Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 130 Healing Slight Injury
I just left this hospital in the morning, but now I am back.Zhang Cheng had to sigh with emotion at the changeable fate.

However, if you come here in the morning and get a better reception, then the situation will be different this time.Right now, a tall female nurse in a white nurse uniform and a mask stood in front of Zhang Cheng.Behind her are two hospital security guards.It must be explained that although they are security guards, they are actually no different from police officers.They were also armed with guns and batons.

"Sorry, non-patient family members are not allowed to enter the ICU area." The nurse said bluntly.

"Can't you have a boyfriend too?" asked the little girl next to her.

The nurse glanced at Zhang Cheng again, with a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. "Sorry, no."

"It looks like I can't get in." Zhang Cheng led the little girl to the door. "This is for you." He took out a small stack of cards from his pocket.

This is exactly "healing minor injuries".Although it is also a treatment, for other cards, it is a complete addition, or even a burden.After all, when you have ample, even inexhaustible "treat serious injuries" or "completely heal", you will not be interested in treating minor injuries.Because during the battle, everyone wants to heal the injury as soon as possible, and use one spell to restore one hundred points of health at once, instead of using one hundred spells to restore one point at a time.Whether it is a game or reality, this is a constant demand.

Zhang Cheng hadn't tried to use healing spells to heal others on Earth.It's okay to heal yourself, but if you instantly make a wounded person lying on an ICU bed jump alive...even an idiot will know something is wrong.

Especially in this city, Zhang Cheng had just performed a play called "The Great Wizard".

The little girl looked at the deck of cards in her hand.The size of the cards is similar to that of ordinary poker cards, and there are a lot of them, probably tens or hundreds of cards.The card is made of some kind of hard paper, with a strange pattern on the front, and what seems to be a claw in the middle of the pattern?The back of the card is blank, without patterns.Among the patterns and patterns on the front, quite complicated symbols are embellished.

Basically, the cards are like this, with only insignificant differences in patterns, symbols and patterns in the middle, which proves that this is not printed.

"What are these cards?" The little girl looked at them repeatedly for a long time.These cards look ordinary, but if you stare at the patterns and patterns on them for a little longer, you will feel uneasy for some reason.

"How to use this thing?"

"Destroy... tear it up when you stick it on your sister's body." Zhang Cheng replied after thinking for a while. "Near the wound."

Energy (spell) cards do not consume resources and can basically be used by individuals.Of course, the planeswalker is much more convenient to use, and can control the cards relatively freely.You can release the power at will with just a touch of your finger.And for other people to use, the easiest way is to destroy it and let the energy inside be released naturally.

These cards themselves are worthless, they are just pieces of cardboard, you can have as many as you want, no different from ordinary poker cards.

"That's it?" the little girl asked.

"If you think your sister's condition has improved a lot, then stop and ask the doctor for a review." Zhang Cheng said.

The little girl went in with some doubts.Wearing a plastic wristband representing the patient's family, she was not hindered when she entered the door.What must be said is only a vague uneasiness in my heart.These cards... what's going on?

It was calm in the ICU ward.The policewoman was dressed in a hospital gown and bandaged, lying unconscious on the hospital bed.All kinds of instruments and wires covered the hospital bed, and an unknown liquid medicine was being injected into her body through the vein along the needle tube.

No matter which angle it looks from, it looks like the injury is serious.The doctor also made it very clear that as long as she survived tonight, she would be fine.But to get through the night, she needs a miracle.

And their mother happened to be away.Maybe to eat or go to the bathroom.This is a great opportunity.

The little girl stuck a card on her sister's chest - the bullet pierced her lung.Even people without much medical knowledge understand that this injury is the most dangerous—tear it apart.There seemed to be a faint white light, but she wasn't sure if it was her imagination.But she soon discovered that the torn cards had turned into blank pages.The patterns, symbols, and patterns just now all disappeared, turning into an ordinary piece of cardboard.

Instead of throwing the broken piece of cardboard in the trash, she stashed it in her pocket just in case, and moved on to the next one.

In the nurse's station, the bell rang suddenly.This sound means that the patient's accompanying family members sensed that something was wrong and called the medical staff for help.Two nurses hurried towards the ward.

No one thought the ringtone would bring any good news.After all, the two nurses are professional medical staff, and they have fully understood the patient's injury before.So they know what that means.

"How is the electrocardiogram of the patient in bed XX?"

"The electrocardiogram just showed that everything is normal." The colleague replied. "I saw it 5 minutes ago, and all the vital signs are stable. The doctor said that the dangerous period should be in the middle of the night."

The two hurried into the ward while talking.The patient's body was writhing and even broke some equipment.Her family member, a teenage girl, stood by looking bewildered.She should have rang the bell just now.

"Ventilator!" A nurse immediately noticed the most critical thing.The patient suffered lung injuries and extensive bleeding.Although he underwent rescue surgery, he still had to rely on a ventilator.

"Ah, sneeze!" The patient sneezed violently, spewing out what seemed to be blood clots.

how is this possible? !A patient with serious chest and abdomen injuries actually had this reaction.The nurse was shocked.

"The nose is very itchy." The patient had already opened his eyes, and seeing the nurse's bewildered expression, he quickly explained why he had to take off the breathing mask. "I can't take it... Ah... sneeze!" Before he finished speaking, he sneezed again.

A few minutes later, the doctor on duty and others rushed to arrive, and a group of people pushed the hospital bed away to do various tests.

After another hour or so, they pushed her back again.As soon as she came back this time, the policewoman tried hard to take off her oxygen mask.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" A nurse tried to stop her.

"I know this stuff helps my breathing," Jennifer said. "But it makes my nose so itchy!"

"What state do you think you are in? I just helped you take out three bullets from your body today... two are in your lungs."

