Chapter Thirty-Five: Dragon Might

  Soon, Dr. Zhang Xiang, a stout man, walked in.

  "Leader, the treatment plan has been designed and I have instructed people to prepare the necessary medicine. This young brother's method has a 90% chance of completely removing the rotten flesh from your leg. As for the toxin that was ingested, we will first wait until the muscle rot is healed before slowly exploring treatment methods." Zhang Xiang spoke up, his voice not loud but his tone very convincing, as if he said it could be cured then it would definitely be cured.

  This is the momentum that a truly great doctor can have, the momentum that makes patients and their families completely convinced.

  Li Mengya heard this and suddenly sat down on the ground, her nose and tears still not wiped away, but a smile bloomed on her cheeks.

  The old man on the bed nodded slightly and said to Li Mengya, "Xiao Ya, take this young fellow to the shooting range. Don't come here for a while. When Grandpa's leg is better, he will go see you."

  Li Mengya also knew that her grandfather's identity was special. She nodded and got up, facing Song Jian: "Thank you, Song Jian."

  "No need to thank me, just don't forget your promise." Song Jian seemed as if he had only done a small favor.

  Li Mengya smiled and said, "Let's go back to the shooting range now. Oh no, I'll treat you to dinner first."

  Two people walked out of the ward.

  Pan Ren's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Song Jian didn't make any other demands, which left Pan Ren somewhat at a loss.

  After a 20-minute investigation, Pan Ren knew a lot about Song Jian's life. His parents were murdered, he was lured into taking drugs, and his family's huge wealth disappeared overnight. If it were someone else, carrying so much hatred and pressure, they would definitely make some requests after coming to the sanatorium and saving Lao Li.

  But Song Jian seemed to be unaware that the old man he had just rescued was a powerful figure, and he walked out with a calm expression.

  After some thought, Pan Ren spoke up and called out to Song Jian.

  "Song Jian." Pan Ren spoke up.

  Song Jian and Li Mengya stopped, Li Mengya said: "Grandfather Pan, do you have any other instructions? Don't worry, I won't let Song Jian tell anyone about what happened here."

  Pan Ren waved his hand and said: "Not this, huh, Song Jian, aren't you going to learn shooting? How can there be no gun for shooting? This gun is given to you."

  As he spoke, Pan Ren flicked out a small, almost transparent handgun from his hand.

  Song Jian stretched out his hand to catch it, and at this time, the color of the pistol had become almost the same as his skin tone.

  "Huh? Can it change color?" Song Jian was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Grandpa Pan, I don't have a gun license. If you give me a handgun, once I leave the shooting range, I won't be able to use it anyway. Who knows, once we leave this sanatorium, Officer Li might even detain me."

  Pan Ren smiled slightly, "This gun doesn't require a license, don't worry."

  Song Jian wanted to say something else, but Li Mengya had already opened her small mouth and quickly said: "Song Jian, hurry up and thank Grandpa Pan. Otherwise, if Grandpa Pan regrets it later, your loss will be great."

  Song Jian immediately said: "Thank you, Grandpa Pan."

  Then the two of them turned around and ran out of the sanatorium at the back, like a little thief who had stolen something.

  Pan Ren and Li Changjiang on the bed burst out laughing at the same time when they saw Song Jian and Li Mengya's movements.

  "It's great to be young." Li Changjiang let out a soft sigh.

  Pan Ren walked into the ward, "We're not old yet! Once your leg is healed, we'll go to the front line to fight again. The reputation of our Lionheart Special Forces can't be tarnished!"

  Li Changjiang smiled slightly, and the pain in his left leg seemed not to affect his mood.

  "Are you going to get that kid killed by giving him Long Wei? What's his background?" Li Changjiang asked.

  Pan Rendao: "A descendant of a pharmaceutical family, because of the aftermath of cancer gene medicine, his parents were both killed. Hehe, I thought today that taking revenge for this kid would make him very grateful to us. Unexpectedly, this little guy didn't agree with my proposal. Alas, I said, unexpectedly we've reached an old age and still owe a great favor, it seems that this young master won't let us repay it for the time being. Giving Long Wei to that little guy is also because I'm afraid he'll encounter danger again."

  Li Changjiang smiled slyly.

  At this time Zhang Xiang brought two nurses into the ward.

  "Director, I'm starting your treatment now..."

  Out of the sanatorium, Song Jian drove, Li Mengya sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the color-changing pistol.

  The pistol is only thirteen centimeters long, smaller than the palm of your hand, and weighs just over 600 grams, even with three rounds in the chamber. The caliber is standard 7.62mm, with a streamlined design that exudes a sense of speed.

  "It's really beautiful," Li Mengya gently stroked this color-changing dragon handgun, "and very practical."

  "Huh?" Song Jian found it somewhat strange, "But can this gun really be carried around on one's person?"

