The door opened silently, making the Zen room even more profound.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he felt a majestic force grabbing him in the void, as if the Tathagata's hand was holding Sun Wukong.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation made Ye Fan sweat profusely and his face turned pale.
But Ye Fan didn't let anyone take advantage of him. He gritted his teeth and stopped, releasing an unyielding strength.
She is stronger than me.
If Ye Fan was just a sword that had not been unsheathed before, then at this moment, he is a peerless weapon with sharp edges.
"call--"
That thick aura of awe seemed to have been torn open by Ye Fan in an instant, and could no longer have the slightest impact on Ye Fan's state of mind.
"The miraculous doctor is an expert in both medicine and martial arts. He will never deceive me."
A vicissitudes of voice with no emotion to be heard came from the meditation room:
"Ye Fan, you surprise me. You are the only one of the younger generation who can block my pressure."
"Given time, your martial arts achievements will shock the world. There is a high probability that you will be better than that dog who became a monk halfway."
She rarely showed a hint of appreciation: "A good seedling that is rare to see in a hundred years..."
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, the old master of the restaurant, for your praise."
At this moment, the woman in white and others had rushed behind Ye Fan, holding sharp weapons and staring at Ye Fan with murderous intent.
When they saw the opening of the Zen room, they hurriedly took a few steps back, restrained their murderous intent, and bowed their heads respectfully.
They obviously knew that the old owner had been awakened.
"Ye Fan, I have no interest in paying attention to your feud with Ye Tang and your fight with Ci Hangzhai."
The master of the old village changed the subject: "Master Concubine will also have full authority to handle this matter."
"But you have to give me an explanation for trespassing into Tongtian Ancient Temple today."
The old owner's tone was very indifferent: "If you can't satisfy me, I will ask Ye Tiandong and Zhao Mingyue to give me an explanation."
"thump--"
Hearing the old master's accusation, Ye Fan knelt down without hesitation:
"Old Zhai Master, today's reckless intrusion is not because Ye Fan wants to offend, but because human life is at stake. Ye Fan had no choice but to rush in and offend the old Zhai Master."
He banged his head three times to express his apology.
Seeing Ye Fan like this, the expressions of the woman in white, the nun in gray, and the woman in green softened a little, and the hostility in their eyes was subtly reduced.
The old master said calmly: "Ye Shenye is an expert in medicine and martial arts. He is as rich as anyone in the country and has connections all over the world. Is there anything you can't solve?"
"My wife Tang Ruoxue accidentally fell down and suffered a severe hemorrhage, which threatened her and the lives of the fetus."
Ye Fan raised his head and spoke heart-wrenchingly:
"And her blood is the extremely rare A3 blood type. There is no stockpile in China or even abroad, and there are only a handful of people with this blood type."
"Ruoxue is in critical condition now. Although I have protected her heart, I must get A3 blood transfusion as soon as possible, otherwise it is very likely that one person will die and two will die."
"Time is running out, and I have no choice but to beg the old master shamelessly."
"I hope the old master can give me a helping hand."
He kowtowed again: "As long as the old master can save people, even if I cut Ye Fan into pieces, I will have no regrets."
"presumptuous!"
Before the old owner could say anything, the woman in white rushed up and kicked Ye Fan out.
"Ye Fan, is your brain flooded? Ask the old master for a blood transfusion?"
"Let's not talk about the feud between Cihangzhai and you, and let's not say that the two parties are not related to each other, but at the age of the old owner, you have the nerve to ask her for a blood transfusion?"
"Your wife is fate? But the old master is not fate?"
She stepped forward again and slapped Ye Fan on the face: "Get out!"
The women in gray also shouted in unison: "Get out!"
Ye Fan first fell four to five meters and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his cheek hurt again and there were five more fingerprints.
It's just that he didn't resist. If it were his position in Cihangzhai, he would probably fight with fists and feet, and let an 80-year-old man have a blood transfusion. It would be really treasonous.
The old owner didn't say anything, wasn't angry, and didn't stop him. He seemed to be waiting for Ye Fan to respond with interest.
"I know it's offensive to the old master, but it's about their mother and son, so I have to give it a try no matter what."
