a different matter between kendo talent and curing diseases.

However, Yagyu Motoka was the last life-saving straw that Nakajima could catch. (The hospital has sentenced his shoulder to death, and even the experts in the sports team had no choice. According to his own perception, the bones were broken like this, especially in the joints, and there was no possibility of saving them, so he was so depressed.)

Secondly, Yagyu Moto and Chief Sasaki once tried out, and the final sword of the split air was completely broken through the Han side's understanding of humans. They can use human power to stimulate ion flow. It seems that it is not impossible to create a miracle!

Now, in the feeling of the Nakajima Han Fang, countless cold threads penetrated through Yagyu Moto and his hands pressed on his vest, gathering towards his right shoulder. If it were someone else, he would definitely feel all kinds of discomfort at this time. After all, this is a matter of foreign objects invading the human body and bringing all kinds of discomfort. However, the Nakajima Han Fang had already prepared mentally.

Moreover, it is precisely because of such a strange feeling that the confidence of the Nakajima Han side in his shoulders has suddenly increased.

After looking at his X-ray photos, Nakajima Hanfang was already desperate about his kendo career.

So he is not afraid of changes now, but he is afraid of no changes. There are strange phenomena in his body, which shows that Yagyu Moto is not only talking nonsense, but also truly has the ability to heal himself.

The cold silk threads pass through the body and sometimes it hurts slightly, but most of the time, it is just a strange feeling of cold foreign objects traveling through the body.

This is completely different from the last time Yayoi Motowa stimulates potential for Changyuanming and transforms his body.

Last time, Yayoi Yuenhe disintegrated the golden thread into countless tiny needle-shaped sword energy, which was wrapped and guided by internal force, and stimulated countless acupuncture points, internal organs, muscles and nerves in Changyuanming's body separately. This itself requires a large amount of sword energy.

At that time, Yayoi Moto and his ability to control sword energy was far less powerful than that now. The sword energy that entered other people's body was just a disposable consumable and could not be collected after use. Therefore, after this set of stimulating potential projects were operated, Yayoi Moto and the four layers of golden wisp clothes collapsed for three layers, and they were still tired of themselves half to death.

But this time, Yayoi Motoka was completely different from that time. Over the past period of time, through self-reflection and self-analysis, Yayoi Motoka's will has become more pure and clear, knowing what he wants to do, and thinking clearly about what he should do. This feeling of clearly grasping one's ins and outs is that the side effect of controlling sword energy is transformed into two different people.

Now he can highly condense wisps of sword energy and turn them into silk threads, passing through the body of the Nakajima Han Fang, like countless tiny fingers, directly touching the broken bones on the Nakajima Han Fang's shoulders.

Another thing that Yayoi Motohiro expected was that in the body of Nakajima Han Fang, in addition to the extremely weak resistance to Yayoi Motohiro's internal strength on the chaotic right shoulder, in the internal organs of Nakajima Han Fang, the resistance to internal strength infiltration was not very strong. However, if other muscle tissues and skin tissues do not have Yayoi Motohiro's sword energy in front of him, the pure internal strength could not penetrate at all.

This may indicate that as a senior swordsman, Nakajima Han Fang has only completed the practice of muscle and skin, and the practice of the samurai body has not yet penetrated into the internal organs?

"Kun Nakajima, hold on!" Yagyu Motoka behind him reminded him again.

"Don't worry, I'll hold on!"

The next moment, in the area where Han Fang Nakajima was already completely numb, a severe pain came, and Han Fang Nakajima felt something that seemed to be moving a distance between his flesh and blood.

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On the right shoulder of Nakajima Hanfang, the blood vessels and nerves caused by the deformation of the body and the skeleton combed, it quickly became smoother through the combing of Yagyu and the sword energy. Of course, the damage to the body is inevitable in this process, but it is much less severe than the injuries caused by surgery.

According to Yayoi Tomokashi's estimate, since his will control ability cannot reach the nanometer level, the sword energy cannot be allowed to pass through the Nakashima Han cube without harming the body of Nakashima Han cube. However, at least Yayoi Tomokashi's sword energy is so subtle that it can only be experienced by perception. When released from the body, it cannot be seen with the naked eye. This shows that the sword energy silk thread is at least close to or reaches the level of microns. It is much better to organize the broken bones in the Nakashima Han cube through the sword energy to tidy up the bones in the Nakashima Han cube by tidying it is much better than any minimally invasive surgery.

"Stand it, the first bone has been reset, and now it is the next one." Although the severe pain still comes from time to time, Nakajima Hanba didn't feel sad at all. He listened to the sound of Yagyu Moto and the number one by one behind him.

When each bone was restored, although Nakajima Han Fang was sweating all over, he grinned. If it weren't for the pain, his mouth was a little deformed, he would have wanted to laugh out loud. The so-called pleasure is probably this kind of pain and happiness.

Beside him, the two nurses were stunned by Yagyu Moto and such a simple treatment method. They stood alone on the bed, pressing their hands on Nakajima Hanfang's back, and then there was no other move. Instead, they kept reporting the progress of the treatment in their mouths, and they didn't know whether it was true or not.

