Zhao Fan's consciousness was blurred, but his legs were still moving without stopping. This was a natural reaction under the survival instinct. On his lips, which were about to lose consciousness, he suddenly felt a trace of warmth and softness. Through the turbid river water in a trance, he saw Mu Qingya's shiny eyes close at hand.

"This woman is crazy? She's going to die, and she's still taking advantage of me?"

Zhao Xiaofan’s brain circuit is also unique. Who would have thought that at this moment, what’s like this is actually the sentence that pops up in his mind?

"The host's vital signs are weak, and the system determines that the host encounters a major crisis. The system will restart and upgrade in three seconds, and the host will enter a dormant state..."

The sound of the system machinery sounded deep in my mind, and before Zhao Fan could complain, he had completely lost consciousness.

...

The night tonight is beautiful, a full moon shines with clear light, reflecting on the architectural community among the mountains.

This is the Jiangnan Branch of the Central Hospital of Jiangnan District. A young girl with a pale face and beautiful appearance kept looking at the operating room anxiously.

The waiting area outside the operating room was originally a public area, but at this moment, more than a dozen burly men in black suits blocked the doors for entry and exit. Behind the girl was a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair.

Looking at the girl's expression, his arm hesitated and gently placed it on the wheelchair armrest.

The man sighed softly, pushed the wheelchair alone to the window. He looked at the bright moon in the sky, and there was also deep worry between his eyebrows.

"bite!"

The sound of the elevator aroused the quiet waiting area. A group of black suits looked vigilantly at the slowly opened elevator door, and their bodies were slightly tense, like cheetahs about to hunt.

What came out of the elevator was an old man with gray hair but extremely energetic. He was wearing a dark gray coarse cloth suit and a pair of black soft-soled cloth shoes under his feet.

This is a very ordinary old man, a little thin, and he is only about 1.7 meters tall. His waist is straight and his expression is a bit solemn. There is no sign of oldness in his eyes. Instead, there is a flash of light, giving people an invisible pressure.

When the man walked out of the elevator casually, all the black suits felt an unprecedented threat. This feeling appeared for no reason, which made them tense and nervous all over.

"Don't be nervous, it's your own people!"

The middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair had already turned his eyes here. When he saw the old man appearing, he said calmly and pushed the wheelchair to meet him.

“How long have you been in?”

The old man did not greet the man, looked at the direction of the operating room and asked in a deep voice.

"It's almost two hours."

The middle-aged man had a heavy tone and a little anxious.

"If you can't die, if you can't save it, you won't be able to delay so long. This kid is very life-threatening, don't worry!"

The old man's expression slowed down, raised his hand and swayed gently twice, walked to the door of the operating room, and took a look inside.

The middle-aged man behind him sighed. How could he not see the anxiety of the old man hiding so well? If he was really not in a hurry, he knew that he could not see anything through this glass door, how could he look at this?

"Girl, sit down and wait a little longer, he will definitely be fine!"

The old man saw the girl leaning against the door of the operating room and reached out to pat her shoulder, with a little kindness on his face and comforted her softly.

"Qingya, this is Zhao Fan's master. He said it's okay, but it must be fine!"

The middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair was Mu Qingya's father Mu Changfeng. He looked at the direction of the old man and introduced to Mu Qingya. "You know if this is right? You arranged for him to come, just know that only he can block these people, right? But he is going to die now. Do you still want to continue? How many people have died? How many people will you die for an immature product that is expensive and immature, will you give up?"

Mu Qingya grabbed the door frame with her fingers, her knuckles were a little white. After a brief silence, her red eyes looked in the direction of the old man, and she shouted a little out of control.

"Qingya, calm down!"

Mu Changfeng's face was slightly dark, and after a low shout, he turned to another sigh.

"This is not a place to talk. When the time is right, I will give you an explanation!"

The old man also sighed softly, reached out and patted Mu Qingya's shoulder again. At this time, his face became a little old.

There were footsteps coming from the door of the operating room. Several people looked nervous and looked at the doctor coming from behind the glass door.

"How is he?"

The door of the operating room had just opened, and the three people guarding the door spoke in unison, with an urgent tone.

The middle-aged doctor who only poked his head looked very tired. He coughed gently and cleared his dry throat. Then he said in a serious tone: "We have treated the wound on the injured person and have been continuously transfusions to him. Now his vital signs are basically stable."

Seeing the expressions of several people slowed down, the middle-aged doctor shook his head gently and said in a deep voice: "Now the patient is still in a coma, and we have used many methods but cannot wake him up. You are mentally prepared. We are very worried that he will hurt the nerves of the brain due to the violent shock. If the cause cannot be found for treatment in time, he may be unconscious."

