The door opened silently again, making the Zen room deeper.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, and he felt a powerful force grabbing him in the void, as if the Tathagata's hand had collected Sun Wukong.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation made Ye Fan sweat profusely and his face pale.
But Ye Fan was not at the mercy of others, and he gritted his teeth and stopped, releasing a force of unyielding failure.
She is stronger, I am stronger.
If Ye Fan was just a treasure sword that had not been unsheathed before, then at this moment, he was a peerless magic weapon with sharp edges.
"call--"
The heavy and mighty aura seemed to have been torn apart by Ye Fan in an instant, and could no longer have any impact on Ye Fan's mood.
"A innocent genius doctor, both medical and martial arts, will never deceive me."
A sound of vicissitudes of emotion that cannot be heard from the Zen room:
"Ye Fan, you surprised me. You are the only one who can block my pressure."
"In time, your martial arts will surely shock the world, and there is a high probability that it will be higher than that of the dog who became a monk halfway."
She rarely showed a hint of appreciation: "A good seedling that is rare in a century..."
Ye Fan quickly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master Lao Zhai, for your praise."
At this moment, the woman in white and others had already rushed behind Ye Fan, staring at Ye Fan with a sharp weapon in his hand.
But when they saw the meditation room open, they hurriedly took a few steps back, restrained their murderous intent, and bowed their heads respectfully.
They obviously knew that Lao Zhai Lord was awakened.
"Ye Fan, I don't have any interest in paying attention to your grudges and quarrels with Cihangzhai."
The master of Lao Zhai changed his subject: "The Master's Concubine will also handle this matter with full authority."
"But you must give me an explanation when you trespassed in Tongtiangu Temple today."
The master of Lao Zhai's tone was very indifferent: "If I can't satisfy me, I will let Ye Tiandong, Zhao Mingyue and the others give me an explanation."
"thump--"
Hearing the accountability of Lao Zhaizhu, Ye Fan knelt down without hesitation:
"Old Zhai Lord, today's reckless intrusion is not Ye Fan who wants to offend, but his life is at stake. Ye Fan forced him to rush in and offend Lao Zhai Lord."
He apologized for three loud noises.
Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, the woman in white, the nun in gray, and the woman in blue looked a little more relaxed, and the hostility in her eyes was also reduced invisibly.
The master of Lao Zhai said lightly: "Doctor Ye is both good at both medical and martial arts, rich as a country, with a wide connection, and there are still things you can't solve?"
"My wife Tang Ruoxue accidentally fell down, and the bloody collapse caused serious bleeding in her body, threatening the lives of her and the fetus."
Ye Fan raised his head and spoke with a heart-wrenching heart:
"And her blood is an extremely rare A3 blood type. There is no inventory in the entire country and even abroad. There are only a handful of people with this blood type."
"Ruoxue's situation is critical now. Although I have protected her heart meridians, I must get the A3 blood input as soon as possible, otherwise it is likely that one corpse and two lives will be alive."
"Time is tight, and I have no choice but to ask Lao Zhai Lord with shamelessness."
"I hope the Lord Lao Zhai can help."
He kowtowed again: "As long as the Lord Lao Zhai can save people, even if he throws Ye Fan into pieces, I will have no regrets."
"presumptuous!"
Before Lao Zhai could speak, the woman in white rushed up and kicked Ye Fan away.
"Ye Fan, is your brain getting water? Looking for Lao Zhai to give blood transfusions?"
"I won't say that Ci Hangzhai has been in constant grudges with you, nor do I say that both parties have no relatives or reasons. Just say that Lao Zhai is at his age, would you be embarrassed to let her have blood transfusions?"
"Your wife is life? Is Lao Zhai Lord not life?"
She stepped forward with another arrow and slapped Ye Fan in the face: "Get out!"
The women in gray were also scolded: "Get out!"
Ye Fan first fell four or five meters away, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then his cheeks hurt again, and five fingerprints were added.
But he didn't resist. If he had a position in Cihangzhai, he would probably have fists and kicks, which would have caused blood transfusions for an elderly person in his 80s.
The old master did not speak out, was not angry, nor was he blocked, and seemed to be interested in waiting for Ye Fan to deal with it.
"I know it's very offensive to Lao Zhai Master, but it's just that it's about them, mother and son. I'll give it a try anyway."
