"You want to go with me?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Botao's eyes. He glanced at his roommate deeply. He had just entered school and was not familiar with each other.

"Yeah, let's go."

Ye Feng nodded. He had nothing to prepare. He stood at the door of the dormitory, waiting for Mo Botao to come out.

“Uh… OK…”

Mo Botao was extremely panicked now. Ye Feng was willing to accompany him so that his heart felt warm.

Five minutes later.

Ye Feng and Mo Botao stopped a taxi and rushed towards Jianghai Second Hospital.

Mo Botao sat in the passenger seat, his face gradually pale, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

Bang!

Suddenly, a hand slapped Mo Botao on the shoulder.

“Relax, nothing will happen.”

A stream of true energy from Ye Feng's hand was injected into Mo Botao's body, soothing Mo Botao's panicked and frightened heart.

"OK."

Mo Botao responded, and he felt Ye Feng's hands warm, like a warm baby.

The warm palm seemed to make him drink a cup of hot water, and the warm current flowed through his whole body. He suddenly felt anxious and afraid and calmed down.

Ten minutes later, turn and stop the car.

Jianghai Second Hospital has arrived.

After Mo Botao paid the money, he immediately walked towards the hospital. Ye Feng followed him and the two arrived at the 17th floor.

"Which ward is Mo Shuai in?"

Mo Botao walked to the nurse's station and asked a young nurse.

"Mo Shuai..." The young nurse was stunned for a moment, checked the computer in front of her, and then pointed to Ward No. 3 next to her, "It's in Ward No. 3."

"Thanks!"

Mo Botao thanked him and hurriedly walked towards Ward No. 3. When he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment.

Strengthen nursing ward for critical care.

Mo Botao was stunned for a moment, and saw the English letters below, confirming that this was the legendary intensive care unit.

Suddenly, his mood became extremely heavy.

When I opened the door, I saw his father Mo Shuai and various instruments on him in the innermost bed.

"Dad...what's wrong with you!"

Mo Botao was anxious and panicked and occupied the high ground again. He lay on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Mo Shuai's hand that was still receiving injections. His tears were like a flood that broke into a dam and was out of control.

Since Ye Feng got off the car, he followed Mo Botao silently without saying a word.

"Who are Mo Shuai's family members? Come and settle the fees with me!" said the nurse waiting beside Mo Shuai.

"How is my dad?" Mo Botao immediately stood up and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"The patient had just undergone an emergency surgery. The situation is still unstable and is still in a coma and is not completely out of danger." The nurse's words made Mo Botao feel even heavier.

Slap!

At this time, Ye Feng patted Mo Botao's shoulder twice in a row, and two warm currents poured into Mo Botao's body without any trace.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Ye Feng's voice was faint, without any emotional fluctuations, but it seemed to be filled with infinite power in Mo Botao's ears.

"Um!"

Mo Botao took a deep breath, calmed down for some reason, and walked out with the nurse.

After the two went out, only Ye Feng and the unconscious Mo Shuai were left in the intensive care unit.

Ye Feng didn't know how to look at those sophisticated instruments, but with his cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he already felt that Mo Shuai's life aura gradually weakened.

"Mo Shuai, you are the father of my roommate. Meeting is fate. I will save your life. As for what will happen in the future, it depends on your own luck!"

Ye Feng took a step forward and walked to Mo Shuai's bedside. He pinched his thumb and index finger together with his right hand, and a transparent qi needle appeared on his fingertips.

If anyone else saw this scene, he would be so surprised that he opened his mouth wide, unable to believe his eyes, and then exclaimed, "Surreality!"

Ye Feng pinched the air needle and stabbed Mo Shuai's chest.

The Qi needle seemed to have magic power. After several consecutive needles, Mo Shuai's aura gradually stabilized, and his pale face recovered a lot.

"The inner abdomen was hit."

Ye Feng immediately discovered Mo Shuai's fatal injury, suddenly put away the air needle, and a palm was printed on Mo Shuai's chest. A powerful hot energy flowed into Mo Shuai's body like a surging river, warming up the damaged injury.

Three minutes later.

Ye Feng withdrew his palm and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The true energy he used just now made him feel a little tired.

"Your fatal injury is fine, leave the rest to the doctor."

Ye Feng did not completely cure Mo Shuai directly. For him, it was already very generous to spend his true energy to save Mo Shuai's life.

...

Jianghai Second Hospital, 17th Floor, Ward No. 4, ICU.

With a creaking sound, the door opened.

Wang Zhen, who was full of vicissitudes of life, walked out, leaned against the wall of the corridor, sighed lightly, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and felt extremely bitter in his heart.

"Brother Wang, don't smoke! This is the ICU ward area!" At this time, a doctor in a white coat happened to pass by and hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.

"Sorry!" Wang Zhen smiled bitterly, immediately extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, then looked at him and asked, "Doctor Zhao, is our old man really helpless? If you think of a solution, it's okay!"

"Oh..." Doctor Zhao sighed, his eyes were a little weak, and he shook his head helplessly, "Old Wang's heart and lung function was not very good at first, and now he has a sudden cerebral infarction. The current situation is not very optimistic. We will do our best! However, Brother Wang, you must be mentally prepared!"

"I understand." Wang Zhen rubbed his forehead, and he looked very depressed. He was just fifty years old and his hair was almost gray.

"Brother Wang, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and no one can avoid them. Medicine can cure diseases and save people to the greatest extent, but it cannot violate the natural laws!" Dr. Zhao's words became a little powerless.

When the two were talking, Mo Botao had already paid the money and returned to Ward No. 3 with the nurse.

"Doctor Zhao!"

Before the door to Ward No. 3 could close, the nurse's screams came from inside.

"The patient in Ward No. 3 has woken up!"

Then another scream.

"What?!"

Dr. Zhao widened his eyes and his pupils shrank violently. How could this be possible? He personally diagnosed this patient. According to his medical knowledge, the patient would no longer wake up.

"I'll go and have a look!"

Dr. Zhao immediately walked into the ward and could see his shock from his body movements and language.

Wang Zhen looked up at Ward No. 3 and followed him in.

When Dr. Zhao walked in, Mo Botao was lying on the hospital bed, holding Mo Shuai's hand and crying.

Mo Shuai, who was lying on the hospital bed, had already opened his eyes. He could not move, but from his eyes, he had recovered his intelligence.

"How is that possible?"

Dr. Zhao looked at the instruments around him and all the indexes became normal. Although he still needed to continue hospitalization, he was completely out of danger of life and could now be transferred out of the ICU.

What exactly happened?

How could a dying person suddenly show such vitality?

Dr. Zhao's eyes fell on Mo Botao. Did this son do something?

no!

The boy just came back and he saw it.

So……

Dr. Zhao looked at Ye Feng standing in the corner. The latter was in his pocket with his hands in his pockets and his expressionless face. He looked particularly unique in this ward where everyone was very excited.

Is it him?

Dr. Zhao is a professional doctor. He believes in science, but the unscientific that is now revealed in front of him makes him not know what to do.

"Waves...waves..."

However, at this moment, Mo Shuai's throat made a dry and hoarse sound, which really scared everyone.

Not only woke up.
To be continued...