My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 1036
[Chapter 1036 There is a request]
1036
Not long after Ye Fan and Jiang Xiaobai arrived at the airport, Su Qingxue hurried over.
The three got on the plane and went straight to the airport near Shushan. After getting off the plane, they went to Shushan again.
At this time, it was almost five in the morning, and the cold was suffocating. There were not as many disciples practicing outside as before, but there were disciples walking around and patrolling.
Ye Fan and Jiang Xiaobai appeared, and of course no one would stop them. The three of them smoothly entered a Hall of Mental Cultivation, where the high-level medical treatment in Shushan was located.
When I came to the hall, there were already more than a dozen people around a bed, each with sadness and anger on their faces.
“Weiwei…”
Su Qingxue saw that Ling Yuwei was sitting on the edge of the bed haggard with tears on her face.
Ling Yuwei looked up, saw Su Qingxue and Ye Fan, and nodded in despair.
Seeing that Ye Fan and Jiang Xiaobai were back, everyone silently gave way.
Su Qingxue didn’t care what others thought, she ran over quickly, hugged Ling Yuwei, and patted her best friend’s back.
Ling Yuwei bit her lower lip and leaned in front of Su Qingxue, her shoulders shivering.
“Xiaoxue…why is this…why…”
Su Qingxue’s eyes turned red, she had felt the pain of losing her father, she knew very well that what she said at this moment would be of no avail.
“Master…Master…” Jiang Xiaobai saw Ling Baiguang lying on the bed with a sad face, and his face and palms trembled.
I saw Ling Baiguang lying there with no color, wearing an oxygen mask and dripping.
After all, the Shushan family has a great cause. Even on the mountain, some modern medical equipment is prepared. Otherwise, once someone is injured and in danger, it will not be easy to go to the nearest hospital.
It’s a pity that Ling Baiguang’s injury seems to be too serious, even if he breathes oxygen, it seems that it is difficult to wake up.
“Brother Jiang, the master woke up three hours ago, he kept talking about you, you are finally back,” said a junior sister from the same school, wiping her tears when she saw Jiang Xiaobai coming back.
Jiang Xiaobai held back his tears, walked to the bed with trembling, and asked, “Who is it, who put the hand on the master?”
Li Lihong sighed on the side: “Senior brother in charge himself doesn’t know, but the other party suddenly appeared at night and brought the master down. Our disciples on patrol at night killed more than a dozen in an instant.
After the head master discovered the situation, he went out to fight the man, but the man’s cultivation was extremely high, and he seemed to be using a fire-type exercise. Senior Brother Sect Master was seriously injured…”
Two moves?
Ye Fan frowned and asked, “Did Sect Master Ling bring a sword to fight at that time?”
“Yes…” Pan Yi, who was beside him, said in frustration, “It’s because the Sect Master was under his full strength and was beaten by that person in two strokes. Hurt, we…don’t know what to do at all.”
Ye Fan’s eyes flickered, and he could almost kill Ling Baiguang, a swordsman in the contemplative realm with two moves, even if concentrating was impossible.
This person’s strength is much stronger than Zhang Qian he met before.
Ye Fan said: “I looked at the wound of Sect Master Ling.”
Ling Yuwei, who was crying, remembered that Ye Fan’s medical skills were excellent, so she turned around and said, “Ye Fan! Hurry up and find a way to save my dad! Don’t you know a very good doctor! You know the best medical skills in the world, hurry up! Save my father! I beg you!!”
Ye Fan said with a wry smile: “Yuwei, don’t be like this, I’m not an immortal, but if I have any chance of curing your father, I will do my best.”
Ling Yuwei burst into tears Da Da Da fell to the ground and nodded.
Su Qingxue frowned, and when she heard Ye Fan calling Ling Yuwei’s name, she was thoughtful.
Ye Fan lifted the quilt covered by Ling Baiguang and found that his abdomen was covered with bandages.