However, the patient with a very big background, Nakajima Hanfang really had his muscles beating all over his body, and beads of sweat were gradually spreading from scratch to right.

As time went by, the boy standing by the bed, his slightly closed eyes gradually revealed a green splendor in the gaps of his eyelids, just as if there was no eyeball under his eyelids, but a luminous LED light bulb; at the same time, his short hair was automatically windless, and he stood up and down slowly as the boy breathed for a long time, just like the rice in the rice field, swaying with the storm.

The question is where the wind comes from indoors?

"Wipe him sweat!" Yagyu Motoka sensed the abnormal contraction of Nakajima's skin by pressing his hands on Nakajima's back. When he opened his eyes, the three young nurses looked at him in a daze, standing still.

The two nurses quickly pulled away the thin quilt that Nakajima Hanfang covered his lower body and wiped sweat from Nakajima Hanfang with a dry towel. Another nurse passed the catheter and quickly replenished Nakajima Hanfang.

However, no matter Nakajima Hanfang himself or the three nurses in the room, he had no embarrassed expression.

"Okay, Nakajima, your bones have been reset. You can hold on for a while. I will stimulate your potential and make your shoulders heal in advance so as not to accidentally use force and twist the bones that have finally been reset. Your shoulders are still just a pile of broken bones that are being crushed back to their original state, which is too fragile."

"Thank you for your hard work, I can hold on!"

As soon as this sentence was said, the palms on the vest seemed to have changed from an ice spring to a soldering iron. A thread of fire penetrated Nakajima Hanfang's body, causing an unknown fire in his body. Nakajima Hanfang only felt that his blood seemed to be boiling. Under the induced veins of an external force, the blood in his body rushed towards his right shoulder in a strange way.

Nakajima Han Fang is not comparable to a kendo apprentice who is limited to the first-class kendo apprentice. He had doubts just now, and now this feeling makes him almost certain that Yagyu Tomoka's power system is definitely not a martial soul system. I have never heard of anyone's martial soul that can do such a thing.

This kind of power seems to have been heard of somewhere, it seems to be an ancient and unpopular power system, but where have I heard of it?

The endless heat flow baked the internal organs of Nakajima Hanfang, leaving him no longer able to carefully ponder Yagyuen and the power he showed. On Nakajima Hanfang's right shoulder, bursts of pain and itch were transmitted into his brain at the same time. This feeling made people want to cut his right shoulder open and scratch his bones hard.

Although it was uncomfortable, the surprise in Nakajima's heart was really unspeakable. It was not the first time he had experienced this feeling of bones healing and growing. It was just that he had fractured several times before, and healed, he did not feel as strong as this time.

After doing this, Yagyu Tomotohara slowly retracted his palms. The Nakajima Hanfang only stimulated some potential and slightly healed the broken bones that were put together, not as thorough as Chang Yuanming did that time.

At that time, Yagyu Tomoto and He had no experience. In order to distort some of Changyuan Ming's body states, he tried his best to stimulate all the places in Changyuan Ming's body that could stimulate potential along the way. The potential of the human body that was stimulated along the way was not this time. The little potential stimulated by the Nakajima Han side was comparable.

Otherwise, Chang Yuanming, a not very outstanding swordsman, has not even been polished to the point of perfection. Why can he reach the sky in one step, stimulate the martial soul, and enter the realm of the swordsman?

"Okay, Nakajima, you can rest well for a while and practice kendo again." Yagyu Moto and said with a smile at Nakajima Hanfang who turned around.

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At this time, Nakajima Han Fang was naked, and there was only a pair of sleeve support for fixing/protecting the injured part on his right shoulder and right arm. It was the only cover for Nakajima Han Fang. There were two female nurses around him (both good-looking and figured) constantly changing to dry towels to wipe the sweat on his body.

This kind of scene that is not suitable for children makes Yagyu Motowa really feel a bit eye-catching.

A bunch of things swayed under the crotch of Nakajima Han Fang. Even if I sincerely thank you for your gratitude, Yagyu Tomokazuya also thanked you.

"Ah, you have a good rest. Just don't move your right shoulder in the last few days."

Yanagi Motohe reminded him and quickly turned around and left the ward. The young nurse wiped his sweat and had already wiped the lower part of Nakajima Han Fang. This scene was really hard to bear.

Behind him, Nakajima Hanfang laughed loudly, explaining to the nurses - "Yaoyukun is still too young", and the laughter of the nurses came from the room.

"Didn't he treat him so well? He dares to laugh at me!" Even Yayoi Motokawa was shocked at the beginning of the miserable situation, so when he treated Nakashima Han's prescription, he learned a lot of experience and lessons. Moreover, Yayoi Motokawa's control of sword energy has improved a lot now. Through various methods, the treatment process of Nakashima Han's prescription is far less rough and violent than when he was transformed by Changyuan Ming.

Walking out of the ward in a little embarrassed manner, Yagyu Tomokazu began to seriously consider the possibility of including the Nakajima Han side as the future test subject. After all, he was a sword tycoon and should have not completed internal organ refining. Isn’t this a test piece made in heaven?

