The river quickly became calm, leaving only a trace of blood spreading.
The bridge with people coming and going was unprecedentedly quiet, with hundreds of people staring intently at the calm river surface.
Even the wind seemed to have stopped.
Thirty seconds...
One minute...
Two minutes...
Ye Fan's diving time this time was very long, exceeding the limit of normal people in the water, making hundreds of people at the scene pale.
After another minute, the crowd began to become restless, with everyone holding their fists and breathing heavily.
Many people's faces began to show despair. For three minutes, without oxygen, even a god would have a hard time surviving underwater.
Ye Fan must have been in trouble. He must have gotten stuck in a car or on a rock while rescuing the little girl, and then drowned.
Thinking of Ye Fan's leap without hesitation, countless people wiped their tears gently. They can't be heroes, but it doesn't mean they recognize heroes.
The young woman in the long skirt was also lying on the edge of the deck, her face was pale, and she was biting her lips to prevent herself from making a sound.
Her tears were filled with sadness, pain, and endless regret.
My own selfishness harmed a person in vain, but he was still a good person.
In the distance, sirens blared, and police cars and fire trucks appeared one after another.
A blue sky rescue ship also sailed from the river.
It’s been five minutes…
Ye Fan must be dead...
There was a dead silence in the whole place, and the expressions were sad, and everyone felt sad for Ye Fan.
"The unknown man has been in the water for five minutes. This is the third time he has gone into the water to save someone."
"With such a strong water flow, such a deep river bottom, and such a long time, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back..."
A self-media person broadcast live on his mobile phone with a hint of regret in his tone: "Let us pay tribute to this unknown hero!"
"Hula——"
At this moment, there was a loud noise on the water surface, and the next second, a figure emerged from the water.
Most of his body floated out, and his face came into view.
Although he had many wounds on his body and his face was as pale as a sheet, everyone could still recognize him at a glance.
Ye Fan!
In his hand, he was holding a little girl tightly.
The girl's mouth trembled, as if she was still alive...
"Come out, come out -"
The whole audience suddenly burst into cheers.
Countless people hugged each other, and countless people high-fived each other!
That joy made the whole bridge tremble slightly.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The young woman in the long skirt burst into tears and burst into tears. She rushed over and hugged her daughter and Ye Fan.
She couldn't control it yet and kissed Ye Fan hard on the forehead.
Ye Fan's whole body's strength was exhausted, and all the white light from the Stone of Life and Death was given to the little girl, so he relaxed and immediately fell into the arms of the young woman in the long skirt.
It was soft, slippery, and had a touch of natural fragrance, which made him feel a little familiar, as if he had this smell in his memory...
Before Ye Fan fainted, the last thing he saw out of the corner of his eye was Yang Jianxiong appearing with the police in person...
By the time Ye Fan woke up, it was already the next morning.
The sky was dark and it started to rain. Ye Fan sat up from the bed and saw that he was covered with ointment and gauze, so he checked himself.
He found that apart from trauma and coldness, there was no serious problem with his body.
Ye Fan used his kung fu to drive away the cold air, and then moved his muscles and got out of bed. He looked at the environment and found that he was in a strange place.
This is not a hospital, nor is it Jin Zhilin, but a club with the "Red Leaf" logo printed on it.
"President Ye, are you awake?"
Just as Ye Fan was looking curiously, the door was knocked, and then Yang Jianxiong walked in with a smile:
"I'll ask the doctor to come over and check you out."
"No."
Ye Fan waved his hand: "I checked it myself and it's fine. I'll be fine after just two days of rest. What kind of place is this?"
"This is the Hongye Club, a place dedicated to receiving dignitaries in Longdu."
Yang Jianxiong explained to Ye Fan respectfully: "The venue is not big, but the security and confidentiality are first-rate."
"I originally wanted to take you to the hospital, but Mrs. Zhao insisted on letting you come here."
"She wants to see with her own eyes that you are safe, that you are okay."
Yang Jianxiong smiled: "She also asked Mr. Sun and others to come out of seclusion to treat you."
"Mrs. Zhao?"
Ye Fan thought of the young woman in a long skirt and curiously asked: "What is her origin?"
Yang Jianxiong glanced at the door subconsciously:
"The origin is very big. Someone from Longdu came to visit Zhonghai's grave this time. As a result, the car was hit by someone and fell directly into the river."
"Thankfully you came to the rescue, otherwise three people would have died in one car."
Then he changed the subject: "But if you want to know the details, it's better to ask her in person."
"She originally wanted to come over and wait for you to wake up today, but she went to the temple and didn't want to come back until noon."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that this young woman in a long skirt might have a high background, so that Yang Jianxiong would not dare to talk in front of him.
But Ye Fan didn't get to the bottom of it. He was just curious about the other person's origins and had no intention of making friends.
"Okay, I understand, where are my clothes?"
Ye Fan touched his stomach: "I'm starving, I'm going out to eat."
"President!"
Seeing Ye Fan's careless look, Yang Jianxiong stepped forward and held Ye Fan's hand: "Lie down for a while and wait for Mrs. Zhao to come back."
Ye Fan was slightly startled: "Why wait for her to come back? Let her thank me? No, I don't save people for reward."
"President, Mrs. Zhao's friendship is what countless people dream of."
Yang Jianxiong lowered his voice: "If you establish a good relationship with her, you will not only be a prince in Zhonghai, but also be able to run sideways in China."
"Lao Yang, I know that her identity is not simple, and the person who can make you control her is definitely not a small person."
Ye Fan smiled: "But there is really no need to deliberately make friends."
"I jumped three times and never thought of asking for repayment."
He patted Yang Jianxiong's arm: "In other words, if I were that kind of person, would you still call me brother and sister with all your heart?"
Yang Jianxiong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and was sincerely convinced: "I'm so impressed, it's Jianxiong who is shallow."
The fact that Ye Fan was able to respect Du Tianhu and the others and become the president of Yunding was more about his character than his martial arts and medical skills.
What he cares about is friendship and a clear conscience, and the rest is not very important.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Fan walked out of the room and stood outside, only to find that he was in a courtyard.
There are five rooms and two living rooms, surrounded by bamboos. The misty rain and cold wind blow, making the yard full of poetry and painting.
He didn't appreciate it too much, picked up an umbrella, left the yard, walked through the lobby of the club, and walked towards the exit.
He was going back to Jinzhilin to eat his mother's lean meat rice noodles.
Just when he was passing by the lobby, Ye Fan glanced at the restaurant next to him and suddenly spotted a few familiar figures.
Lin Qiuling, Tang Sanguo, Lin Qiyi, Wang Qiaochu, Tang Ruoxue and several others.
Lin Qiuling and others were all smiling, Wang Qiaochu's eyes were shining, but Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was cold.
Ye Fan was slightly startled, very surprised by the combination of these people.
Then he remembered something. Tang Ruoxue once said that Lin Qiuling arranged a blind date for her...
