The villagers all called Fang Jun and even changed his name to Fang Leifeng...
Everyone's emotions were very excited, and gradually the eyes looking at Fang Jun became different.
But at this time, Fang Jun was dumbfounded...
What did he feel?
The power of faith!
Yes, it is the power of faith. These villagers in Dahua Village seemed to have become his believers for a while. Most of them had a lot of power of faith floating on their bodies, and finally they slowly moved towards the direction.
Jun's body gathered together...
At the same time, Fang Jun hurriedly took out the Forbidden God Bead and put all the faith energy into it...
This part of the faith energy is not too much, but it is definitely a lot. It is enough for Fang Jun to absorb and practice in one night...
In an instant, Fang Jun felt that he seemed to have found another way to collect the power of faith. If he stole all the power of faith in those temples in the future, it seemed that he could use a similar method to obtain the power of faith for use.
Practice...
"Fang Jun, Fang Jun, why are you in a daze again?" Meng Qingying on the side gently touched Fang Jun, and at the same time said to the old man in front of him: "Old party secretary, I'm sorry, Fang Jun sometimes thinks about things.
, will be fascinated..."
"Ah? What's wrong?" Fang Jun woke up from his own world...
"The old party secretary came here to thank you..." Meng Qingying said softly.
"Old party secretary, when one party is in trouble, support from all directions is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. Letting everyone live a good life is also my heart's wish. You are so polite..." Fang Jun hurriedly shook hands with the old party secretary in front of him.
road.
"Everyone in our village has to thank you. You are our great benefactor..."
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After leaving Dahua Village, Fang Jun could not return with everyone, but there were still traces of power of faith emerging from the void, and then surrounding Fang Jun.
It seems that after absorbing all the power of faith into the Forbidden God Bead, Fang Jun discovered that not all the power of faith came from the villagers of Dahua Village, because some of the power of faith was directly absorbed into the Goddess by Fang Jun.
During the process, he discovered that his colleague who was absorbing the power of these beliefs could vaguely sense the source of these powers of belief, or what he was praying for...
Fang Jun vaguely groped for some mysteries about the incense of faith...
Why do the so-called gods need faith, because they rely on it to practice, and how do they contact their believers?
I'm afraid it's also through the power of faith. By absorbing the power of faith, you can know what believers pray for. Of course, it depends on God himself whether he wants to help or not...
Shaking his head, Fang Jun put these speculations behind him and turned to look at his gratitude value...
Fifty-seven thousand six hundred and thirty-eight points of gratitude!
This gratitude value has finally become positive again...
"Fang Jun, why are you giggling?" Meng Qingying asked.
"I've thought about how to treat Brother Heita. We need to go to the hospital quickly!" Fang Jun said.
With gratitude points, it is not a big problem to save the black tower.
After returning to Yuncheng, everyone was hungry. After a big meal, they sent Wang Gang back to his clothing store, while Fang Jun took the two girls straight to the First People's Hospital.
It was the same ward. When Fang Jun entered, he found that Mr. Qin and Dr. Miao were also there. Besides them, there were several doctors and nurses...
"What's wrong? Mr. Qin, has the patient's condition worsened?" Fang Jun asked hurriedly.
"Are you here? Don't worry. The good thing is that the patient's condition is not getting worse, but that it is starting to change for the better. It's really strange. We haven't made any special treatment plans or given him anything to eat in the past few days.
How come you suddenly get better with special medicine?"
"A few of us doctors have been here checking for a long time, but we still haven't got any results..." Mr. Qin shook his head gently.
Fang Jun was relieved when he heard this. The Xiantian Pill he sent must have had an effect. How can you find out the reason...
"Why, looking at your expression, it seems like you know something?" Mr. Qin asked softly.
"Well, I gave him a secret elixir. Maybe the elixir worked." Fang Jun said.
As for what kind of elixir it was, Fang Jun did not say clearly.
"Elixir? What elixir? How can you give random food to a patient? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"
Before Mr. Qin could speak, a doctor spoke first, and his voice was particularly sharp.
"Mr. Qin, which end is this?" Fang Junli ignored the man and then looked at Mr. Qin.
Fang Jun also spent some time in the First People's Hospital and knew most of the doctors here, but Fang Jun had never seen this guy...
"This is Dr. Xue, who came back from studying abroad..." Dr. Miao introduced.
"You, why do you always curse people?" Dr. Xue said with a blush on his face.
"What curse? Did I curse? Make way, you don't have to visit this patient anymore!" Fang Jun shrugged, and then pushed Dr. Xue aside...
"Dr. Qin, Dr. Miao, who is he? How can this be done? Is he a doctor? How can he give any pills to patients? Those things like lead and mercury, many emperors in ancient times died from eating them
?What kind of era is it now? How come people still believe this?"
"Science, you must believe in science!" Dr. Xue roared.
"Dr. Xue, you mean that Chinese medicine is also wrong?" Mr. Qin said calmly after hearing this.
Still scientific?
How long did it take for Western medicine to emerge?
Just two hundred years!
Two hundred years ago, were there doctors in the West?
There is a fart!
Some of them are just idiots who only know how to bleed!
Two hundred years ago, Western medicine used bloodletting no matter what the disease was!
Even Washington, the first president of the United States, had a fever, and then he was bled, bled, and bled again, and finally he was bled to death...
A great man of a generation was actually bled to death...
How many years has TCM developed?
It has been passed down from our ancestors for more than two thousand years, if not three thousand years...
However, Western medicine is now very popular, but it does not mean that Chinese medicine is pseudoscience!
"Haha, Mr. Qin, why are you being serious with him? Let him go out. He is not needed here. You all should go out first. I am here." Fang Jun said with a smile.
"you……"
What else did Dr. Xue want to say, but the other two doctors who knew Fang Jun pushed him and took him out...
"Boy, can you really do it?" Mr. Qin asked from the side.
"Don't worry, it should be OK this time..." Fang Jun said softly.
There should be no injuries that the system cannot resolve...
"Heita, male, thirty-nine years old, top level master, injury A+..." (To be continued)