"Doctor," a nurse who just arrived pulled the doctor's white coat from behind. "The latest X-rays came out, and her tissue damage is far less severe than expected!"

"Damn it, that's a bullet!" The doctor took the film from the nurse and walked out of the ward.

"But there are differences between bullets and bullets." Another doctor also looked at the X-rays. "It's not serious."

In the early morning, the policewoman was sent to the general ward.And several colleagues came to visit early in the morning.

"Jennifer," a colleague jokingly said upon seeing the policewoman's appearance. "Yesterday the doctor said that it is difficult for you to see the sun today. It seems that today is a cloudy day."

"It's not just cloudy, it's also raining." The policewoman glanced out the window.She couldn't tell what was going on, but she didn't feel any pain from the wound.You can even do something as simple as sitting up straight.

"How was the situation yesterday?"

"I'll write a report when I get better." The policewoman recalled yesterday. "I didn't understand what was going on, I just called 'police' and the guys started shooting." Three bullets ended up hitting her. "Have you caught the guys who shot?"

"Catch an errand runner," the smile faded from the faces of the others. "Take something out of his mouth. It is said that the one who did it may be Philip?"

"Who is that? I've never heard of that name."

"Yes, he is not well-known on our side, but on the other side of the border, he is very famous. He is a professional killer and is said to be very powerful. Last year a reporter over there exposed a drug trade route. The police were protecting them, but they were killed anyway. It was this Philip who did it. It is said that the guy was a mercenary, and he was cruel. By the way, you are in good condition. You had an operation yesterday, and you can speak normally today. Your physical condition Really nothing to say."

"Well, it takes a positive attitude, a healthy diet, and regular exercise," Jennifer replied. "By the way, I also need an unreliable mother and sister."

"Speaking of which, why isn't your family here to accompany you?"

"My mother went to church, and it is said that she prayed to God all night." The policewoman dismissed her. "According to me, if God is alive, He shouldn't let those damn things come out of his mother's belly. As for my sister, what can you expect a 12-year-old girl to do? She doesn't even have her own family. Can't do homework."

"Look, your words are blasphemous, tsk tsk," Jennifer's good state made all colleagues feel relaxed. "By the way, God the old man already thinks you will be discharged from the hospital this week. The doctor said that you looked so bad yesterday mainly because of blood loss and fear."

"Ah, that's really great, but I still think it's because of the bullet in the body. As for the fear... I haven't seen it for a long time." Jennifer said. "Is there anything else you can tell me? How are the FBI guys?"

"They left and took everything there." Someone shrugged. "By the way, there are all kinds of rumors all over the city, and there is also a situation where the two gangs are fighting. By the way, this time you blocked the gun for the black side. Philip was originally looking for the big boss of the black side... By the way, black people in town have been looking for an Asian lately."

"Asian? Why?" Jennifer didn't know why she suddenly thought of Zhang Cheng.But her reason told her that this was an unreasonable prejudice.Although there are not many Asians in the city, there are more or less.Among other things, there are several Chinese restaurants.

"It is said that it was robbed." The colleague shrugged, expressing that this fact is rare. "It's not a big loss, but they feel they've lost face."

"Are you sure you're right? How did that Asian do it?" Even Jennifer became curious.

"It is said to be carrying a strange weapon, probably some kind of self-modified stun gun or something."

At this time, his mobile phone rang, and he picked it up and took a look.

"Stop talking, Jennifer, take a good rest and leave the hospital early," he said. "Children, something is coming." He said to several other young policemen. "The gang of blacks seems to have been killed three times in one go. It seems that both sides are desperate."

The figure of the colleague disappeared outside the door of the ward.Jennifer sighed and wanted to reach for her cell phone.The action tugs at the injury, causing a burst of pain.It wasn't serious, but it made her take a deep breath.

While she was taking a breath, she saw her sister walking in from the outside.Mary was wearing a full dress... Although under normal circumstances this could be interpreted as a little girl's smugness, she knew that her sister was never that kind of person.Not to mention the time and place.Not only that, she also noticed that Mary's expression was a little blank, or a little distracted.

"Why, our genius girl seems to be in trouble." She said.Given the horror the family has had in yesterday's shooting incident (though she scoffs at their reaction as just adding to the confusion, you can't expect all women to be as strong as she is), she decides to be gentle.

"I don't have any troubles." My sister raised her chin arrogantly. "I'm just working on very important things."

"What could be more important than your sister getting hurt?" she asked rhetorically.In exchange for this question, my sister rolled her eyes, as if she had been wronged.

"About the stock market," Mary replied finally. "I have developed a mathematical model and I am planning to try it. If it is correct, I should be able to obtain an annual return of 20.00%, and the risk is controllable."

The answer almost made her laugh out loud. "20.00%? It's really an astonishing number. Then genius girl, how do you do this? Even the big guys on Wall Street can't do it!" For some reason, when talking about money, she thought of her sister's new computer.This should already be the biggest achievement of this pretentious little girl, right?

"It's very simple. I can estimate the operation of several big funds through algorithms, and confirm their investment ideas through big data," the little girl replied. "Adjusted by the news published in the news, and finally got a very close strategy. This is an imaginative AI algorithm... And as long as I can determine what they are going to do, I can be one step ahead..."

"Wool for big money?" Even Jennifer, who knows nothing about computers, can understand what the little girl wants to do.Of course, she didn't think this algorithm could be realized.This is not only technical difficulty, but also financial difficulty.Because there is no doubt that this approach is also risky.Regardless of whether your mathematical model is correct or not, as long as the other party notices it, then you are finished.

In the financial market, there have been countless examples of big funds taking advantage of small funds by virtue of their strength.Sometimes, the correct decision may not necessarily result in victory, just because the opponent is stronger than you.

(End of this chapter)