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Chapter 237: Chapter 189 A Special Battle_2
As early as when his Spirit Attribute was only in the twenties, Fang Cheng began trying to sense and control the changes in his bodily functions.
Now, with a Spirit Attribute of 43 points, and having mastered Qigong and meditation, he possesses Inner Vision.
He can minutely control each muscle and every blood vessel throughout his body to a degree unimaginable to ordinary people.
It can be said that as long as it’s within the tolerable scope of his body, Fang Cheng can freely control the rate of his heartbeat and the fluctuations in his body temperature.
At its lowest, he enters the Fetal Breathing State, with his heart beating only once every few minutes, and his body temperature dropping to around 10℃.
When explosive strength is needed, such as when using the Kirin Arm, his heart behaves like a motor at full power, pumping out enough blood in an instant to ensure a sufficient energy supply.
Now, Fang Cheng just makes slight adjustments, keeping his blood pressure, heart rate, and body temperature within the healthy range of a normal person.
It is somewhat similar to that of a professional athlete, slightly stronger than an ordinary person.
He passed the first three medical examination items smoothly, exhibiting normal results.
Next up, the examination of the mouth and teeth.
Fang Cheng understood the implications of this test and was very cooperative.
Because, indeed, he is not a monster who eats humans.
The previous medical tests were relatively easy to handle.
But the last one, the blood test, was a significant challenge.
For both the doctors and Fang Cheng himself.
The doctor conducting the medical checks for Fang Cheng’s queue was a young lady.
She skillfully tied the tourniquet on the upper part of his forearm, then gently tapped it, signaling him to relax.
Fang Cheng’s face was calm, recalling the ultimate relaxation state from practicing Tai Chi Boxing, and had already completely relaxed his body muscles.
He made his arm feel softer to the touch, hoping to avoid the awkward situation of the needle not being able to penetrate.
Fortunately, perhaps to ensure more stable sampling and more accurate results.
The doctor opted for venous blood drawing rather than finger pricking.
Given Fang Cheng’s current Constitution and the Iron Fist Effect, along with the results of long-term training, the hardness of his fingers was almost as strong as real rebar.
The shallow vein chosen for venous blood drawing is located under the skin, above the muscle tissues.
Only the outermost layer of skin tissue needs to be pierced.
Although Fang Cheng’s skin is also extremely tough, it was still worth a try.
If it were finger pricking, Fang Cheng feels that no matter how relaxed he was, it would be impossible for the fine needle to penetrate even slightly.
Even so, the first attempt at drawing blood was not successful.
"Don’t be nervous, try to relax more."
With the blood collection needle in hand, the female doctor tried to insert the needle into the vein on the inner side of his forearm, but it felt like she was stabbing into thick cowhide.
She thought Fang Cheng was too tense, so she spoke up as a reminder.
Then, after two more attempts, which still did not succeed, the needle even bent.
The young doctor even began doubting her technique, perspiration appearing on her forehead.
Glancing at the overwhelmingly muscular arm, she somewhat recoiled.
Fang Cheng then gave her a gentle smile and softly reassured her:
"Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt me. You’ve been working hard for so long. Take a breath and rest for a bit."
Hearing this, the female doctor looked up at the sunny, handsome man before her.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly nodded:
"Yes."
Afterward, she shook her hand and took several deep breaths before switching to a new blood collection needle to try again.
As he watched the glinting needle, Fang Cheng’s gaze hardened, and he silently circulated his True Qi.
His facial expression seemed calm, but a storm was raging inside him, his blood boiling.
Countless cycles of breath surged like the tide, eventually consolidating into a tumultuous wave rushing towards his right arm.
The moment the needle touched down.
The pores on his right forearm suddenly relaxed and opened all at once.
With barely-visible white sweat steaming off, specific areas of pores dilated to their limit, allowing the thin needle to successfully penetrate.
As it opened and closed, each pore resembled a black hole.
Soon after, a suction force emerged actively pulling the needle in further until it pierced into the deeper vein.
"Thump!"
