After getting the 300 milliliters from the old owner, Ye Fan banged his head three more times, and then went down the mountain as quickly as possible.
He got into the car, waved his hand to stop Miao Fenglang from asking, and just asked him to drive back to the hospital.
Time is running out.
Ye Fan didn't think about how to repay the favor, nor how the old owner would restrain him. He just wanted to make Tang Ruoxue get better as soon as possible.
"Pregnant women should not acupuncture at Hegu, Sanyinjiao is also connected to Lun, Shimen acupuncture should be avoided, and women will not be pregnant throughout their lives."
"There are cloud gates and dove tails outside. There is no deep basin for guests and masters. When the shoulder well is deep, people are suffocated. Three miles away, people are still calm..." On the way forward, Ye Fan closed his eyes to rest and try his best to calm down his emotions, so as not to worry about it.
An error occurred while treating Tang Ruoxue later.
He also quietly recited the anti-acupuncture formula to prevent him from instinctively picking up silver needles and wanting to treat Tang Ruoxue when he first showed up at Baocheng Hospital.
If Ye Fan hadn't reacted in time to the words "Acupuncture is prohibited for pregnant women", Ye Fan would have inserted the acupuncture points that he shouldn't have touched randomly for fear of being concerned.
Pregnant women can use acupuncture, but there are a few major acupuncture points that cannot be used. Once the propriety is messed up, it is easy to make a big mistake.
The car quickly arrived at Baocheng Hospital, and Ye Fan immediately opened the door and came out.
He gave the blood to Dr. Murong and asked her to inject it into Tang Ruoxue immediately to replenish her weakening body.
Then, Ye Fan took out the silver needle and prepared to activate Tang Ruoxue's blood.
"Woo-" Just at this moment, several more business cars arrived at the hospital, the car doors opened, and a dozen young women with extraordinary temperament hurried out.
Almost everyone was pushing a suitcase with the names of various advanced instruments, various precious medicines, and various new injections written on it.
Combination of Chinese and Western.
Ye Fan glanced at it casually. If the contents of the boxes were true, then each box would be worth over 100 million.
Rich and wealthy.
Then, a saint dressed in white and veiled appeared in front of Ye Fan.
Zhao Mingyue and the others were slightly startled, as if they did not expect the saint to come here.
Ye Fan was also stunned, and then greeted him: "Miss Shi..." "Hello, Mrs. Ye!"
"Ye Fan, Master said, send Buddha to the West."
The saint said hello to Zhao Mingyue, and then stared at Ye Fan and got straight to the point: "Ms. Tang is pregnant now, and you are messing up your sense of proportion. It is easy to miss her treatment."
"If the needle is applied in the wrong position and violates the taboos of acupuncture for pregnant women, it is easy to kill two people."
"So Master asked me to come over and give Miss Tang an injection to maximize the value of the three hundred milliliters of blood."
"Should you do this last step yourself or should I do it?"
Her eyes were as cold as ever, but compared to the banter of the previous few days, this time there was a lot more anger.
Apparently, Ye Fan took away 300 milliliters of blood from the old master, which made her very angry.
Ye Fan thought for a while, then bent slightly: "Come here!"
He had suppressed most of his emotions, but he still couldn't guarantee that he could stabilize his mind during the treatment. He could easily lose control when facing Tang Ruoxue.
He decided to let the saint diagnose and treat Tang Ruoxue.
The saint was slightly startled. She didn't expect Mark to trust her so much, and the anger in her eyes dissipated a bit.
Then, she took the girls and picked up the medicine box and walked into the emergency room.
"No other people are allowed in!"
The saint asked someone to close the emergency room door, leaving two female companions guarding the door.
"Ye Fan, drink some soda."
When the corridor regained calm, Zhao Mingyue found the opportunity to interrupt, handed Ye Fan a bottle of soda water, and curiously asked: "How did you get the 300 milliliters of blood from the old master?"
She still can't understand that Ye Fan met the old master in such a short time and persuaded her to draw out his precious blood.
In Zhao Mingyue's opinion, there are probably only two people in the world who can make Old Zhai Master do this, Chu Shuai and Old Taijun.
