The third thousand and twenty-five chapters fell into it
Chapter 3025: Falling in
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During Ye Fan's rapid operation, a talisman drawn with blood appeared on Isabel's chest.
The blood talisman is not only completed in one go, but also solemn and shocking. Just one look at it makes people instinctively solemn.
It’s just that Dean Steve really can’t understand this scene.
After graduating from Cambridge Medical School, he found this ridiculous and ridiculous:
"Miss Benara, the patient is not healthy to begin with. Not only is the internal organs damaged, but he also lost too much blood."
"She only has the last bit of energy left to look at you."
"If you let this charlatan fool you now, Isabel will not even breathe her last breath."
"You didn't even want the last chance to say goodbye?"
"And if the Luofi family finds out that Isabel suffered such humiliation before her death, I'm afraid you will have to bear their wrath."
Steve reminded Benara to consider the consequences.
Doctors from several hospitals also gave repeated advice.
When they first saw Ye Fan being so confident, they thought he was the descendant of some miracle doctor, and that he could do anything like the Eighteen Acupunctures.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan didn't even have a silver needle, but bit his finger to draw the talisman.
This Ye Fan can no longer be described as a charlatan, he is completely a lunatic.
This is also treating the medical staff present as fools.
Benala was also in a trance, and she didn't expect Ye Fan to draw a talisman to save people.
Steve yelled at Mark: "Isabel is dying, you can't save her, so stop pretending."
"Crack!"
Ye Fan ignored the scolding of Dean Steve and others, and popped out several silver needles from his left hand and plunged them into Isabel's head.
Then he pointed his finger on Isabel's forehead.
The blood on the fingertips keeps drawing symbols.
"Return to Taiyi in one breath!"
"One soul enters the center!"
"One soul returns to Mingmen!"
"One soul enters the Qi House!"
"A soul enters the central palace!"
Isabel's eight acupuncture points were pricked one by one by Ye Fan, and there were also symbols with blood left on them.
"The soul returns to the soul, the soul returns to the soul, the two souls and the six souls return to their places!"
Ye Fan moved his fingers very quickly and muttered words, which heightened the atmosphere to the extreme.
The blood stains looked like they were drawn with an artist's brush, the lines were perfect, and they connected the acupuncture points to the blood talismans on the chest.
It's just that no matter how beautiful Ye Fan's drawings are, they are still grotesque symbols that make ordinary people look very miserable.
"Son of a bitch, what on earth are you doing?"
Seeing Ye Fan painting Isabel like a clown, Dean Steve became completely furious:
"Stop, stop!"
"Although the patient is not my daughter, I can't let you abuse her like this."
"And this is Our Lady's Hospital, not a place for you to pretend to be a fool."
Dean Steve pushed aside several medical staff and pushed some foreign bodyguards away, reaching out to pull Ye Fan.
Benara wanted to reach out to intercept, but finally dropped her arm.
The look on her face was more disappointment than hope.
She had full confidence in Ye Fan.
She also thought that the worst possible outcome would be to treat a dead horse as a living doctor, but seeing Ye Fan's methods, she still felt naive.
Even if she had to dig out her heart with her bare hands or open her head with a kitchen knife, Benara would still have a trace of luck.
But this kind of ghost painting talisman is completely like a dancing master.
Benara absolutely did not believe that Ye Fan could save the patient like this.
Moreover, Isabel, who had been glamorous and beautiful all her life, had a bunch of symbols drawn on her before she died, making her look like a clown and make people laugh at her.
Benalla was in a very bad mood.
She felt that she was too ignorant.
So she no longer stopped Dean Steve and the others from trying to pull Mark.
"Stop, stop!"
Dean Steve was furious: "Don't insult patients! Get out!"
He reached out to pull Ye Fan, but was blocked by Ye Fan with one hand.
Dean Steve almost fell down.
He became even more furious and grabbed a chair with his backhand.
"Three souls and seven souls, merge!"
At this time, Ye Fan inserted needles into Isabel's heart.
Then he pointed his finger at the center of Isabel's eyebrows, pretended to stamp his right foot and shouted:
"Isabel, wake up!"
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the blood talisman flashed, like fire and phosphorus burning.
A breath of heaven and earth gathered in Isabel's heart.
Everyone's breath froze, their bodies swayed, and they took three steps back.
Dean Steve picked up his chair and said angrily: "You are still pretending to be a ghost, I will smash you to death——"
"flutter!"
Before she finished speaking, Isabel suddenly opened her eyes.
A trace of vitality jumps clearly.
The chair in Dean Steve's hand stopped abruptly behind Mark's head.
His eyes widened with shock on his face.
The Notre Dame doctors and nurses were also stunned and in disbelief.
Benara even knelt down with a plop...