The three people who had just revealed a little joy and their hearts sank again.

Zhao Fan had not yet got off the operating table, and the doctor was just temporarily laying the psychological preparation for the people waiting outside. After saying the situation, he said a few words of comfort in his voice and went back to the operating room again.

Mu Qingya stared at the cold operating room door in a daze, with a complicated expression.

"Old man, if he can come out alive, are you sure?"

But Mu Changfeng's eyes fell on Master Zhao Fan, with expectation in his eyes. Zhao Fan's medical skills were taught by this old man, so his medical skills were naturally extraordinary.

"If the brain nerves are injured, even if it can wake him up, it will not be possible in a few days. Moreover, it will take a long time to recover after waking up. How will he recover in the end depends on luck."

The old man's straight back was slightly hunched over. After sighing, his back was quickly straightened again, his thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and his cold face was filled with a strong murderous intent.

"These people have different origins, and they all come after taking the mission from the dark web. Even if you take action, if you don't find the mastermind behind the scenes, it will be meaningless to kill no matter how many people you want."

Mu Changfeng saw the old man’s thoughts, raised his hand and patted his arm lightly, and whispered in a low voice.

"I'll find them!"

The old man's muscles beat gently, his tone was cold.

A group of bodyguards, who were already inexplicably frightened by him, looked at each other in confusion. They never thought that just standing here, the power emitted by emotional fluctuations could make them frightened one by one.

Name: Zhao Fan

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Power: 500

Defense: 500

Agility: 500

Skill: Exploration Technique Level 4 0/5000 Exploration range 500 meters

Experience value: 100077/200000

Limited time remaining: 96 days

After the system is upgraded, turn on the data panel function, turn on the backpack function, turn on the skill upgrade function, and turn on the monthly lottery function.

"Alien's high-tech? Is there a display screen in my head? Isn't the system upgrade a big reward package? Is it useful to give me a display screen? What the hell is the function of a backpack? Can't I afford a bag?"

Zhao Fan was awake, but he was very tired and didn't even want to move his fingers.

The most important thing is that there have been changes after the system upgrade, which made him unable to help but complain silently.

"Skill Upgrade Function? What does it mean?"

After a while of complaints, Zhao Fan quickly noticed 0/5000 after the fourth-level exploration surgery on the panel, and subconsciously started the detection surgery.

"This girl is still alive? Is the old man here too? Why are he sobbing? I'm not dead yet!"

He soon saw the three people with serious expressions in the waiting area, muttered a few words in his heart, and his attention returned to the panel in his mind again.

Skill: Exploration Technique Level 4 1/5000 Exploration range 500 meters

"So that's the case. You can add a little data once. Damn, do you need to use it for 5,000 times to upgrade? Can you cheat a little more? Is this forcing me to be a voyeur? "

Seeing the changes in the data, Zhao Fan also understood what was going on. While he was a little happy, he was more of a black line on his face.

He is not a voyeur, so except when necessary, he rarely turns on the exploration technique and wanders around like a radar. But what should I do now? The exploration technique needs to be used 4,999 times to upgrade. Besides opening it again and again, what choice does he have?

"Fortunately, five thousand times are not too long. Find a quiet place, open it every second, and upgrade it in more than an hour."

Zhao Fan soon felt the loophole in it. He looked happy and switched the probe several times. The data on the panel changed rapidly.

But ideals are full, reality is skinny.

It is indeed simple to turn on the exploration technique. It can be turned on with just one move in your heart. If you turn it off, the same operation can be done. However, between this opening and closing, there is light and darkness in front of you, which is similar to the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, what a relaxing thing!

But you try to blink once every second and watch it for more than an hour?

Zhao Fan had only held on for less than a minute, and then felt dizzy and the whole world flashed rapidly.

"I'm cheating! Forget it, the range of 500 meters is already very good. I'll practice for a few minutes every day. If I keep working for more than an hour, I don't know whether this thing can be upgraded or not. I guess I'm going crazy."

Zhao Fan insisted for about a minute, but finally gave up the idea of ​​quickly upgrading.

“Monthly lottery function?”

Zhao Fan only began to pay attention to the lottery function at this time. He is indeed a bit obsessive-compulsive. If it were someone else, he would definitely pay attention to this function at the first time. The lottery is more attractive after all.

But he studied one by one in the order of the panels, and finally got here.

When a large turntable appeared on the panel, Zhao Fan showed such a look on his face. He was really a colorful turntable with a pointer.

The awards on the turntable are all related to system functions, but what Zhao Fan saw at first was the option that covers the largest area.

This white triangle option block occupies almost one-third of the entire turntable, with a few big words that make him dizzy.

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