Ronan seemed to see a reprint of the problem he had encountered before. In this situation, it was clear that the body of the soul host could not withstand the infusion of Morun's soul power and was damaged. How would Morun solve this problem? In case of encounter
In unexpected situations, you can't control the soul-dwelling user who can be "cut to pieces" at any time to fight, right?
With the magic talisman as a fulcrum and cover, Ronan opened his "divine perspective" and conducted an all-round observation of Morun.
Morun was completely unaware of this and adjusted it step by step so that the Soul Host could gradually adapt to the infusion of soul power. Since he had already exposed his energy information operation method at the magic talisman before, Ronan even observed and guessed.
I can make every step of his steps go smoothly.
...Is this so? Ronan is like an apprentice, comparing the movements of the coach and starting to try.
The first is self-limitation.
Slow down the rhythm of soul breathing, slow down the speed and efficiency of energy information operation, and even intentionally block some of it to reduce the huge pressure on the body.
Ronan's mental induction range began to shrink significantly, from a radius of 800 meters to less than ten meters.
At this point, it is about one percent of the soul body's mental induction. It cannot be reduced no matter what. This is the minimum limit for maintaining the current soul configuration and rhythm. It is a "basic unit". But even this is not as good as
The five-meter radius nearly doubled yesterday morning, which still puts a lot of pressure on information processing.
Now comes the second step: keep your distance.
Ronan followed Morun's approach and allowed the soul to "lean" deep into the spiritual level, maintaining a state of detachment from the physical body... Well, it was like dreaming.
Morun used this method to reduce the pressure on the body of the soul host. However, the biggest problem is that the exchange of information between the material and spiritual levels is somewhat misaligned and lagging, which affects the secretion of some neurotransmitters. He is mentally confused and confused.
It's similar to sleepwalking or even taking drugs.
In the final analysis, this is just a stop-gap measure, not a permanent solution.
Ronan was a little disappointed, but anyway, this method helped him get out of his embarrassing "paralysis" state.
After Morun completed the "soul transfer", he did not rush out of the nightclub. Instead, he led the magic talisman out of the box and walked around the nightclub to adjust the soul transfer form to the best condition.
Temporarily losing the value of observation, Ronan's mind returned, but he couldn't help but yawned and almost fell asleep. He didn't want to scare people with sleep anymore, so he suppressed his sleepiness and sat up from the bed unsteadily.
The weak skylight filtered into the room through the gauze curtains, and time flew by quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was early morning.
Thinking about the twists and turns and chaos in the first half of the night, as well as the speed of the flow during this period, and the sharp contrast between before and after, Ronan felt quite emotional for a while.
He took another deep breath, but only halfway through it, the itching in his throat suddenly broke out, and the air flow was blocked. He was choked to death, coughing continuously, and almost couldn't breathe.
At this time, the transmitter on the bedside actively sounded, and my aunt's extremely surprised voice came in:
"Nannan, you wake up!"
He wanted to say hello to his aunt, but his violent coughing prevented him from speaking, so he could only raise his hand in response.
The intensive care unit where Ronan is located was specially arranged by the association through the hospital, with 24-hour intelligent monitoring and equipped with both professional and machine nursing care - in fact, the fundamental purpose is to refuse family companionship and make room for subsequent operations.
Due to the hospital's system, Ms. Luo Shuqing could only check Ronan's real-time condition through online video. Unexpectedly, in the early morning, during the first visit of the day, she saw Ronan turning over and sitting up. This surprise was really extraordinary.
Seeing Ronan's coughing condition, he couldn't help but worry. Just when he was about to call the medical staff, the ward door was pushed open, and a large number of doctors and nurses came in, and the daily routine rounds began.
Among the crowd, Mr. Bai stood out clearly, and he was in the core position. To this little old man who casually put on a white coat, Ronan's attending physician always addressed him as "Professor Bai", showing great respect.
"Hey, the little guy is awake. This saves a lot of trouble."
While Mr. Bai was joking, a nurse came forward to do a routine check and pulled up the monitoring data from last night for Mr. Bai to review.
Mr. Bai had already made up his mind about what happened last night. He just scanned the data and continued to joke with Ronan: "...What happened to the forehead? Didn't you wake up because of a fall?"
The wound on Ronan's forehead was originally a tear in the epidermal tissue. It had already scabbed and stopped bleeding. It looked like it had been hit by something. There was only a shallow blood stain on his forehead, which was more eye-catching.
"Cough, I don't know where I touched it." Ronan still couldn't stop coughing and spoke intermittently.
Mr. Bai walked over with a smile on his face and checked his physical condition, just like rolling his eyelids.
At the same time, Ronan's voice came into his six ears: "Idiot, should you say something like 'why am I here' at this time?"
"Ahem...why am I here?" Because of the sequelae of "lowering blood pressure", Ronan's mind has been groggy. He really said what he was told, very well-behaved.
Mr. Bai was very happy. Ronan was indeed old enough to be his grandson. He patted Ronan on the head and said, "You can teach me," and then said:
"It's nothing. The young man must have been under a lot of stress recently and has a bit of a mental breakdown... Your parents are here and I'll report the situation later."
"I'll be downstairs right away."
Ms. Luo Shuqing did not go home yesterday, so she stayed at a hotel near the hospital. Seeing that Ronan was awake, she notified her husband and rushed here. She watched the entire hospital examination through online video and hurriedly gave medical advice through the bedside communicator.
respond.
"No rush, no rush."
Mr. Bai said, but he grabbed Ronan's two hands, motioned Ronan to open the tiger's mouth of his left hand, and gently kneaded and pressed it with the thumb of his right hand, and demonstrated the contact points, techniques, and strength: "Coughing
It’s awesome, just deal with it like this first, concentrate on it, don’t have any distractions, okay?”
Ronan did as he was told, and as expected, his cough symptoms were relieved, so he immediately nodded in agreement.
Mr. Bai smiled and went out with his hands behind his back, but Liu Er's contact remained intact and he shared messages to let Ronan know his next trip.
After symbolically checking a few more patient numbers, Mr. Bai met with Ms. Luo Shuqing. What he said next was different from what he said in the ward:
"Depending on the situation, it can be initially confirmed that it is an autonomic nervous system disorder, caused by stress or anger... Did you get angry with your family last night?"
Mr. Bai showed his magic stick posture and immediately led Ms. Luo Shuqing into the jar.