Dragon God

Ye Fann looked around and did not answer his question.    

Luh Jianjun's heart skipped a beat. Ye Fann's attitude clearly showed that there was a problem.    

"To my office."    

Luh Jianjun could not wait to drag Ye Fann to his office.    

When he thought about how so many outstanding young men had retired every year due to internal injuries, even losing their lives, his heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife.    

"Hurry up and tell me."    

After closing the door, Luh Jianjun asked impatiently.    

"The problem with hidden injuries isn't finding out, but how to treat them." Ye Fann organized his thoughts and then continued, "None of you can learn my method."    

Luh Jianjun's face instantly turned gloomy. No one can learn it, are you here to make fun of me?    

"Don't worry."    

Ye Fann's words stopped Luh Jianjun from getting angry. "Although you can't learn my way, it doesn't mean that you can't learn anything else. The effect is not as good as my own. At least it's much better than what you guys have now."    

Actually, after agreeing to Luh Jianjun's invitation, Ye Fann had been thinking about what exactly he wanted to teach them. After thinking about it, the Chinese army did not lack all sorts of battle tactics, secret techniques and training methods.    

In actuality, the army was much stronger than him in these aspects.    

Even though his Mind Expanse had reached 20%, making him look inhuman, his intelligence could not even compare to that of a group.    

Since there was no need for him to point fingers at these areas, he could only look for another way.    

On one hand, it was because the members of the Divine Dragon Army were very strong, and on the other hand, it was because of his command. After developing the neural field, he gained an intuition, like a biological radar, that allowed it to avoid minefields at critical moments.    

Aside from these aspects, there was one other thing that needed to be taken seriously.    

That was the state.    

Status of the team member.    

In a guild, as long as one person was not in the right condition, they would most likely face a calamity.    

However, when the Divine Dragon Mercenary Group was first on a mission, everyone's condition would be maintained at one hundred percent.    

It was like a machine. Every part was brand-new, so naturally, there wouldn't be any mistakes. The probability of completing the mission was much higher than 70% to 80%.    

When a team was performing a quest, the biggest killer who caused a problem for the team members was a hidden wound.    

A member of a special forces unit that was usually lively and energetic, with internal injuries accumulated within his body, you had no idea what would happen. If an internal injury were to erupt while on a mission, the consequences could be imagined.    

So, after thinking about it, Ye Fann decided to hand over the way to treat his hidden injuries.    

After cultivating the Nameless Fist Art to this point, he could basically look inside himself. He could clearly see with his eyes what part of his body was suffering from internal injuries. For a long time, he spent all his time experimenting on what herbs could heal internal injuries, and finally formed a prescription.    

He was named as … Big Nourishing Soup.    

Basically, a hidden wound was not an illness.    

"Great Nourishment Soup?" Luh Jianjun's contemptuous glance at Ye Fann was not because he despised Ye Fann's prescription, but the ability of Ye Fann to give a name.    

The medicine for treating scars had yet to have a suitable name. It could clearly treat internal injuries and was an extremely important prescription for anyone. To think that there would actually be such a vulgar name as Great Nourishment Soup.    

"The soup can cure 90% of internal injuries. As long as you continue to use it, you can basically avoid internal injuries before the age of 40. However, for some stubborn internal injuries, the effect is not as good." As for Luh Jianjun's contempt for his naming ability, he didn't care about it at all.    

For example, as long as the effects were good, there would be plenty of people who would buy a bottle of oily ointment.    

"This soup, you prepare …" Luh Jianjun was also not at a loss about the name "Great Nourishment Soup". Instead, he was concerned about what kind of price it would cost to get it.    

Ye Fann shook his head, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over to Luh Jianjun.    

Luh Jianjun received it with a confused expression. When he saw that the prescription for the soup was written on the crumpled paper in his hand, the corner of his mouth started to twitch.    

It is a priceless medicinal formula after all. Yet, you still passed it over on this piece of paper with a look of indifference. Do I have a low vision or do you think that you are a treasure even if you don't want to, or do you have a big heart?    

Thinking about the advanced algorithm left behind by Ye Fann during the attack on the airport, Luh Jianjun suddenly felt depressed.    

Ye Fann probably didn't take any of these things seriously.    

Luh Jianjun's guess was right. Ye Fann didn't really take these things seriously. In the past eight years, he had researched a lot of things. Whether it was the soup or the algorithm from before, they had all been eliminated four to five years ago.    

However, there were many things that he didn't want to take out right now.    

After solemnly putting away the prescription, Luh Jianjun looked at Ye Fann and said seriously, "Thank you. Once the effect of the prescription is proven, the military will not owe you anything!"    

"Whatever." Ye Fann said without care.    

Right now, what money and power was already unable to shake his heart.    

Luh Jianjun patted Ye Fann's shoulder meaningfully and said in a low voice, "Once the effect of the prescription is proven, our military will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. It's not impossible for you to support me in certain aspects. You better not say that you're not in trouble."    

When Ye Fann heard this, his brows slightly creased, especially after seeing Luh Jianjun's unfathomable smile.    

The military might in the country may seem insignificant, but in reality …    

Since Luh Jianjun said so now, at some point in the future, they might not hesitate to stand on his side.    

"Thank you." When Ye Fann thought of this, he cupped his fist towards Luh Jianjun.    

Luh Jianjun nodded in satisfaction. There were some words that didn't need to be said. As long as it reached the target, it would be fine.    

"If you have nothing else, then you can leave." Then, Luh Jianjun started to kick them out.    

He couldn't wait to try out the effects of the soup, so he naturally wouldn't let Ye Fann waste his time.    

Ye Fann pointed his middle finger at Luh Jianjun. Knowing what Luh Jianjun wanted to do, Ye Fann left the training base immediately.    

Luh Jianjun believed that he won't trouble himself until the specific effects of the prescription come out. As for the training special forces that were previously discussed, Luh Jianjun will understand that his mission has been completed once the effects of the prescription come out.    

The effect of the soup was not limited to just healing internal injuries. Some warriors who could reach the level of Weapons Specialist and were unable to continue training with internal injuries would be able to reach the level of a Weapons Specialist with the help of the soup.    

In the future, the Chinese military will produce at least a triple-digit number of Bladestorm soldiers. If they fight alone, then China will become the king.