When Song Fan hugged Shen Zihan and got off the plane.

Shen Zihan's situation has gradually stabilized.

As if a patient with a fever, the fever had subsided. As for the condition, whether it is improving needs to be further observed.

'Could it be that drinking my blood also played some role?' Song Fan was suspicious in his heart.

However, the infected blood did not change in the slightest.

Soon, the two walked out of the airport.

Came to this foreign land.

"I have contacted the embassy and someone will come there soon to pick us up and arrange accommodation and other issues. Fan Yong on the side has already arranged everything properly.

"You can get me the address of Count Dybala first. Song Fan was a little impatient. I don't want to waste time here. "I went straight to him. ”

Fan Yong smiled bitterly: "Count Dybala, he is not a man. We can help make an appointment, I'm afraid I won't be able to go for a while. ”

Count Dybala is here, and his status is incomparable. It's the top layer of the top layer. It's not easy to see him.

"What else is the appointment?" Song Fan frowned. "Give me the address directly, and I'll go to him personally. Who can stop me?"

Fan Yong was afraid of Song Fan's this.

"Mr. Song, the matter has not yet reached that time, so there is no need to be so rash. Even if you're leaving, you're still keeping a low profile on someone else's territory. ”

"As far as we know. The vampire clan, Count Dybala's strength, is not the strongest. In this country, there are many mysterious top powerhouses sitting in the town. ”

"It's too big, I'm afraid it won't end well. Maybe it will hurt Miss Shen. ”

Fan Yong persuaded bitterly. I hope to contact Count Dybala in a normal way and through channels.

Although there is little hope, things may not always be reconciled. But Fan Yong received instructions from above, and still wanted a more official approach. Instead of coming here and acting recklessly.

"Okay. I'll give you a day to prepare. Song Fan looked at Shen Zihan, who was temporarily fine, so he relented. "If it's a day, you can't handle it. I'll call for it myself. You just have to tell me, the address of Count Dybala. ”

Fan Yong nodded. That's all it takes.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song. We will do our best!"

The world is bustling, all for profit!

There are no eternal enemies.

Fan Yong was also given sufficient conditions for negotiation. As long as Count Dybala is not a fool, he will not insist on going against a behemoth like Huaguo.

The two of them were standing and waiting for the train—

Suddenly, an old man who came out of the airport glanced at Shen Zihan in Song Fan's arms.

Exclaimed: "The infected in the East!?"

Hearing this, Song Fan and Fan Yong were also shocked at the same time, and turned their heads to look at this foreign old man.

Wearing a crumpled suit, the gray hair on his head is sparse, and his face is wrinkled and aging. It's no different from an ordinary old man.

A pair of cloudy eyes, blank and lazy. However, when he stared at Shen Zihan, he made a trace of strangeness.

"Old man, can you tell?" Song Fan was a little surprised. This old man, at a glance, can see that Shen Zihan is infected?

The infected in his mouth, needless to say, must be related to vampires.

The old man nodded.

"This kind of thing, it's all too common. This place of yours is known as the home of vampires. ”

The old man smiled bitterly.

"It's just that infected people in the East are rarely seen. After all, rejection is quite severe. It is not easy for her to survive and survive. ”

Ten infected people in the East, generally nine die.

Therefore, this unique race, which exists only in the West, and the unique constitution of the East, is naturally isolated from it—but at the cost of death.

Song Fan looked at the sleeping Shen Zihan, who was on the plane just now, but in fact, his life was hanging by a thread.

"Young man. She's already infected. Why did you bring her here?" the old man said curiously.

"I want to heal her!" Song Fan said firmly.

"Healing!?" the old man smiled. Pointing to the city, the crowds coming and going. "You look at them – half of the people in this city, even in this country, have become infected. There is no cure. ”

"It's like a virus. Unless the host dies. However, it is not easy to become an infected person, even if you want to die. ”

Song Fan came here to find a solution.

Seeing Song Fan's firm and resolute expression, he was even ready to turn around and leave.

The old man thought for a moment, and then said, "Young man, do you believe me? ”

"You!?" Song Fan looked at the strange old man suspiciously. "How can you help me?"

"I have a small clinic here. The old man said. "In fact, first-time infected people have a slim chance of recovery. I have developed a unique serum. ”

Hearing this, not only Song Fan, but even Fan Yong couldn't help but be surprised.

"Old man, who are you?" Fan Yong felt incredulous. This old man will have a healing serum in his hands?

This is not something that ordinary people can develop.

"My name is Charlie!" the old man smiled bitterly, "in a sense, our goals are the same. ”

"You want to heal the lover in your arms, and I want to heal the country!"

Old man Charlie turned around and walked slowly on crutches: "Come to me." I have no ill will. ”

"Charlie?" Fan Yong didn't ask for the old man's full name, but he just felt that although Charlie was ordinary, he seemed to have some impressions.

Song Fan thought about it, anyway, he wouldn't see Count Dybala here for a while. Just go and see.

Although there is little hope, if this old man really has a way?

"I'll take a look. Song Fan said to Fan Yong, "You continue to arrange the next trip." ”

"Let's split up!"

Fan Yong nodded. "Then be careful. Feel free to contact me!"

The two were at the airport, temporarily separated.

Song Fan got into Old Man Charlie's classic car and drove slowly towards the city center.

As old Charlie said, he has a small clinic.

When Song Fan got out of the car, he saw the townhouse clinic on the dilapidated street.

It's really small enough.

"Come in. ”

It's like a small storefront, and the door isn't even locked. The old man pushed the door open.

Song Fan hugged Shen Zihan and followed in.

"Put her in a hospital bed. I'll be fine right away. Old man Charlie burrowed into a small room in the back, and seemed to rummage through it.

The beds are fairly clean and tidy. There was also the smell of disinfectant on it.

Song Fan put Shen Zihan, who was sleeping in a coma, on the hospital bed.

The heart is rough and uneasy.

After a while, the old man returned again.

Holding a tray with needles and potions and the like.

Old man Charlie picked up the needle and planned to give Shen Zihan an injection.

"Wait!What are you?" Song Fan didn't dare to casually let a stranger move Shen Zihan's needle.

Who knows what's inside?

"This is the serum of the rare healer. Old man Charlie said. "I refined it, but it took me a lifetime. ”

It is not an exaggeration to say that these serums are invaluable.

"I'll take a look......" Song Fan wanted to come over and take a closer look.

"You know that, too?" said Charlie.

Song Fan briefly checked it, and there really didn't seem to be any problem with this injection. It's serum, indeed.

looked at Shen Zihan who was unconscious again.

"Okay. Song Fan said loosely.

I had to gamble.