Ye Fan woke up and found himself in the hospital, bruised and battered all over.
He tried to recall and remembered that he was beaten by a group and then thrown out of the door.
The pain in his head also confirmed this.
Only he was also alarmed to find that the dream was still clear.
"Could the dream just now be real? This is too ridiculous."
Ye Fan muttered, but when he closed his eyes, he was shocked.
There was a Taiji Sutra in his mind.
"Could this dream be too real?"
Ye Fan still didn't believe it, then he opened the "Taiji Sutra" and cultivated it according to the method on it.
As long as he could not cultivate anything, the Jade of Life and Death and the "Taiji Sutra" were a joke.
But the truth made Ye Fan dumbfounded again.
In less than half an hour, he felt in his dantian, a small flow of heat emerged.
Then, the heat flow traveled through all the limbs and bones.
Everywhere it passed, it was exceptionally soothing.
At the same time, in the palm of his left hand, a taiji diagram vaguely appeared ...
Jade of Life and Death.
White life, black death.
Each side has seven pieces of light, and the shadows are very faint, but the layers are distinct.
In the next second, a stream of information suddenly surfaced in Ye Fan's mind.
Status: thirteen abrasions, third-degree damage to five organs, slight concussion to the head.
Cause of disease: caused by a violent group attack.
Repair or destroy?
Ye Fan froze on the spot, what the heck is this?
He subconsciously sent out a repair command, only to see the Jade of Life and Death spinning up, followed by a white light that didn't enter Ye Fan's body.
"Pop--"
Then, abnormal changes appeared in the body.
His blood vessels were uncontrollably hot, and then his body was hot, and Ye Fan felt that his cells were running all over his body, and they were running wildly through his body in groups.
Bones also crackled and popped.
Not long after, Ye Fan's body shook violently, the pain all over his body completely dissipated, and the scrapes on his arms and face healed.
At the same time, the white light above the Taiji diagram dimmed by one point.
Ye Fan got excited, the Jade of Life and Death could repair physical diseases!
It seems that everything in the dream was true.
Ye Fan climbed up from the hospital bed and rushed to the inpatient department as fast as he could.
He pushed open the door of his mother Shen Biqin's room.
Looking at his mother, who was as thin as wood and her eyes were tightly closed, Ye Fan rushed over and placed his left hand on the location of her stomach.
Status: anemia, myocardial strain, gallstones, gastric tumor malignancy ...
Cause: years of strain, inappropriate diet, wind, and cold erosion caused.
Repair or destroy?
Ye Fan blurted out, "Repair!"
The Jade of Life and Death moved again, and five pieces of white light did not enter Shen Biqin's body.
The mother's body instantly became a battlefield, countless cells were boiling and rushing as if a thousand armies were killing each other in a charge.
"Boom..."
Not long after, Shen Biqin's head shook a little.
Ye Fan subconsciously shouted: "Mom -"
Shen Biqin slowly opened her eyes, and her pale face had more than a touch of redness.
"Ye Fan, I'm hungry ..."
Ye Fan cried with joy.
He withdrew his left hand, and at the same time found that only one piece of the white aura of the Jade of Life and Death was left.
Apparently, the more serious the condition and injury, the more white light was consumed.
Ye Fan didn't think about how to get the white light back, he only wanted to serve his mother well now.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Fan got a bowl of white porridge and carefully gave it to his mother to eat.
This is the first time in six months that Shen Biqin had an appetite for food.
After eating, Ye Fan called the beautiful doctor over again.
After some examination, the doctor was shocked: "How is this possible?"
Shen Biqin was cured!
Shen Biqin wanted to leave the hospital immediately after she knew her body was healed, she was afraid of spending money.
During the procedure, Ye Fan thought there was no money in the account, but he didn't expect a refund of ninety-five thousand out.
When he asked, he learned that someone had deposited 100,000 into the hospital account yesterday.
Ye Fan checked and found that the person who called the money was Tang Ruoxue.
He was warm in his heart, Tang Ruoxue still has him in her heart.
Ye Fan left five thousand to his mother for backup, and the rest of the money was transferred back to Tang Ruoxue, and then he packed his things and left the hospital.
But Ye Fan just helped his mother walk to the door, three valuable luxury cars rubbed their past.
Fast and furious.
It almost hit his mom.
