"The words on the four corners of my mask mean 'Chaotic Kindness'. Hers means 'Practice Medicine for Heaven'."

While waiting for coffee and dessert, Jing Yang pointed at the Chinese characters on his and Xiao Di's masks respectively.

The female reporter sitting across from me took a quick note and asked: "I can probably understand the word "practicing medicine for heaven". It means that you think you are treating diseases and saving people in place of some kind of justice, right?"

Seeing the masked man nodding slightly, she asked again: "If that's the case, then your intentions are obviously very kind, so why do you add the word 'chaos' to your kindness?"

Jing Yang said: "We will save people who we are willing to save and have the ability to save."

The female reporter kept writing and nodded: "Instead of saving the people who need your rescue, or the people who ask for your help, the standard of judgment is you, so you depreciate yourself, or call yourself 'chaotic kindness'?"

"Just leave yourself a way out." The masked man said, "It would be bad if you have to be a saint when someone picks you up."

The female reporter smiled and cheered: "You can't be a saint if you leave a way out in your heart. But in this way, I don't know whether I should ask many of the questions I prepared - for example, do you have any diseases?

Can any injury be cured?"

I don’t know if I should ask you, but don’t ask. Jing Yang thought to himself.

"And, according to my interviews and surveys, in the 17 days since the beginning of this month, you have appeared in 13 hospitals in three cities 19 times. In these 19 times, you have treated a total of 720 people.

Most of them are seriously injured, amputated or hemiplegic people who are unable to cope with current medical methods. The large number of people you have rescued in these more than half a month and the great help you have made every medical staff in the 13 hospitals admire you.

To the extreme, hundreds of families are grateful to you, and government departments in three cities have no way to commend you..."

"We are not your boss, so don't report here." The masked man tapped his fingers on the table.

At this time, the waiter had already brought over the hot drinks and desserts they ordered, placed them on the table in front of Jingyang Xiaodi, put away the plates and looked at the female reporter sitting opposite.

"I personally admire your actions very much, so I won't complain." The female reporter smiled and cheekily said to the waiter, "One cup of Sasquatch, thank you."

The waiter nodded and left.

The female reporter made up her mind to wait a little longer. When she looked back, she saw that the two people opposite him actually lifted up the lower half of their masks, exposed their mouths, and calmly drank hot drinks - both of them had clear-cut chins, with nothing superfluous.

The man is a bit tougher, while the woman looks delicate yet feminine; another thing they have in common is that, looking at their skin full of collagen, they are certainly not very old, surprisingly not even over 20.

Years old - But, your mask actually has two parts, the upper and the lower? Could it be that it was specially made for this situation? It's so thoughtful, I can only say!

Jing Yang and Xiao Di drank and ate calmly, their masks stretched forward at the tips of their noses, as if the two huge noses were pointing at the female reporter opposite, causing the latter to feel inexplicably stressed...

The female reporter calmed down and asked: "You showed up 19 times and rescued 720 people. On average, you rescued thirty-seven or eight people each time you showed up."

"It sounds great, but it actually doesn't take much effort. I helped all the time. Sometimes I happened to meet a lot of people, so I did more." Jing Yang said, thinking in his mind that some hospitals "offer sacrifices."

There is quite a bit of death energy.

Does this count as borrowing and repaying?

After all the calculations, one life is worth more than ten, twenty or thirty lives. This can barely be called a kind word, right?

"There is one thing in common among these 19 times. I don't know if I am overthinking it or what." The female reporter said, "No matter which city you are in, no matter which hospital you are in, no matter how many people you rescued that time, there are

There must be the same type of rescued people - those who are called vegetative people. Is this a coincidence, or..."

Xiaodi, who was eating a small cake, raised his eyes and looked at the female reporter.

Jing Yang thought for a while, then said calmly and forcefully with a calm tone and clear enunciation: "It can only be said that we have some experience in treating vegetative patients."

The female reporter quickly took notes in her notebook and asked many questions.

After that, Jing Yang spoke less and less.

The female reporter also sensed the perfunctory tone and quickly stood up to leave.

By the way, I actually forgot to ask their names...

The female reporter walked out of the cafe door and suddenly woke up when she was blown by the cold wind outside.

Just use "chaotic goodness" and "practicing medicine for heaven" to refer to it...

She put away her shorthand notebook and hurriedly crossed the road. A man wearing a knitted hat and a high-collared jacket passed her on the zebra crossing.

…

"Are there more people stalking you today?"

Jing Yang held a small spoon in his mouth and glanced at the figure wearing a knitted hat outside the cafe.

Even without the use of investigative techniques like "Yuan", he and Xiaodi could easily detect this kind of amateur stalker with their sharper senses and intuition after practicing in the end.

Xiaodi put down her fork and said fairly: "Our masks are so recognizable that we stayed in the hospital for a long time. But apart from the woman just now, the one who followed us all the way here must also be a telepathic person. -

—Even now there are many people in this cafe observing us."