  Li Mengya patted the police badge on her shoulder and said, "I'm a cop, if I say it's okay, then it's okay." As she swung her arm, her chest shook slightly, making Song Jian's mouth feel dry.

  "Do you know the origin of this pistol?" Li Mengya knew that Song Jian didn't understand, so she continued to speak without waiting for him to open his mouth. "This pistol is called Longwei, it's a special product of the National Weapon Manufacturing Bureau, specifically used to reward combat heroes. The material applied on the surface of Longwei is the most advanced biomimetic material at present, color-changing liquid, which can change the color of the gun according to the external environment at any time. Of course, these are secondary, more importantly, the performance of this gun is absolutely world-class. Don't look at its small size and light weight, if special bullets are used, the effective range can reach 500 meters, even if ordinary 7.62mm ammunition is used, the effective range of this gun is over 100 meters, much farther than an ordinary pistol. An ordinary pistol has an effective range of only about 50 meters."

  "Such a powerful handgun? Then I can carry it with me at any time in the future?" Song Jian smiled.

  Li Mengya's palm gently stroked Long Wei again and said, "However, as a police officer, I have to remind you that although this handgun is no longer on the list of controlled firearms, if you recklessly harm people, it will be confiscated."

  Li Mengya suddenly laughed softly at this point, "It would be better if it could be confiscated, then I can keep it after confiscation."

  Song Jian silently looked at the big-breasted woman beside him.

  Chevrolet stopped in front of a mid-range restaurant, Li Mengya and Song Jian ate a meal together, then the two people walked shoulder to shoulder into the shooting range again.

  This time, Supervisor No. 3 became a mere decoration, as Li Mengya completely became Song Jian's shooting coach.

  "Shooting, the first step is to stand correctly, with feet in an eight-character shape, slightly wider than shoulders, upper body straight, left hand on waist, body facing target at 70-80 degrees, weight evenly distributed between both feet..."

  Li Mengya said as she circled around Song Jian, correcting his movements.

  "Pull your buttocks in a bit!"

  Li Mengya's hand slapped Song Jian's butt suddenly.

  Song Jian was stunned, and Li Mengya's face also turned red suddenly. She had just treated Song Jian as a newly enlisted female soldier for training, and this slap on the butt was completely an unconscious action.

  "I...I'm fine," Song Jian said, seeing Li Mengya not speaking for a long time, and had to remind her, but in his heart he was secretly sighing, this woman is too easy to blush, it's just a pat on the butt, what's the big deal.

  "Okay, hold that pose still. The most important things for shooting are eyesight, arm and breath. This dragon gun you're using is light in weight and easy to control the recoil, so I suggest you practice single-handed shooting from the beginning. Okay, overall, it's about seeing with your eyes, pointing with the barrel, breathing smoothly, when you feel the handgun and yourself becoming one, then call me."

  Li Mengya hastily finished speaking and left Song Jian, standing aside with a red face and ears.

  Song Jian had already entered a state, he carefully comprehended Li Mengya's words, although it was the first time holding a gun and aiming, but strangely, Song Jian quickly had that kind of unity between man and gun.

  "Could it be because I practiced archery before? Hmm, it must be so. If we analyze it carefully, although there are many differences between archery and shooting a gun, they are essentially the same - both require unity of man and bow/gun. The only difference is that the difficulty of archery far surpasses that of handguns."

  Song Jian's mind cleared up this section, his right hand gun felt even more stable, as if holding that gun, he could make the bullet instantly penetrate the target heart twenty-five meters away.

  In fact, it's not just because Song Jian had practiced horseback riding and archery before, but more importantly, after taking the Washing Marrow Pill, Song Jian's hearing, arm strength, and body coordination have all been greatly enhanced. And the accuracy of shooting is closely related to the shooter's eyesight, arm strength, and body coordination.

  Li Mengya sat at the edge of the table, the red glow on her face gradually fading away. She observed Song Jian's movements and suddenly let out a "huh?"

  "How is this possible? You've developed a sense of gun feel so quickly?" Li Mengya looked at Song Jian's smooth movements in surprise, as his arm and the Dragon Might on his right hand trembled with each breath, but the direction of the barrel remained steadily aimed at the center of the distant target.

  Li Mengya stood up and walked towards Song Jian step by step.

  Song Jian turned his head, looked at Li Mengya, and smiled: "Is it this feeling? You coach are really great, I now feel that as long as I pull the trigger, I can hit the red heart of the distant target."

  Li Mengya raised an eyebrow and said, "It's because you're naturally talented. No, this is definitely not just a matter of talent, Song Jian, you must have been handling guns for more than one day."

  Song Jiandao said: "The gun is used for the first time, but I have practiced archery before. Hmm, my archery skills are quite good, could it be related to that?"

  Li Mengya nodded suddenly, saying: "I see. Alright, you've got a good feel for the gun already. In less than a month, you'll definitely become an excellent shooter. Now, let me explain some other basic problems to you."