Ye Fan shouted angrily, "How do you drive? Watch the road!"
Shen Biqin softly advised: "Ye Fan, forget it, forget it."
The limousine backed up and stopped, the door opened and a young man wearing an earring got out and cursed.
"Dare to scold Young Master Huang, are you looking for death?"
Then, Huang Dongqiang and Yuan Jing's group showed up.
"Yo, it's Ye Fan, you came out so soon?"
Seeing Ye Fan, Huang Dongqiang immediately leaned over and walked toward Ye Fan with a smile on his face: "Your recovery ability is quite fast."
"Your mother is also out of the hospital?"
"Can't borrow money, ready to go home and wait for death?"
"Do you want me to sponsor a coffin?"
A group of companions laughed out loud, with disdain and teasing in their eyes.
Yuan Jing was as high and cold as ever, and seeing Ye Fan was even more disgusting.
Ye Fan's humility and kneeling to borrow money yesterday made Yuan Jing lose interest in humiliating Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's voice sank: "Huang Dongqiang, you cursed my mother, are you looking for death?"
"Looking for death? Who are you?"
Huang Dongqiang tapped the floor with his shoes, his temper was arrogant: "Who gave you the courage to call my bluff?"
The young man with the earring echoed strangely: "Yesterday's beating wasn't enough, was it?"
Several pretty female companions covered their mouths and laughed lightly.
"Kneel down, kowtow and apologize."
Huang Dongqiang pointed his finger at Ye Fan: "I'll pretend this never happened, or I'll send you to the morgue, mother and son."
Ye Fan's eyes chilled at his words, "Don't bully people too much."
Huang Dongqiang sneered: "What's wrong with bullying people too much? Not convinced?"
Several followers drew out their batons and surrounded Ye Fan with their necks craned.
Yuan Jing's voice was indifferent: "Ye Fan, don't try to be strong, hurry up and kneel down and apologize, Dong Qiang is not something you can mess with."
"Young man, all things are negotiable!"
At this time, Shen Biqin also deadly pull the angry Ye Fan, blocked in front of Huang Dongqiang with a smile:
"Young master Huang, I used to go to your house as a nanny, I know your mother, give me some face, don't see eye to eye with Ye Fan."
"He doesn't know how to behave, you are generous, let him go."
Shen Biqin accompanied with a smiling face.
"Give you face?"
Huang Dongqiang sneered and spat on Shen Biqin with a mouthful of spittle.
"What are you? Why should I give you face?"
"An old woman also dares to ask for face, do you want it?"
To anyone, such a rude and insolent way would be considered an insult, but Shen Biqin did not dare to fight back and accepted it in reverse.
Being humiliated, ridiculed, bullied, and never causing trouble, not because of generosity, but the sadness of the little man who has no choice.
"You do this to my mother, looking for death, right?"
Ye Fan's fists tightened, full of anger to rush up, only to be held back by his mother.
Seeing Ye Fan's stubbornness, Yuan Jing was very angry: "Ye Fan, still trying to be a hero, right? Dong Qiang is your mother and son can offend?"
"Kneel down quickly, it's not like you've never kneeled before, so don't pretend."
Ye Fan didn't appreciate it at all: "Don't worry, I won't kneel again."
Yuan Jing was impatient.
"If you don't listen to me again, I won't care about you."
"Without my face, you may not even be able to save your little life."
She arrogantly raised her chin.
Ye Fan nonchalantly drank: "Get lost!"
Yuan Jing's pretty face was cold: "Dong Qiang, I don't care about him, do whatever you want."
"Young Master Huang, Ye Fan doesn't know how to behave, don't be angry, I will tell Ye Fan never to mess with you again."
Seeing Huang Dongqiang's fierce glow, Shen Biqin was busy dragging Ye Fan behind her, "Let's forget about this matter today."
"This money, a small token of appreciation, please have tea with Mr. Huang and all the brothers."
Shen Biqin took out three thousand dollars from her pocket and humbly stuffed it into Huang Dongqiang's pocket with a bent waist.
"Pa--"
Huang Dongqiang a backhanded slap flung at Shen Biqin's face.
Shen Biqin subconsciously exclaimed, "Young Master Huang ..."
"Pa!"
Another crisp sound exploded.
"Ant-like person, also dare to negotiate with me?"