Jing Yang threw the spoon back into the empty cup, snapped the lower part of the mask on, "Let's go."

…

Outside the cafe, the knitted hat pulled up its high collar, trying to hide itself in the flow of people.

Suddenly, a ball of Qi flowed around his body separated and transformed into a monkey that ordinary people could not see.

As soon as the monkey landed on the ground, like a real animal, it climbed up the edge of the huge window of the cafe with hands and feet in twos and twos, and peeked into the store, but its monkey eyes widened - where were those two people?!

The seats where the two miracle doctors were sitting just now became empty at some point.

The knitted hat looked around anxiously with the monkey clone. Suddenly, at the far corner on the left hand side, he saw the two familiar figures disappearing in the crowd - there! The monkey clone dispersed in a ball of energy, and the knitted hat hurriedly chased after him.

passed.

Even with the help of superpowers like monkey clones, Knitted Hat almost lost track of the two strange doctors several times. He chased them for more than a dozen streets without anyone noticing, and finally followed them to where they lived.

, is a mediocre hotel located near a second-rate university.

Watching the two people enter the hotel, Knitted Hat waited for a while, pulled up the high collar, and hurried in, thinking about what to do next, at least not to hurt them casually...

——

"Why are you still staying here? What on earth does this person want to do?"

Jing Yang returned to the room and waited for a while but saw no movement. He couldn't help but ask questions.

What's the matter? Are you looking for death or a fight? Let's solve it quickly. My brother is still busy practicing!

After Xiaodi came back and read for a while, she entered the state of practice first. There was nothing much to say. She just started by "holding on" for two or three hours and then treated it as a warm-up.

After these days of practice, Xiaodi's total thoughts have exceeded 20,000 qi.

Judging from the total duration of "Jian", she has already passed the 5-hour threshold and is approaching the 6-hour mark.

When Jing Yang saw that the boy he was following did not move, he whistled to let the free-range rock birds keep an eye on him. He also tidied up, shook his loose trousers, twirled one foot, and calmly meditated on the floor.

The appearance is exactly the same as the simulated humanoid in the hexagon of the dead air panel.

The hexagons of the hexagon are 100% of the operation system, 99.1% of the release system, 98.9% of the strengthening system, 81.3% of the change system, 95% of the materialization system, and 100% of the trait system...

The villain has the Drinking Nian Sword lying across his legs, sitting upright in a hexagon. There are two lines of numbers on his chest. The upper line shows Jing Yang's current total amount of Nian: 29988; the lower line shows a number 5, which is exactly the same as the number 5.

The corresponding amount of gray air flowing around the villain represents the death energy currently stored in Jing Yang's death energy panel.

There are still 5 dead energy in stock.

With a thought in his mind, Jing Yang poured 4 of the 5 gray air streams into the hexagonal release system, strengthening system and change system respectively. The percentage figures in the three corners were beating, and in the blink of an eye, the release system and

The strengthening system will reach 100%!

In addition to directly adding 1 point, the Change Department also benefited from the improvement of the Strengthening and Release Department, which directly increased from 81.3% to 83.3%, and the Embodiment Department also increased from 95% to 96.4%...

Are these four 100%? Jing Yang murmured in his mind, was it a little too smooth?

As for the remaining death energy, Jing Yang devoted it to the practice of total thought, grinding it into his own energy bit by bit and turning it into his own use.

29988,29991……

30000,30003……

Time passed bit by bit, and Jing Yang's total energy number increased little by little. He naturally broke through the 30,000 energy mark, and finally jumped to the 9-hour state!

It feels so good to watch the total number of thoughts rising little by little...

Suddenly, Jing Yang felt the soft cry of a rock sparrow.

He thought for a while before he remembered, oh, it was the guy in the knitted hat who was following me.

The energy in his body fluctuated slightly and was quickly released.

If "hard" means to use "tangle" to restrain the energy when the "training" of releasing the energy is at its strongest, and maintain the peak offensive and defensive level, then if you completely give up the requirement for offensive and defensive abilities, and "

Practice the technique of releasing the Qi to all directions as much as possible, and stop it at the last moment when it is almost "dispersing", and then use "Tangle" to maintain it...

This is what is called "circle".

In a sense, "hard" is a circle as hard as steel that compresses the surface of the person who controls the mind ability, while "round" is a hard circle that is spread out and diluted to the point of mist, with no attack or defense power at all.

.

Jing Yang's "circle" spreads all over his body, with a radius of more than 20 meters, covering the entire hotel room.

After being swept by his "circle", Xiaodi who was practicing nearby also opened his eyes. Following Jingyang's line of sight, he saw a...monkey passing half of his body through the wall from outside the room door?

Huh? Half of the monkey's body was caught before it completely passed through the wall. He met the eyes of the two people in the room. It was a little surprised, but calmed down and raised his hand to stop the two people from exclamating.

He said: "Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions..."
To be continued...