This is not scientific!
Ten minutes later, Isabel regained her vitality.
Half an hour later, Isabel was out of danger.
An hour later, Isabel's vital indicators tended to normal.
Ye Fan's move to bring the dead back to life not only shocked B'Elanna, but also subverted Steve's and the others' cognition.
No one thought that Ye Fan really brought Isabel back from the dead.
They didn't even expect that Ye Fan's method of saving people was so miraculous.
There are no instruments, no medicines, not even the silver needles or pills they sneer at.
A blood talisman that even ghosts couldn't identify restored Isabel's life.
This shattered Steve's inner understanding and made them admire Ye Fan.
All B'Elanna's resistance and unhappiness towards Mark were dissipated by Mark's unpredictable methods.
She uncontrollably worshiped the powerful Ye Fan.
But Ye Fan was not too overjoyed, as if saving people like this was no big deal.
After Steve reacted, he not only apologized for his rudeness, but also chased Mark outside and pulled Mark to nod and bow:
"Mr. Ye, hello, hello, I'm Steve, the director of Notre Dame Hospital."
"This is my business card."
"I would like to ask you to be the honorary consultant of Our Lady's Hospital."
"With an annual salary of 100 million, you don't have to work or show up often. You can just take action when necessary."
"I hope Divine Doctor Ye can give me a chance."
Steve saw Ye Fan's value and struck while the iron was hot to win over him.
"One hundred million?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "Is one hundred million a lot?"
"My ex-sister-in-law, as long as she plays Landlord Online for 16 hours within three months, the chess and card company will give her 32 million in advertising fees."
"One hundred million, she had to fight for fifty hours to get it."
"With your RMB 100 million, you want me to list the business for a year and be on call at all times."
Ye Fan was slightly disdainful: "Is your money made of gold or diamonds?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Doctor Ye, I was careless."
Steve looked embarrassed, then gritted his teeth and revealed all the trump cards:
"In this way, a basic salary of 100 million plus a 10% dividend from Notre Dame Hospital."
“This dividend is not limited to Our Lady’s Hospital in Hengcheng, but also includes Our Lady’s Hospital around the world.”
"Sixty in total."
"If you put all the dividends together, it is absolutely an astronomical figure."
"But I have a small request."
Steve looked like he was reluctant to let go of the child and couldn't trap the wolf: "That's why he hopes to become a disciple of Dr. Ye."
The magical talisman saving people still affects Steve's soul to this day.
"Become my teacher? Give a share to Our Lady's Hospital around the world?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes when he heard this and glanced at Steve with interest:
"This handwriting is a bit interesting."
"Okay, since you are so sincere, I will agree to this deal."
"I will send someone to communicate with you about the specific details."
Although Ye Fan was surprised that a small Hengcheng dean could give 10% of the shares on behalf of Notre Dame Hospital.
This means that Steve's identity is not as simple as it seems.
But he didn't waste much time exploring it.
Ye Fan was going to take one of the dividends first.
He is not interested in money, but he has not lost his instinct to pick up money.
As for teaching Steve how to draw talismans to save people, Ye Fan just throwing in a set of third-rate talismans would be enough for him to study for a lifetime.
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Ye, thank you, Divine Doctor Ye, no, thank you Master."
Steve bowed politely to Mark: "Steve has met Master."
"No need to be polite, just go in and keep an eye on Isabel."
When Ye Fan saw Benara coming out of the ward, he waved Steve away:
"No need to be polite, just go in and keep an eye on Isabel's condition, in case the nurse makes an accident."
"Also, in the next two days, you will personally treat Isabel and let me see your medical skills."
Ye Fan smiled: "This way I can teach you in accordance with your aptitude."
"Understood, I will take good care of Isabel!"
Steve nodded happily and entered the ward with excitement on his face.
As soon as Steve left, Benara came out and said: "Master Ye, thank you."
Ye Fan took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Benara's cough and said:
"Miss Benara, although I saved Isabel, it also consumed hundreds of milliliters of my blood."
"At the same time, overdrafting my skills hurt my Dantian."
"In normal times, it would take me a year and a half to recover after treatment like this."
"Today I have experienced two battles on tulips and coastal highways. Saving people like this has already drained my vitality and lifespan."
"My body is broken and my life expectancy will be shortened by a few years."
"I treat you this way, and I hope you can repay me sincerely."
"Three nights later, Hilton Hotel 1308, fulfill your promise."
Ye Fan reached out and touched Benara's pretty face, then coughed and left her.
His steps staggered, and the paper towels he threw into the trash can seemed to be stained with blood.
Benara looked at Ye Fan's back and had unprecedented complex emotions.
This man is like sugar-coated poison. He doesn’t want to taste it, but he can’t help but fall into it...
