In the afternoon of the same day, Wang Yao was sent to the operating room. A group of people performed the surgery on him were more people, most of whom were scientists in genetic engineering, and there were many doctors in the National Thousand Talents Program.

The surgery to recover the broken limb is not a difficult task for an organization like ofTum that possesses black technology. The only headache is that the genes of those who are capable of Wang Yao are strictly different from those of normal humans. They cannot be treated with the means of treating ordinary people.

However, with these experts, the surgery process is safe and safe. Moreover, it is much easier than the left hand and the right wrist. Just correct it, and the rest will be given to Wang Yao's perverted recovery ability.

More than three hours had passed after Wang Yao was pushed out of the operating room.

...

Half an hour later, the anesthetic dose disappeared and Wang Yao woke up. His first feeling was that the itch at the broken finger was unbearable. It was like countless ants biting the wound.

After experiencing the battle of Silent Hill, the trial between life and death has greatly increased Wang Yao's nature. Therefore, he only needs to hold on to this kind of hardship.

Zhang Qing sat aside for his little apple while telling him some news from the laboratory.

The first is the increase in strength, and the physical fitness is six times that of normal people.

This improvement speed is not slow. But if you only talk about strength, it is still slightly inferior to other abilities.

After all, your own strength is reflected in the overall aspect. If you use metaphor, the attributes of other abilities are speed, defense, attack, and avoiding, and there are countless branches to go together.

The Licking T virus that has been assimilated by oneself is undoubtedly developing in balance. The toxicity, recovery, and speed attack defense are balanced.

To put it nicely, it is faster than attackers, higher than endurance-type abilities, and better endurance than speed-type abilities.

To put it bluntly: it cannot beat the attack type, it cannot run the speed type, and it cannot resist the endurance type.

In this way, the type of other abilities is written by Wang Yao. He doesn't know how to collectively refer to these abilities, so he simply used a more civilian description.

"So my type is considered an all-rounder, right?" Wang Yao muttered, sat aside and looked at him with a strange look.

"What?"

"It's okay," Wang Yao replied casually. "I thought it would be great if the medical facilities could be like the ones in science fiction movies. Not to mention fingers, the whole arm could grow out overnight."

Zhang Qing handed the peeled apple to Wang Yao's mouth.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Zhang Qingluo's generous look, he laughed at himself. The girl was not embarrassed, so she was so embarrassed.

He took a big bite of the apple with a smile, and Wang Yao said vaguely: "How spicy is Zhao Qiong so swollen, can't you see it?"

"Eat your apples, and pick up any pot without opening." Zhang Qing gave him a blank look. She was a little surprised at Wang Yao's change in mentality.

"I'm a wounded now." Wang Yao spread his hands, swallowed the apple, then raised his head and opened his mouth wide: "Ah~"

Considering that he needed to go to the operating room for repair every day, Wang Yao simply lived in the ward. Anyway, Zhang Qing was cooking in life. I have to say that Zhang Qing did everything perfectly and was perfect.

Men have a common problem called being self-indulgent. To what extent? If a girl smiles at her on the road, she will have the illusion of "she is interested in me!". When Wang Yao knew that Zhang Qing would not be able to do this at all as a helper of the other 236 individuals, she also had this illusion. However, it was soon dispelled.

Not to mention anything else, Zhang Qing understands oftum236 more to some extent than herself. Who would like someone who would die at any time?

Yes, who could guess that I actually like someone who will die at any time? Zhang Qing sighed lightly, and a trace of loneliness flashed through her beautiful black eyes, and then she returned to normal, with the corners of her mouth raised, and happily stuffed the apple into Wang Yao's mouth.

This happened in the next few days. On the seventh day, there was a small episode. When reporting the individual identity in Silent Hill to Zhang Qing, he remembered the novel called Infinite Horror mentioned by a high school student, so he looked for it.

After spending a day watching it, I felt a lot of emotion. The biggest feeling is that a man named Chu Xuan, who is very similar to Chu Xuan, even his name is the same.

After seeing Zhang Qing, he asked, "Are there any blood clan abilities among those who are capable?"

"Is it a vampire... Why do you think of asking this?"

"I think this friend should learn internal skills again, and maybe he can create a world of prehistoric and pioneering things."

Three weeks later

Huilongguan Mental Hospital

Wang Yao walked on the path in the front yard garden, in his sleeve, fiddled with a recorder with his left hand. The four light-skinned and fair and delicate fingers were the only proof that it had disappeared.

In another ten days, the complexion of the skin will become the same as that of the palm of your hand. Then you will never see the difference.

Since it has been restored, Wang Yao naturally came here as soon as possible to carry out the tasks arranged by He Ying.

When you revisit the old place, you can still see patients in blue and white clothes, strolling in the garden or sitting on benches. The warm wind blows the weeping willows. Wang Yao lowers his head slightly to avoid the hanging willow branches. In this environment, the haze in his heart is almost blown away by the wind.

When he arrived here, Wang Yao didn't seem so anxious. Instead, he found an unmanned bench to sit down. The sun shone through the willows and spots were shining.

The pen in his hand stopped, Wang Yao turned his head and looked at the patient who had just sat aside.

"Fang Wenbiao?" Wang Yao raised his eyebrows and recognized him.

Fang Wenbiao ignored him and looked unfathomable. Seeing this, Wang Yao simply said nothing. He raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes to look at the sun behind the weeping willows.

The light spots were stamped on Wang Yao's handsome face, which seemed a bit artistic at this moment.

"Well, according to the plot, you should talk to me at this time." A voice broke the mood in the slanting ground.

"How do you talk?" Wang Yao turned his head to look at him with a bit lazy.

"Why do you want to go to a mental hospital?"

Wang Yao imitated his tone: "Why do you want to go to a mental hospital?"

Fang Wenbiao sneered, with an unfathomable face on his face, but he was dressed in a blue and white sick suit, which was so funny no matter how he looked.

"This starts five years ago..."

"Are you going to talk about it from five years ago to now?"

"You shouldn't speak here in the script!"

"Okay OK."

"Five years ago, I woke up my memory as an author."

"It's so amazing." Wang Yao casually yawned, and was warmed by the sun, feeling a little tired. So what Fang Wenbiao said next, but Wang Yao didn't listen at all.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

A smile like a broken voice woke Wang Yao up. He went to see Fang Wenbiao in shock, wondering what he was going crazy.

"I realized at this moment that he is not the person in this book! He is also a higher dimension like me!"

"Wait, why is he not an ordinary person?" Wang Yao asked, who didn't hear the preface and didn't understand the cause and effect.

"Does ordinary people laugh thirty times? It's obvious that they are making up the word count!"

"I was speechless when I said it so well."

"He is willing to help me get the word count, so I naturally have to be hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Since you've made up the number of words, why are you only thirty tones?"

"Will readers not scold fools when they see it? You have to know the truth that you can stop it!" Fang Wenbiao looked disappointed.

"What's next."

"You know, if you fill up the word count too much, readers will be unhappy. So the next step is to simply skim. As for how he is now, I don't know. I guess it's in another corner of this book..."

"Okay, I've finished talking about the first year, and the next year. At that time, my pseudonym Wang Meng was a clerk to a young man named Wu Xie in an antique shop. He often disappeared, so I will naturally deal with the store... Huh? Where is the people? Where is the people?"
Chapter completed!