Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Silent White Coat
The First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangbei University School of Medicine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
In a luxurious ward specially prepared for senior cadres, Yang Fan was lying on the hospital bed on all fours, at the mercy of a group of white coats.
In fact, Yang Fan had already woken up when he was carried into the ambulance, but he pursued a low-key principle and didn't want to expose his strength too much, so he simply continued to pretend to be dizzy, and he didn't wake up until now.
The reason why Yang Fan continued to pretend to be faint and wanted to keep a low profile was only one of the reasons, and the key reason was that he didn't want to deal with Zeng Ziyi and her grandfather Zeng Wanli.
Yang Fan is not stupid, until now, if he still thinks that the few gunmen who want to kill him are the Yellow Rank Killer Huang 148 of the Night Ghost, then he should not be confused, and directly buy a ticket to go back to Yangshugou.
Huang 148 should be only one person, a killer of his level will not easily trust others, not to mention that he has a lot of gunmen, plus Zeng Ziyi's secret arrangement to protect Yang Fan's power did not appear inexplicably, if it is not a problem within the military, it is Zeng Ziyi who wants his own life.
Obviously, before Yang Fan cured Zeng Wanli's heart disease, Zeng Ziyi would not want his life, then there were other people who wanted his life, but he and the people in the military had no grievances, presumably the real purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes was to want Zeng Wanli's life, as long as Yang Fan was killed, Zeng Wanli's heart disease would be incurable, such an obvious thing was not only Zeng Ziyi could think of, Yang Fan could also figure it out.
It is precisely because of this that Yang Fan is very unhappy Zeng Wanli Zeng Ziyi and the two grandchildren, the enemy you specially provoked, just let Lao Tzu top the tank for you, if your butt can't be wiped clean, then don't want Lao Tzu to treat you anymore.
However, always pretending to be unconscious is not a solution, because Yang Fan is hungry again.
Every time after consuming a large amount of true qi or physical strength, Yang Fan would be extremely hungry, so he woke up gorgeously from his coma, and as soon as he woke up, he said to Zeng Ziyi, who was guarding beside him: "I'm hungry, get me three ...... Thirty pounds of beef. ”
Yang Fan originally wanted to say that he would get three catties of ginseng, but after thinking about it, he still changed it to beef, if he chewed ginseng in front of Zeng Ziyi, it would definitely make this girl suspect that she had stolen the medicinal materials for Zeng Wanli's treatment, that would be not good, and she still wanted to find some compensation for her injuries from Old Man Zeng, the less people knew the secret, the better.
Thirty catties of beef, Yang Fan ate it in less than ten minutes, watching Yang Fan eat a large bag of beef cleanly, including Zeng Ziyi, everyone who saw this scene was stupid, is this mud horse still a human, can it be eaten more than a tiger, right?
After eating the beef, Yang Fan drank two more buckets of five-pound milk, a total of forty catties of things, and Yang Fan didn't even get seventy percent full after eating.
In order not to be shocking to the world, Yang Fan is still embarrassed to ask for it anymore, his skills have grown, and his requirements for food are also high, if he wants to be full, ordinary food can no longer meet Yang Fan's needs, and he has to be a high-grade medicinal material such as ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum.
"Hey, when you open a Chinese medicine shop, you can eat as much as you want, and eat your own, and it won't arouse the suspicion of others." Yang Fan pondered his thoughts while closing his eyes to recuperate, he was indeed a little overdrawn this time, whether it was physical strength or mental strength, he was squeezed to the point that there was nothing left, if it weren't for the nameless exercises to transform his body, Yang Fan would have to hurt the origin this time.
"Yang Fan, how are you feeling now?" Seeing that Yang Fan closed his eyes again after eating, Zeng Ziyi next to him asked cautiously.
"I'm tired and want to rest for a while, so you all go out." Yang Fan said weakly, he didn't want to talk so much to Zeng Ziyi now, and he didn't want to know what was going on with the military, those bullshit things had nothing to do with him, when the ancestors of the Zeng family dealt with it, it was not too late to come to him again.
"Yang Fan, I'm very sorry for today's incident, there was a problem with the military leadership, someone transferred my special team, maybe someone wants to deal with ......"
Zeng Ziyi wanted to explain to Yang Fan, but was stopped by Yang Fan raising his hand in the middle of his words: "Okay, I don't want to know what happened, those things that are not for me to worry about, whose affairs are handled by themselves, I am very tired now, I want to rest, you go out." ”
Hearing Yang Fan's indifferent tone, Zeng Ziyi's tears almost fell, knowing that what Yang Fan said was the truth, but she just felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
Yang Fan is too faceless, he was so anxious when he heard that he was attacked, he was almost crazy, and even did not hesitate to let people control a few generals who were higher than her, but Yang Fan was now treating her with such an indifferent attitude, which made Zeng Ziyi both angry and frightened, and she even hoped that Yang Fan would still treat herself with that kind of angry attitude now, and she didn't want Yang Fan to become so indifferent.
In fact, Zeng Ziyi also knew that Yang Fan was right, the duel between the top military leaders was not something that a small person like Yang Fan could interfere with, or she Zeng Ziyi was not qualified, or even her grandfather Zeng Wanli, in the absence of clear evidence, may not be able to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, or bring down the mastermind behind the scenes.
The real battle is to see whose fist is hard, the fist is the truth, and the power is the law, this is the reality, it is very cruel, but it is very practical, if anyone can't adapt to this law, they will go home as soon as possible to retire, as long as they give up the power in their hands, generally no one will be wiped out.
After Zeng Ziyi withdrew from the ward, Yang Fan began to silently run the nameless exercises, the true qi in his body was almost empty now, and only by replenishing a large amount of energy-rich food could he replenish the true qi in a short period of time.
In fact, the true qi is easy to replenish, but it is more difficult to recover the spirit, Yang Fan's nameless exercises now are only turning the energy in the food into his own energy - true qi, not cultivating the spirit, although the magic sound is an attack at the spiritual level, but after all, it is still true qi, not the legendary divine consciousness.
Therefore, Yang Fan can't go all out to cultivate now, and the cultivation of the Nameless Exercises is to rely on the mind to guide the True Qi to run, and Yang Fan's head is still hurting now, as long as he concentrates, the pain is terrible, and he can only let the Nameless Exercises run slowly and recover slowly between half asleep and half awake.
Half-asleep, I don't know how long it has been, the door of the ward opened quietly, and a doctor in a white coat gently walked into the ward, and then gently closed the door, and the whole process did not make a sound, even the two members of the special team who Zeng Ziyi arranged to be on duty outside the ward did not have a trace of movement.