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"Yuanhe, do you have time tomorrow afternoon?"

"Uncle Kobayashi, I have time tomorrow. Please give me any instructions if you have anything."

"That's right, I have a friend who wants to meet you. Well, there are some things he wants to meet and talk to you. Don't worry, it's not a bad thing." Yuji Kobayashi made the phone call until the day after Yagyu Motoka finished the game.

After all, Yagyu Motoka is his son-in-law and his good friend Hoshima's son. He doesn't want Yagyu Motoka to walk onto the ring with any ideological burden. After all, his identity as the boss of Hasegawa is quite sensitive, and Yagyu Motoka is young. If there is some psychological pressure, he has a short and small relationship on the ring. He is not only sorry for his old friend Yagyu, but also for his daughter.

By the way, since his son-in-law participated in the Martial Soul Prison, his family has made a fortune. Since Kobayashi Yuji saw Yagyu Moto-Hanlu have become a powder, his confidence in the achievements that this son-in-law can achieve in the Martial Soul Prison has soared a hundred times. Although he has not borrowed money to bet, he has also suppressed all the cash on hand.

After these rounds of games, the cash that is too much or too little has doubled and doubled, from 3.2 million yen to more than 400 million. Yuji Kobayashi feels that even if it is not considered the gray income from Sanlin Club, it seems to be enough for his second half of his life.

"Uncle Kobayashi, you can set the place and time, and I will definitely arrive on time."

"Just behind Xiaoju and their bar, in Xiaoju's lounge, this matter must be kept secret from the people of the Jianhao Society, including your assistant Hiromi Takahashi."

"Ah? Uncle, do you know Sister Ju's bar?"

"Hmph! I don't even look at my uncle's profession. Can I hide this from me?"

Yuki Motowa put down the phone, feeling a little confused. He hadn't done anything recently? If it were the aftermath of the incident of killing Angel Ruiz, he shouldn't have found himself after so long.

If it was the treatment of Nakajima Han prescription yesterday, there should be no big trouble. If you come to seek medical treatment, you naturally cannot offend the doctor, and you have nothing to worry about.

"Yuan Hejun--"

"Hey, Sakura, what are you dressing up?" At home, Sakura Kobayashi actually wore a one-piece swimsuit. Well, yesterday, as a reward for the improvement of his younger brother's grades, his parents took his younger brother out to play. It took about three or four days to come back. Now there are only the two of them at home.

"It's summer vacation in school! Look at my swimsuit looks good? Can we go swimming by the beach tomorrow? I haven't been to the beachfront yet!"

"Uh, Sakura, it won't work tomorrow. Your father has something to come to me, why don't we go the day after tomorrow?" Since there are only two people at home, Sakura Kobayashi's actions have become much more intimate. She just sat next to Yukitoshi and rubbed against each other whenever she had nothing to do.

Even yesterday's dinner was cooked by Sakura Kobayashi. She claimed that over the past period, she has learned to be a wife's practice with her mother, Masako Minamida, and has shown her skills to show her skills to Yagyu Motohiko, so she firmly rejected Yagyu Motohiko's decision to buy takeaway and must cook by herself.

It makes three dishes and one soup. It tastes like it. But Sakura Kobayashi feels good. Maybe it’s because she likes to eat the dishes she cooks? Anyway, Sakura Kobayashi gave her 85 points for this supper, and even pulled her fiancé and asked Yagyu Motoka to make an "objective evaluation" of the meal.

Yayoi Motoka was not a fool. Besides, his fiancée made a meal with all his efforts. Even for the sake of Kobayashi Sakura's sweat, Yayoi Motoka gave the meal a high score of 99 points on the spot, deducting one point to allow his fiancée to have room for improvement.

The girl in a swimsuit today held Yayoi Motokara's arm and shook it around and used a spoiled method. If she hadn't promised her father-in-law to meet tomorrow, Yayoi Motokara would have agreed.

"Ah! Dad has something to look for you?" Sakura Kobayashi stopped and shook Yuki Motoka's arm, asking in confusion.

"I don't know either. Your father didn't say it, but he told me to keep it a secret from the Jianhao Society. If you see Sister Takamu, don't let it go."

"Don't worry, do you want Yuan Hejun and I to go together?"

"No, since my uncle said he should keep it secret from the Jianhao Society, the fewer people he knows, the better. But Sakura will be alone at home tomorrow. If she thinks it's boring to stay at home, go and find Kazuka Ayama and the others to go to the amusement park together."

Yagyumoto and herself are nothing, but Kobayashi Sakura would probably be bored at home alone tomorrow.

Gently put the little fiancée in her swimsuit into her arms and gently rubbed her fiancé's hair with her chin on her left and right. Sakura Kobayashi was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes into a line, and gently arched her little head upwards, so that Yagyu Motohiro could rub her chin against her head more conveniently without having to bow her head.

A young unmarried couple hugged each other in a quiet room, and no one spoke again.
Chapter completed!