To outsiders, it might seem like Fang Cheng’s smile was too infectious, or perhaps the young doctor had regained all her strength after a brief rest.
Finally, the needle went in smoothly, unobstructed.
The thick, dark red blood plasma quickly entered the collection tube through the transparent soft tube.
"Sigh————"
The young lady doctor let out a long sigh, instantly looking immensely relaxed.
Fang Cheng also relaxed, as though he had just finished an extremely intense battle.
Then he wrapped up his energy exercises and smiled at the doctor.
To be honest, if it didn’t work out this time, he was prepared to start giving himself the injections.
Fang Cheng had never imagined that one day, learning martial arts would actually be used to aid others in harming his own body.
The hugely challenging task of "drawing blood" was finally completed.
But the matter was not over yet...
As Fang Cheng slowly stood up, his gaze quickly swept across the lady doctor’s chest, then toward the cardboard box filled with medical equipment behind her.
On her name tag, as well as on the surface of the box, the words "Ren’an Hospital" were printed.
Fang Cheng’s mind stirred imperceptibly and he stood up nonchalantly, giving his spot to Zhou Xiumei who was behind him.
"Big brother!"
Wen Xin, who had finished her medical check-up early, waved and called out to him.
Fang Cheng stepped forward and stood next to her, waiting for Zhou Xiumei and grandma.
Inside the tubular building, the epidemic prevention staff dressed in white protective suits were carrying disinfection boxes, disinfecting each household door-to-door.
The pungent smell of the disinfectant was extremely strong, detectable even outside.
Not having left the building for two days, many neighbors like Fang Cheng remained outside, chatting.
Although they still couldn’t cross the cordoned area, it was at least good to be able to breathe some fresh air.
Wen Xin pleaded with her mom to go upstairs and play with Fang Cheng in the afternoon. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Being cooped up inside the house for the past two days had been suffocating.
Wen Huixi was worn down by her persistence and reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Fang Cheng’s mind was on other matters, his gaze searching through the crowd.
Then sweeping over the streets around the tubular building, the houses, and even the policemen, doctors, and Special Search Team commissioners.
Slowly, a vague plan began to form in his mind.
.........
Heavy nightfall enveloped the cold city.
The sound of the wind whistling outside the window, frost forming blurry white patterns on the glass.
The living room was warmly lit, the television screen flickering intermittently.
Fang Cheng lay on the sofa, his long legs crossed over each other, comfortably resting on the coffee table.
On it, there lay a few unsealed but unfinished snack packs, including chips and cookies.
On the screen, a group of martial arts masters were fighting fiercely, their shouts and howls echoing.
It was the kind of Kung Fu movie that Fang Cheng enjoyed watching.
Speaking of which, this DVD had been borrowed from Wu Datong’s shop and was already half a month overdue.
Only tonight did he remember to play and watch it.
Beside him, the occasional beeping sound of a game controller echoed the Fist and Kick sound effects emanating from the TV.
Wen Xin was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eyes glued to her handheld game console screen.
Completely immersed in an adventure world made up of pixelated characters.
The handheld console, which was a new release, was a New Year’s gift Fang Cheng gave to her.
This girl, lacking toys since childhood, simply couldn’t stop once she started.
Suddenly, a cheer erupted, seemingly having finally cleared the first level.
"Stop playing for a moment; try the new craft I just learned."
Zhou Xiumei came from the kitchen into the living room, carrying steaming homemade milk tea.
Smelling the rich aroma, Fang Cheng immediately got up to receive it, took a big sip, and praised it.
Life in lockdown might not all be about depression and anxiety; at least there were these relaxed moments together like now.
The three of them each held a cup of milk tea, drinking and chatting happily.
Time flew, and it was nearly ten o’clock.
Wen Huixi came upstairs and called Wen Xin to go back to sleep.
The little girl reluctantly waved goodbye.
Zhou Xiumei helped clean up the house a bit and was also preparing to leave.
But Fang Cheng suddenly stopped her and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket to give her.
"Brother Cheng, what is this?"
Zhou Xiumei looked at the keys with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