"I learned from Uncle Dong on the way there."
Ye Fan explained with a smile: "Kneel down when you arrive, stalk and beat me, and you won't fight back when you are beaten or scolded, and you will be miserable when there are seniors above and small vendors below."
"The old master was tired of my rogue style and didn't want the Buddhist holy land to see blood, so he took 300 ml of blood and sent me away."
"Of course, after a few days it stabilizes, I will donate one billion or eighty million to repay the favor."
Ye Fan was afraid that Zhao Mingyue would be worried, so he did not tell him that he was "exchanging life for life". For the rest of his life, he was almost pinched to death by the old owner.
"Nothing serious."
Zhao Mingyue got angry and knocked Ye Fan on the chestnut.
She knew it was definitely not that simple.
Just seeing that Ye Fan didn't want to tell her, she didn't ask further questions for the time being, and waited until Tang Ruoxue was stable before asking about the deal between the two parties.
"Ye Fan, it's your father's fiftieth birthday at the end of the month. You should also come to the banquet then."
Perhaps in order to relieve Ye Fan's anxiety, Zhao Mingyue said softly: "He admires you very much. If you go there and tell him, he will be very happy."
Fiftieth birthday?
Ye Fan was startled for a moment, then patted his head, remembering Ye Tiandong's birthday at the end of the month.
He looked at Zhao Mingyue and smiled: "On Uncle Tian's birthday, there will be many big shots coming, all of them rich or noble. Isn't it appropriate for me, a little doctor, to go?"
Ye Fan was somewhat resistant to that kind of big scene, and he would rather be happy to see a few more patients in Jin Zhilin than to make excuses with people he didn't know.
"You are my godson and his godson. There is nothing inappropriate in going to celebrate your birthday."
Zhao Mingyue took Ye Fan's arm and said, "That day happens to be Sunday, and Jin Zhilin is not open, so you can go over and help your godfather show some respect."
"It's also good for everyone to know that he has an outstanding godson."
Her eyes were blazing: "Otherwise, everyone would secretly laugh that he would only raise an Adou like Ye Tianci who couldn't support him."
Seeing Zhao Mingyue's enthusiasm and persistence, Ye Fan finally nodded: "Okay, I'll be there when the time comes."
Ye Fan is still willing to spend time doing things that can make Zhao Mingyue and Ye Tiandong happy.
An hour later, the door to the emergency room opened, and Shi Zifei came out dripping with sweat, with a tired look on her face, obviously having spent a lot of effort.
Ye Fan immediately greeted him: "Miss Shi, how is the situation?"
Zhao Mingyue also came closer.
"Madam, mother and son are safe."
The saint didn't look at Ye Fan, but just said something to Zhao Mingyue, and then left with her female companion with an indifferent expression.
After walking more than ten meters, she looked back at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you must remember your promise and your every word and deed in Tongtian Ancient Temple."
Ye Fan sighed: "Miss Shi, don't worry, Ye Fan promises you a thousand pieces of gold."
The saint nodded, said nothing more, and continued to walk towards the door.
As quickly as they came, they left as quickly as they came. Soon, the saint and his entourage disappeared without a trace.
Ye Fan was stunned for two or three seconds, then turned around and ran into the ward to visit Tang Ruoxue.
After blood transfusion and treatment, Tang Ruoxue's complexion improved a lot, her breathing became even, and when Ye Fan held her hand, there was a hint of warmth.
Ye Fan felt relieved. He turned the stone of life and death to check and confirmed that the mother and child were safe. The saint inspired the maximum value of 300 milliliters of blood.
He grabbed Tang Ruoxue's hand and kissed it gently to express his apology.
Looking up again, he felt something strange. When he looked up, he found that Tang Ruoxue had opened her eyes slightly.
She trembled her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but could not speak for a while.
Ye Fan shook the woman's hand and comforted her softly: "Ruoxue, don't be afraid, don't worry, it's okay, mother and son are safe, mother and son are safe."
He showed a hint of apology: "You are out of danger. As long as you have a good rest for a week, you will be fine."
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Tang Ruoxue's pretty face froze slightly, and then burst into tears: "Ye Fan...I'm sorry..."