Ye Fan wiped off the blood and shouted, "Master Lao Zhai, as long as you help me, I will remember your great kindness and virtue, even if you are a cow or a horse."
"And I don't need to draw a lot of blood. Just three hundred milliliters are enough. With these three hundred milliliters of supplementation, I can get Ruoxue's blood back on track."
"Master Lao Zhai, I hope you can help me."
For Ye Fan, as long as three hundred milliliters of blood, he could make Tang Ruoxue as safe as a fish in water.
"Three hundred milliliters?"
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the woman in white slapped again and slapped Ye Fan in the face without any mercy and said angrily:
"The total blood volume of an adult is about 4,000 to 5,000 milliliters, and the safe blood donation volume is 200 milliliters at a time, and at most 400 milliliters."
"You asked the Lord Lao Zhai to give you three hundred milliliters. Do you want the Lord Lao Zhai to die?"
The 80-year-old man was asked to smoke three hundred milliliters of blood. If the woman in white had not been ordered by Lao Zhai, she would have slapped Ye Fan to death.
Ye Fan did not cover his face or refute, but just begged to look at the Zen room: "Master Lao Zhai, help me."
The women in green were also very angry and wanted to come up and beat Ye Fan.
Over the years, they have seen countless people who asked Lao Zhai Lord for help, but this is the first time they have seen a crazy guy like Ye Fan.
The woman in white said, "Master, don't pay attention to this kind of madman, I'll throw him out of the mountain gate."
She reached out to pull Yefan's collar and was about to drag him out and throw him down the mountain.
"Xu Zhiruo, stop!"
The old master drank the woman in white and stopped: "Don't fight and kill in the Buddhist gate."
The woman in white trembled, restrained her anger, and took a few steps back: "What Master taught me is that Zhiruo understands."
Ye Fan smelled a turn, rushed over and knelt at the door.
"Ye Fan, if I don't help you, will you be furious and make a big fuss in Cihangzhai?"
The old master said lightly to Ye Fan, who was kneeling at the door: "Even risked taking me off and drawing blood to your wife for blood transfusion?"
"Ye Fan dares not!"
Ye Fan coughed: "One of the reason Ye Fan could not beat Lao Zhai, and taking the initiative to Lao Zhai was completely insulting himself."
"The second is that Lao Zhai Lord saves people as a part of love, and not saving them is his duty."
"The third is to let Lao Zhai give blood transfusions. Ye Fan is no longer considered a thing. If he meets him, Ye Fan will be worse than animals."
"Ruoxue and the others will not accept the blood I snatched from my brute force."
Ye Fan was very frank: "So I can only ask Lao Zhai to fulfill his wish."
The Lord Laozhai said calmly: "I won't let you down, and you can't find blood. Wouldn't you watch your wife and children die?"
"If they die, I will die with them. After all, I didn't take good care of them."
Ye Fan's expression became a little sad: "It's just that before dying together, I will do my best. Compared to death, I still hope that they will feel the beauty of this world."
He sincerely hopes that the child can be born safely and see this prosperous world.
"You are now successful, wealth and glory, and you are the most proud and glorious."
The Lord Lao Zhai said softly: "Will you die with them?"
Ye Fan nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"
The Lord Lao Zhai added: "Are you willing to give everything for them? Including your wealth, freedom and life?"
Ye Fan was determined: "As long as Ye Fan's bottom line is not involved, I am willing to give everything I can."
The old master said again: "Can you save Tang Ruoxue and his son and ask you to leave them?"
Ye Fan bit his lip: "Yes!"
The Lord Laozhai said nothing. She seemed to remember her deep love, her unresentful efforts, and her unswerving death.
How similar?
The Zen room fell into silence again, but the morning breeze passed by made the yard more whistling.
Zhuang Zhiruo and the others followed in silence, saying nothing.
Ye Fan didn't say much, and knelt quietly at the door, waiting for the final judgment of Lao Zhai Lord.
Success or death, in one thought.
The sky gradually became brighter, and a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and pierced into the dark Zen room.
"Swoosh--"
Almost at the same time, something flew out and fell into Ye Fan's arms.
Then, the vicissitudes and majestic voice of the Lord Lao Zhai gradually drifted away:
"Ye Fan, remember, you owe me a great favor!"
"In the future, I want you to live, you have to live, I want you to die, you have to die..."