Chapter 683 Magical Medicine
The doctor in the private clinic saw Jiang Feiran suddenly take out a metal tape measure, and looked at him inexplicably: "What are you using to measure?"

"Measure how long my wound is."

Jiang Feiran observed the condition of his wound calmly, and calmly measured the length of the wound with a tape measure, completely ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him, as if he didn't feel how strange his behavior was at this time.

Instead of asking him to measure the wound with a tape measure, Chen Xin asked him to pay attention to the healing of the wound. This was done on his own initiative.

But he wasn't sure if today's wound would look shorter than yesterday's wound, and taking a tape measure to measure it was just a precaution—he was also curious whether his physical recovery ability was far higher than that of ordinary people, Having lived with Chen Xin who likes to do research for a long time, he wants to make all the data more detailed.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the red and swollen wound that looked scary after suturing yesterday did not look so scary today, and the redness and swelling almost disappeared.

Judging from his previous experience of fighting with others and seeing others being injured, the wound seemed to heal well.

What the doctor in the clinic said made Jiang Feiran feel that the feeling just now should not be an illusion.

The doctor said: "How did you get this wound? It has been hurt for several days, right?"

Jiang Feiran thought for a while, and replied vaguely: "When I went out a few days ago, I met a robber on the road, and I was injured when I was fighting with him."

While lamenting the recent public security problems, the doctor changed Jiang Feiran's dressing and asked him to be careful not to let the wound get wet until the wound healed.

After changing the medicine and returning home, Jiang Feiran called Chen Xin and described his wound healing in detail.

"So, our healing ability has indeed improved." Chen Xin mused.

Jiang Feiran asked: "I suddenly had a strange idea."

"What strange idea?"

"If we don't have any accidents, shouldn't our life expectancy be longer than ordinary people?"

Chen Xin was taken aback, and hesitated for a long time: "I can't say that well."

She thought for a while, and then said: "It's better not to think about such questions with uncertain answers, just let fate."

Jiang Feiran hummed.

He was just thinking about it, and he added a premise.

In a person's life, it is not easy to grow old safely without accidents.

It's as if he only suffered a small injury on his arm this time, so it can be said that he is very lucky.

Like a tacit understanding, Chen Xin, who confirmed that Jiang Feiran was fine, began to settle accounts.

"Don't take the injury seriously just because the wound heals faster than ordinary people. It is very dangerous to chase the murderer with the wound. You'd better not do it next time."

Jiang Feiran: "...." Sure enough, he still didn't hide.

"I see."

"You really know?"

"I really know."

Jiang Feiran made a strong promise, but Chen Xin only believed [-]% of his promise.

However, Jiang Feiran's words reminded Chen Xin.

She began to think about taking out the medicine given by the system for research.

Even if she can't find anything famous in the research for a while, she can treat this research as a hobby. Maybe one day, by chance, there will be some surprising discoveries.

(End of this chapter)

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