Ye Fan wiped off the blood and shouted: "Old Master, as long as you give me a helping hand, I will definitely remember your great kindness, even if you are a cow or a horse."
"And I don't need to draw a lot of blood, just 300 ml is enough. With these 300 ml supplement, I can get Ruoxue's blood back on track."
"Old Zhai Master, I hope you can help me."
For Ye Fan, with only 300 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 Ye Fan again, mercilessly hitting Ye Fan on the face and said angrily:
"The total blood volume of an adult is about 4,000 to 5,000 ml. The safe blood donation amount is 200 ml at a time, and the maximum is 400 ml."
"You asked the old master to give you 300 milliliters. Do you want the old master to die?"
Asking an 80-year-old man to draw 300 milliliters of blood, the woman in white would have slapped Ye Fan to death unless she had the old master's instructions.
Ye Fan didn't cover his face or retort, he just looked at the Zen room pleadingly: "Old Master, help me."
The women in Tsing Yi were also very angry and wanted to come up and beat Ye Fan hard.
Over the years, they have seen countless people asking for help from the old owner, but this is the first time they have seen a crazy guy like Ye Fan.
The woman in white then spoke: "Master, don't pay attention to this lunatic, I will throw him out of the mountain gate."
She stretched out her hand to pull Ye Fan's collar, preparing to drag him out and throw him down the mountain.
"Xu Zhiruo, stop!"
The old master calmly shouted to the woman in white: "Don't fight or kill in the forbidden area of Buddhism."
The woman in white trembled, restrained her anger, and took a few steps back: "Master taught you, Zhiruo understands."
Ye Fan smelled a turn of events, rushed over and knelt at the door again.
"Ye Fan, if I don't help you, are you going to get angry and make a fuss in Cihangzhai?"
The old owner of the restaurant said calmly to Ye Fan who was kneeling at the door: "You even risked taking me to draw blood for your wife's blood transfusion?"
"Ye Fan doesn't dare!"
Ye Fan coughed: "First, Ye Fan can't beat the old Zhai master, and taking action against Lao Zhai is completely humiliating himself."
"Second, it's a matter of love for Mr. Laozhai to save people, but it's his duty not to save people."
"The third is to ask the old master to give blood. Ye Fan is no longer a thing. If we fight with each other again, Ye Fan will be worse than a beast."
"Ruoxue and the others will not accept the blood I stole with my ruthlessness."
Ye Fan was very honest: "So I can only ask the old master to help me."
The old master said calmly: "If I don't help you, and you can't find the blood, wouldn't you just watch your wife and children die?"
"If they die, I will die with them. After all, I failed to take good care of them."
Ye Fan's expression became a little more sad: "It's just that before we die together, I will try my best 100%. Rather than death, I still want them to feel the beauty of this world."
He sincerely hopes that the child can be born safely and see this prosperous world.
"Now that you are successful and famous, you are rich and glorious. This is the time when you are most proud and glorious."
The old owner said softly: "Will you die with them?"
Ye Fan nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"
The old owner added: "Are you willing to give everything for them? Including your wealth, freedom and life?"
Ye Fan was categorical: "As long as it doesn't involve Ye Fan's bottom line, I am willing to give everything I can."
The old owner said again: "I saved Tang Ruoxue and her son and asked you to leave them. Can you do it?"
Ye Fan bit his lip: "Yes!"
The old owner didn't say anything. She seemed to remember her deep-rooted love, her dedication without complaint, and her perseverance until death.
How similar?
The Zen room fell into silence again, but the passing morning breeze made the yard roar a little more.
Zhuang Zhiruo and the others remained silent without saying a word.
Ye Fan didn't say anything more, and quietly knelt at the door, waiting for the final judgment of the old master.
Fulfillment or death, in a matter of seconds.
The sky was getting brighter, and a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and penetrated into the dark Zen room.
"Whoosh——"
Almost at the same moment, something flew out and fell into Ye Fan's arms.
Then, the old master’s majestic voice gradually faded away:
"Ye Fan, remember, you owe me a huge favor!"
"In the future, if I want you to live, you have to live; if I want you to die, you have to die..."