“The blood has stopped, this is the trace of burns…” Ye Fan frowned and asked, “Who treated him for the wound?”
A man stepped forward and said, “Mr. Ye, it’s me, I’m the director of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and I’ve also studied Western medicine. The head’s abdomen was directly pierced by a scorching infuriating qi, and his organs were damaged. True Qi was forcibly hung, and it was gone on the spot.”
Ye Fan stretched out his hand and touched Ling Baiguang’s veins, and then his expression became even more solemn.
“Ye Fan, how is my father, is there any help?” Ling Yuwei asked anxiously.
Ye Fan didn’t speak for a long time and was silent.
Su Qingxue was also in a hurry, “Husband, just say something, time waits for no one, if you can rescue sooner, do it sooner.”
Ye Fan shook his head, “The medical director of Shushan has already handled it to the limit. With Sect Master Ling’s injury, it is already a miracle that he can survive until now.
I think… Sect Master Ling still can’t let go . Some things, so keep forcibly continuing your life…”
As soon as these words came out, Ling Yuwei and many people present became even more sad.
“By the way, what about Elder Ling? Why is he not here?” Ye Fan found that Ling Qingfeng was not in Shushan.
“Master, the old man is already on his way back, I am afraid that the head senior brother also wants to see the master and see Xiaobai again, and he has persisted until now,” Li Lihong said.
At this moment, Ling Baiguang suddenly coughed and slowly opened his eyes.
“I heard… Xiaobai’s voice…”
Jiang Xiaobai raised his head sharply, tears could not stop falling, “Master! Master, I’m back! I’m here! How are you, Master?”
Ling Baiguang’s face, It seems to look a little better, with a little blood.
But many people are even more sad when they see this scene, this is clearly a sign of returning to light!
“Xiao Bai… Listen, in the future… don’t go back to Shushan…” Ling Baiguang said weakly.
When Jiang Xiaobai heard this, he was a little stunned, “Why… why master…”
“You just follow Mr. Ye and learn from him. No matter what happens to Shushan… it has nothing to do with you in the future… Do you know…” Ling Baiguang said.
Jiang Xiaobai cried and shook his head, “I don’t want it! I like Shushan! I want to come back! Master, I won’t be lazy in the future! I really know I’m wrong!
Master, please get better soon! I will get up early to practice swordsmanship every day, I will Read the book well, I won’t make you angry anymore!
I really really know what’s wrong… master… don’t leave me, okay… I have no relatives since I was a child, you are my only relative…”
Ling Baiguang He blinked, and a tear slid from his eyes onto the pillow.
“You don’t even listen to the last words of the master…” Ling Baiguang said.
“I…” Jiang Xiaobai was at a loss for words, his round face was full of bitterness.
The people in Shushan next to them couldn’t bear to watch more, and some of the female disciples even burst into tears.
Everyone knew very well that Jiang Xiaobai was raised by Ling Baiguang as half a son. Although he usually scolded him the most, he was actually his most beloved disciple.
Now that Shushan is in danger, and the opponent is so terrifying, he wants Jiang Xiaobai and Ye Fan to leave Shushan, obviously to preserve the incense of Shushan, so that his most proud disciple can live well with Shushan’s unique skills.
When Ling Baiguang opened his eyes again, he was already looking at Ye Fan, and there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, “Mr. Ye… I really didn’t see you wrong, Xiaobai has only grown up a lot after being with you for a while.”
Ye Fan laughed at himself, “It has nothing to do with me, Sect Leader Ling, you are overrated.” zgsgq6gphwsr6vecaooqaxzxulnoykhfto4tfxtir2or1vr37ffz48qmxtl/au9bce7heuymvlmdayuf9rxf3q==
“I didn’t expect it would be like this when we meet again… Ling, there is a request, I hope Mr. Ye can grant me…” Ling Baiguang’s eyes were filled with deep meaning and expectation.
[End of this Chapter]
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