Chapter 49: Saving People

Yan Bo was flying wildly on the road for more than 130 yards, and along the way, regardless of whether the red light was red or not, regardless of the speed limit, fortunately, there were not many people on the road at this point.

The engine of the car "banged" wildly...... Zhang Yi was in the back, taking care of Wang Fan while pointing out the way to Yan Bo. On the way, Zhang Yi also made a phone call to inform Mr. Liu.

"Hiss......" Yan Bo stepped on a sudden brake, and the tires rubbed violently against the ground, rubbing a long black mark.

Yan Bo parked the car, didn't turn off the engine, and got out of the car directly and hugged Wang Fan out.

At this time, Wang Fan's face was not bloody, his anger was like a gossamer, his eyes were white, his lips were purple, his left shoulder had been wrapped by Zhang Yi, and the blood was dripping down drop by drop, but the color of the blood was green, and the flesh near the wound on his left shoulder had turned green.

The mad corpse's fingernails are poisonous!

Yan Bo was silent, and ran to the place where Yan Buliu lived with Wang Fan in his arms.

After running there, he found that the door was already open in the place where Yan Buliu lived, and Mr. Liu was standing at the door waiting anxiously, and when he saw Yan Bo coming in with Wang Fan in his arms, he hurriedly said, "Quick, come in!" ”

Yan Bo carried Wang Fan into Yan Buliu's medical hall and put Wang Fan on the table, and Zhang Yi then came in and put Wang Fan's arm on the table.

Yan Buliu first pierced a few silver needles on Wang Fan's various acupoints, and then stared at Wang Fan on the table and drank wine one by one.

………… A few minutes passed!

"Big brother! You're here to save people! Yan Bo said eagerly.

Yan Buliu glanced at Yan Bo and said impatiently: "What is the young man anxious about?" I'm afraid you haven't heard of my strict name! As long as you don't send someone who is dead or dying, I will be able to save him. ”

Mr. Liu saw that Yan fluctuated and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, so he interjected and said, "Abo, believe him!" Rest assured! ”

When Yan Bo heard Mr. Liu say this, he could only swallow back what he wanted to say.

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Yan Buliu looked at Zhang Yi expressionlessly as if he was thinking about something, and soon Yan Buliu drank all the wine in his hand!

"Go out first! I didn't ask you to come in, so don't come in......," Yan Buliu threw the bottle in his hand and said to Mr. Liu and his party.

Mr. Liu and his entourage were driven out by Yan Buliu.

Mr. Liu sighed slightly and said to Zhang Yi: "You go to the hospital first!" Treat the wound on your leg first. ”

Mr. Liu said that it was okay, and as soon as he said that Zhang Yi remembered that he had been shot in the thigh. As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Yi hugged his injured thigh and screamed.

When he came to the hospital, Zhang Yi directly operated on the bullet in his thigh, and the doctor who performed the operation was not surprised to remove the bullet, it seemed that Mr. Liu had greeted the people in the hospital.

After Zhang Yi took out the bullet, Mr. Liu directly threw Zhang Yi to the same ward as Zifeng Daoist, and let the two of them go together, halfway Zhang Yi also asked Mr. Liu to go to the broken house to see if the pistol man was still there, Mr. Liu sent someone over to see if the person was long gone, and everyone could only sigh at this.

At the end of the night, a new day begins.

Early in the morning, Yan Bo bought it and came over early. Zhang Yi was eating breakfast on the bed and asked, "Abo, what's wrong with Brother Fan?" ”

Apo shook his head and said, "No news, I waited at the door of Yan Buliu all night last night, and I still didn't see Yan Buliu come out." Do you say that this Yan Buliu will ......" Yan Bo didn't say the rest of the words, but Yan Bo's tone was full of distrust of Yan Buliu.

At this time, Zifeng Daoist spoke: "If even Yan Buliu can't save him, then no one can save him." Trust him! ”

Yan Bo just nodded silently after listening to Daoist Zifeng's words.

In an ordinary room, a man with a plain and inconspicuous appearance was kneeling on one knee to report to a man in front of him who was facing away from him.

"It's okay, it's gone, it's gone, it's the information that matters. It seems that our experiment was successful, Pseudo-Ghost King...... Very good! ”

"Congratulations to the sect leader" The mediocre-looking man slapped his ass.

"Sect Master, what should we do with the man with a gun we found in a broken house in the suburbs?" The mediocre-looking man continued.

The person who was called the sect leader turned around, Sven's face, the temperament of the superior, he was the sect leader of the Wanping Sect.

The sect leader of the Wanping Sect pondered for a moment and said, "Bring him in, I'll talk to him." ”

Day after day went on for two days in a row. In the past two days, Zhang Yi has been able to go to the ground, and he still has a little pain when he walks, but it is not too much of a hindrance. As for the Zifeng Daoist, he has already been fine, after all, the Tao is there. And in the past two days, Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist have also chatted with each other.

And today Mr. Liu also called and said that Yan would not stay out.

Zhang Yi and Zifeng Daoist were picked up by Yan Bo and came to the place where Yan Buliu lived. When I walked in, I found that Wang Fan was still lying on the table, but it was not the same as before, his face was slightly bloody, his arms were also connected, and his chest was slightly undulating.

Daoist Zifeng opened his mouth and asked Mr. Liu, "Monk, how is he?" ”

Mr. Liu sighed and said, "I just arrived, and I don't know the specifics. Ask if you don't stay! ”

Everyone turned their heads and found that Yan Bujiu had thick dark circles on his face, and he was tired, his eyes were closed and he was lying on the sofa on his back, as if he had just rested.

Before everyone could speak, Yan Buliu, who was lying on the sofa, took the lead and said: "It's okay, my life has been saved, don't worry!" However............ "Yan Buliu is silent."

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Zhang Yi found that Yan Buliu liked to sell guanzi very much, and he spoke halfway, such as the last time he was hit by the Shangyu lock gas needle, it was the same!!

Zifeng Daoist raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yan Buliu with a calm face.

Yan Buliu was uncomfortable with the quilt, so he had to speak: "Life is here, the poison is cleared, and the arm is also connected, but the meridians on the arm are corroded by the poison beyond recognition, although I have been connected, and my daily life will not be affected, but the monk will not be able to ...... in this life."

Wang Fan's arm meridians were destroyed, which means that this arm will no longer be able to conduct qi in the future, and if it can't conduct qi, then he can only be an ordinary person, and there is no way to fight anymore.

Yan Buliu said this, and the atmosphere in the house was immersed. Zhang Yi and Yan Bo looked at Wang Fan lying on the table, not knowing what they were thinking......

Wang Fan became like this in order to save them, although his life was saved, but if Wang Fan knew about it after waking up, I am afraid that he would ......

Zhang Yi stepped forward and grabbed Yan Buliu's shoulders and asked loudly, "Is there really no way?" You can even solve the Yu lock gas needle, you must have a way to do this kind of thing. You're selling off the guanzi and whetting our appetite, aren't you? ”

Yan Buliu turned his head sideways to avoid Zhang Yi's gaze and said helplessly: "The two are different, your Shangyu Lock Air Needle is equivalent to being blocked on the road, just remove these obstacles." And the meridians on the monk's arm are equivalent to the road being destroyed, and the only way to do it is to rebuild the road. If you want to recreate the muscles for the monk, unless you use the legendary heavenly treasures............ Wait a minute............"

Yan Buliu stopped talking abruptly, almost thinking about something.

Within a few seconds, Yan Buliu raised his head violently, startling Zhang Yi. Yan Buliu took away Zhang Yi's hand on his shoulder and said, "There is another way to heal the monk's arm." ”