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At that moment, netizens seemed to empathize with Cen Wen's tragedy and solemnity.

All her comrades were gone, and she was left alone. She didn't mention her past great achievements, she just kept a low profile as a therapist and continued to contribute to society.

So inspiring.

Cen Wen was completely unaware of the latest excitement on the Internet. She was busy eating and doing homework when she got home.

Although I have taken two days off and will not attend classes, my homework cannot be waived.

She had to take too many theoretical classes, and the classes were taught by well-known professors in the industry. She was assigned piles of homework. In addition, almost every class required a 2,000-word essay a week.

Add it all up and spread it out evenly over each day of the week, and you’re basically buried in homework every day.

Cen Wen performed exceptionally well today and wrote two short papers in one night. He turned off his computer with satisfaction, took a shower and went to bed.

Early the next morning, Cen Wen arrived at the gate of the nursing home yesterday on time. This time there was someone waiting at the door, and they opened the door manually to welcome her in.

The two of them walked slowly towards the lawn square at a walking pace.

Before he reached the halfway point, he was spotted by hospital staff and patients' family members coming and going, and they gathered around him to greet him enthusiastically.

The agreed treatment time was 8:30 in the morning. It was not yet 8:00 when Cen Wen arrived, and the lawn was bustling with people.

Whether it was a push bed or a wheelchair, the disabled soldiers who had arrived occupied almost two-thirds of the huge lawn. The care robot that had been inseparable after delivering them left, making room for those who were behind it. People coming.

"Master Cen, good morning."

The dean who was supervising the command at the other end of the lawn, the proctor of the Therapists Association, and others came over to say hello.

"Hello, Dean."

The two parties shook hands in a friendly manner and chatted easily while watching the grass slowly fill up.

There are guard robots at regular intervals around the lawn to compare faces and sign in. The deans and their wristbands can see the list in real time, including how many people are left and who is not in place.

Just after a quarter past eight, more than 400 patients all arrived, and no one was absent.

The outside of the lawn was crowded with family members who came in advance, all wanting to see the miracle for the first time.

Cen Wen didn't waste any time. She walked into the lawn and stood in the center.

All around her were severely disabled soldiers who could only lie on the bed and could only move their eyes. Their souls were trapped in their bodies. Although their limbs were intact, they could not do anything.

Overhead, thirteen high-definition unmanned cameras were adjusted at fixed angles to clearly capture the entire lawn and surrounding environment.

The small rattan tried to break away from Cen Wen's wrist quietly and fell into the thick grass.

Then, the soil one meter away around the lawn violently churned up, and thick roots protruded from the ground. Amid the exclamations of the family members, they connected with each other to form a strong fence.

The fence is two meters high to prevent emotional family members from rushing into the treatment area.

The hospital also arranged for guards and medical emergency robots to provide the second and third levels of protection.

The fence formed by the roots of the alien plant can still be climbed up, and there are many people with supernatural powers in the family. Once they get excited, it's really hard to say.

Guard robots guard against this.

The medical emergency robot is used in case a family member gets too excited and faints on the spot.

Everything was ready, and Cen Wen's treatment began.

She stood still, with the power all over her body stirring. People outside the fence looked in through the small holes in the fence. They could not see any changes in the patient for the time being, but they could clearly see the lawn fluctuating with the power. Constantly rising and falling.

The superpower agitated faster and faster, forming a small tornado, drawing circles around Cen Wen's body.

Every time you draw a circle, brush the severely disabled soldiers in the center of the circle.

With each brushing, their stiff bodies improved slightly.

After turning around for more than ten times, the expressions of these soldiers became more vivid. They could raise their eyebrows and create wrinkles on their foreheads, or smile at the corners of their mouths.

When Cen Wen saw that they were improving, he amplified the supernatural tornado and swept it towards the second circle.

At the same time, what is in the center of the circle is still within the treatment range.

In this way, it expanded outwards in circles, and the severely disabled soldiers in the first circle close to Cen Wen were always treated.

After raising them for several months, they finally managed to make their bodies white and fat, and they lost weight visibly, but their necks could move and they could even lift their necks to look left and right.

The people watching through the fence were so excited when they saw their changes that they couldn't even speak a complete sentence and just kept yelling.

Especially the families of these soldiers lay on the fence and howled.

The medical emergency robot detected that they were too excited and immediately gathered around them. Without saying a word, they put a breathing mask on their face and gave them a little sedative.

Even the dean and a few older people called in medical robots to give themselves oxygen to calm themselves down.

"They're all going to be okay, right?"

"Yes, everything will be fine."

"When that new hospital is built, all the disabled soldiers will be fine."

Cen Wen, who had returned to her prime, had first-class battery life. Starting at 8:30, the supernatural tornado continued to steadily increase its power in circles. A full four hours later, at 12:30 noon, she was still not exhausted.

The circle of severely disabled soldiers in the center of the circle could not only crane their necks and look left and right, some could hold their chests up for a few seconds, some could raise their arms halfway, and some could do basic opening and closing movements with their fingers.

And they all opened their mouths and spoke vigorously. They had not spoken for a long time and their throats were hoarse, but even this humming sound was pleasant to the ears after a long time.

In short, the upper body has regained some mobility.

But people are also very thin.

Cen Wen controlled the supernatural tornado to stop brushing against them, leaving some of the meat he had managed to cultivate for them. If the treatment continued, they would turn into humanoid skeletons with human skin.

Today's supernatural tornadoes have expanded to the point where they are visible to the naked eye, just like natural tornadoes, but the range of movement is only within the fence.

In the circle closest to the fence, when the supernatural tornado passes over again and again, everyone leaning on the fence can also get some benefits and some treatment. If there is anything uncomfortable on the body, after sweeping it once, I will feel a lightness on my body, and it will feel much better. .

At this moment, the entire sanatorium was in motion. Staff at various positions received orders from the director and rushed to treat him.

Many people who suffered from occupational diseases due to work, lay down outside the fence and brushed their hands a few times, and they felt as light as a swallow, and those troublesome illnesses were swept away.

Occupational diseases cannot be eradicated. Unless they change careers, it will be a few years before they become ill again due to overwork. Master Cen's new hospital will definitely be built by then, and he will be treated again.

Everyone wants to be happy.