Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 43 Reaction Muscles
After seeing off his father, Ivan's expression became indifferent again.

He watched as the last straw man left on the field escaped from the scabbard with lightning speed.

Then he swung it left and right a few times, and the straw man's chest and abdomen were split into several deep cuts.

Bang—a silver half moon flashed by.

The straw man became dilapidated like other grass, the section of the inner lining was broken into several neat pieces, and even the straw near the wound of the straw man was turned into fine pieces as if it had been hit by a huge force. The wind blows to an unknown place.

Ivan is not practicing swordsmanship.

He's just getting used to his newfound powers.

【Reaction muscle】

The name is a little less than perfect.

Maybe I was too anxious in the previous research, so I hurriedly defined a noun for it.

[Reaction muscle] actually conforms to the general laws of physics, and it mainly violates the common sense of biology.

One of the basic characteristics of the animal body is that it can move. The muscles at the joints and limbs enable the animal body to perform various actions through its own contractile properties.

Low-level protozoa have only an extremely simple protoplasmic movement.

Generally speaking, there is not much difference in the contraction force of the muscle fibers themselves, but they are divided into sarcoplasmic, fast-twitch fibers, and slow-twitch fibers according to their internal structures—thanks to the fact that they have been exercising for a while before crossing, plus the previous solution With the experience of planing, Ivan still understands this aspect.

[Reaction muscle] is different from ordinary muscle fibers, its contraction strength is at least [-] times that of ordinary muscles.

As long as the [reaction muscle] is transplanted, a person can theoretically lift a weight of 1.5 tons.

Too much power has side effects.

Ivan clenched his fist with all his strength, and the sound of the overwhelmed bones was transmitted from his left arm to his ears. The tooth-piercing creaking sound made him grin, and immediately let go of his hand.

Because the contraction ability is too strong.

The bones and tendons can't stand it.

At present, only [-]% of the [reaction force muscles] can be transplanted.

The arm strength is about 200 kg.

And a very important point is that [reaction muscles] are not controlled by nerves.

Ordinary people have no way to freely swing his transplanted [reaction muscle] arm through the central nervous system.

Only the occasional throb of the soul would cause this special muscle to run uncontrollably, as if Lisa accidentally knocked over the plate.

Of course, her 【Reaction Force Muscle】has too little content.

It has no practical meaning.

Originally, Ivan used [Soul Juice] to split the soul of his left arm. The side effect was that he could no longer control the limbs of his left arm.

Logically speaking, side effects are irreversible.

Ivan is ready for routine operations with only one hand left.

But he suddenly thought that since ordinary arms can no longer be controlled by nerves, it is better to change to a more sensitive operating system, and [reaction muscle] is a part that can only be affected by the soul.

He cultivated his own [reaction force muscles], and then sewed the cultivated [reaction force muscles] directly to the place he wanted to strengthen.

Generally speaking, there will be no rejection. If there is rejection, you can also forcefully adapt to it with [Meat Zhi Ling Powder].

If the amount of [Reaction Force Muscle] is not enough, you can also feed it with [Meat Zhi Ling Powder].

As long as you get used to it, the new left arm directly controlled by the [Wizard's Hand] is more flexible than the previous arm.

Ivan licked his lips: "Just one part of the left arm can have such power, I really can't imagine that if I cut off my right arm, left leg, and right leg at the same time, then I will have four parts at the same time [Wizard] hand], four joints with [reaction muscles].”

"In this era of underdeveloped technology, it is not a fault to call yourself a god if you can still live to the death."

He laughed for a while, then left the place.

In the afternoon, the clinic reopened.

Patients who had been waiting for many days flocked in, and there was a person who surprised me a little.

"Miss Jasmine, what are you doing here?"

The brown-haired Miss Jasmine was wearing a purple scarf like a patchouli, swaying monotonously on the slender green stems.

Ivan was a little impatient. If it wasn't for little Henry and Lisa who were asking a doctor, he wouldn't have met someone who had nothing to do with him.

The clinic rented two rooms.

There are many places.

More patients were rescued.

Seeing that Young Master Ivan didn't seem to be familiar with himself at all, no matter how courageous Jasmine had been, she was as silent as a broken sailboat, not to mention that she was originally instigated by another woman.

Maybe because I couldn't stand it anymore, another woman helped to speak.

"Master Ivan, Jasmine's idea is actually very simple. She knows that you are recruiting nurses, and she feels that her qualifications are very suitable, so she wants to come and apply for the nurse you need."

Miss Jasmine nodded quickly: "Yes, I can."

Ivan's plans for a large hospital are already a work in progress.

An increase in the healthcare workforce is a top priority.

The problem is that Ivan's conditions are not suitable. Girls who can read in this era generally don't go to the clinic to show their faces.

Not to mention seeing many frightening bloody scenes in the operating room.

With just Miss Jasmine's small physique, he didn't think the other party could adapt.

Also, this girl has special feelings for her.

This is something a fool can understand.

would make things very complicated.

From the bottom of my heart, Ivan could try his best to ravage the prostitutes in the Bois de Boulogne mansion, but he couldn't instigate Miss Jasmine to do things maliciously.

Because whores are preachers who see reality—except that giving is another way.

Ivan didn't want Jasmine to work in his clinic.

But he couldn't refuse so clearly.

Because this would let people know that he had sensed the emotion in Jasmine's heart, and was still afraid that this emotion would become a reality.

Ivan raised the hair on his forehead with his fingers and deliberately did not look at the little girl, but looked at another woman who accompanied her to beat her.

The woman's eyes are fiery, like the setting sun at the time of forgetting to return.

"You don't look like a native." Ivan sat up.

"Did my accent let you see the flaws?"

"That's not the case, but as far as I know, Francis's culture cannot produce a bold and beautiful woman like you."

Generally speaking, the beauties of Francis are dignified and elegant, but the foreign girl in front of him is obviously full of enthusiasm and romance.

The skin was smooth, but a little bronzed.

The eyes are big and beautiful, but they are always looking away.

Lips are defined, yet slightly thick.

All the faults may be bad in other people, but they are very good in this woman.

"I'm a Bohemian, and I happened to meet this little girl on the road."

Ivan spread his hands and said: "It's very interesting, but it has nothing to do with me."

"Are you recruiting a nurse? I dare say there is no more suitable candidate than her, unless you feel that there is something hindering you that makes you have to reject Jasmine."

The woman's words are very clever.

The sarcasm went straight to the heart, but it was not annoying.

"Hehe, nothing can stop me."

Ivan stood up and crushed a ceramic cup into pieces in front of them.

After seeing the woman's expression change drastically, he returned to his calm look.

"Tell me about your background."

She seemed to have finally reacquainted with the man in front of her, her complexion kept changing, and finally unable to bear the pressure, she took out a well-crafted letter from her waist.

The ink doesn't smell bad, and it doesn't bleed elsewhere.

The font is vigorous and powerful, the distance between letters is very regular, and the red sign is still hanging at the end of the letter.

They are gangsters.

　The bohemian woman has appeared before, can you guess who she is?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)