Chapter Twenty-Eight: Loss of Desire to Survive

When the glamour fog gradually dissipated, Leng Xingyun heard the cries of green-headed red clams, and suddenly the center was faintly uneasy, so he chased after the cries.

Coincidentally, I met Qian, Feng, and Shen, who were also attracted by the cry of the green-headed red clam.

Then they followed the cry to a cliff.

"Oh my god!" Qian Lang looked at a group of green-headed red clams jumping down the cliff and exclaimed, "This is also spectacular, isn't it?!" But then again, why did they jump off a cliff and kill themselves? ā€

Immediately after, he exclaimed, "! ā€

Pointing to a person in a ragged shirt and pants in the red clam group, kneeling on the ground with a knife and slowly putting the knife on his neck, "Who is this person?" Do you want to kill yourself with a green-headed red clam? ā€

"Zhang Fan!" Leng Xingyun blurted out, and at the same time rushed over at lightning speed, slashing at the back of Zhang Fan's neck with a palm knife, and Zhang Fan immediately fainted.

By this time, the three of them had already rushed over. Looking at the clothes and pants broken into strips of cloth, the shoes and socks are all gone, the hair is dirty and messy, the face is swollen and deformed, and there are dense people with large and small blisters.

"Leng Xingyun, are you sure he is really Zhang Fan?" Qian Lang was the first to question.

"How is that possible? Did you recognize the wrong person? Feng Wanyue also questioned.

"If it was him, how could he be like this? Could it be that he was poisoned by the green-headed red clam? Shen Wenbin asked.

Leng Xingyun glanced at the three of them, and finally looked at Qian Lang reproachfully, "If others can't recognize it, that's it, but you can't even recognize it?!" ā€

As soon as the words fell, he picked up Zhang Fan and left.

At this point, it's dusk.

Leng Xingyun led them to a cave, and as soon as he put Zhang Fanping on the ground, he heard Shen Wenbin sigh: "This stupid boy, even if he is poisoned by the green-headed red clam and disfigured, he will not have to kill himself!" Killing yourself will not solve any problems at all, but will make friends and relatives sad and sad. Alas! ā€

"Neither men nor women want to be disfigured." Feng Wanyue looked at Zhang Fan with pity, "Especially a sunny and handsome boy like him, he was disfigured and disfigured to be such an ugly self, and his life was ruined, how could he have the courage to face it?" ā€

Leng Xingyun shook his head, looking at Zhang Fan with compassion at the swelling on his face and body, as well as the bubbles, all subsided, and he returned to normal on the surface.

He sighed and said heavily, "Self-murder is not because of disfigurement; He may not even have known it was disfigured at the time. And now, his poison has been cured; But the pulse is ethereal and weak, and the breath is like a gossamer; It's clear that the desire to survive has been lost! ā€

"How so?" The three of them spoke in unison, and then Qian Lang asked suspiciously: "It's only been a few hours apart, why did he suddenly lose his desire to survive?" ā€

"In just a few moments, it is possible to change a person's life, let alone a few hours." Then, Leng Xingyun repeated what he said to Qian Lang.

At the end, Leng Xingyun explained: "Therefore, Zhang Fan was not only poisoned by the green-headed red clam, but also because of the mixture of the charm mist and the toxin, Zhang Fan had extremely terrible and painful hallucinations in his mind. As a result, he had to kill himself to get free. ā€

"Oh my God!" Feng Wanyue was surprised: "I don't know what kind of hallucination can make a big boy with a healthy family and a sunny and cheerful lose his desire to survive?" ā€

After a few people were silent for a while, Leng Xingyun said slowly: "If he can get rid of the influence of the hallucination on him and regain his desire to survive, he will probably wake up at dawn." ā€

"What if you can't?" Qian Lang asked.

"Continued coma, weak and dying!" Leng Xingyun replied.

"What then?" Qian Lang hurriedly said: "We can't just watch him kill himself!" ā€

"There's no hurry." Leng Xingyun said lightly: "I'll look after dawn." ā€

"Not in a hurry?" Feng Wanyue snorted coldly: "Looking at your light and breezy appearance, I know that you will not worry about others at all." But you're not in a hurry, we're in a hurry! ā€

"Hurry, is it useful?" Leng Xingyun asked, "Do you have a way?" ā€

"I ......" Of course, Feng Wanyue had no choice, and she couldn't answer, so she asked rhetorically: "Do you have a way?" ā€

"Yes." Leng Xingyun said with a serious face: "Now is not the time, I will tell you what to do when I arrive." ā€

"Why isn't it the right time?" Feng Wanyue asked in a very bad tone: "Why is there a way not to use it, I have to wait for tomorrow?" ā€

"The reason I said just now, if he can wake up on his own, why bother?" Leng Xingyun replied lightly.

"What?" Feng Wanyue glared at him angrily, "Wouldn't it be good to wake him up earlier?" You even say it's too much? ā€

"Out of context, unreasonable." Cold Nebula Road.

"You're unreasonable! You ......"

"Does it make sense for you to argue like that?" Shen Wenbin interrupted Feng Wanyue's words and pushed his glasses: "I believe that everyone's eagerness to let Zhang Fan wake up as soon as possible is the same.

Although I don't know what kind of method Leng Xingyun will use to restore Zhang Fan's desire to survive, I think he doesn't do it now, there must be a reason that we don't know and he doesn't want to say.

Maybe Zhang Fan will wake up by himself, if not, I believe that since Leng Xingyun has left, he can come back to help us, and he will definitely not sit idly by and ignore Zhang Fan's affairs. It's better for everyone to relax and wait for the results. ā€

Feng Wanyue didn't know whether to listen to Shen Wenbin's words or not, believing Leng Xingyun, so she asked Qian Lang with her eyes, and Shen Wenbin also looked at Qian Lang.

At this time, Qian Lang no longer had the intention of being poor, and said with a serious face: "I believe that Leng Xingyun will really have a way by that time." ā€

Feng Wanyue was completely speechless, and could only wait helplessly for the result.

The night was long, but it was dawn in the blink of an eye.

"Zhang Fan? Zhang Fan wake up, don't sleep at dawn, get up and eat something, let's continue to hurry. In two more days, we will be able to reach the Hantan Cave to collect the Immortal Flower. Do you hear that? Wake up! ā€

The three of them took turns calling Zhang Fan, and Leng Xingyun was checking Zhang Fan's pulse.

"it! He seems to be out of breath! Qian Lang tested Zhang Fan's breathing.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Leng Xingyun glanced at Qian Lang reproachfully, "He's still alive." ā€

"I'm out of breath!" Qian Lang's eyes widened, tears rolled in his eyes in his eyes, and he shouted: "I believe in you so much, but can you do it?" Have you ever studied medicine? Will it take the pulse? ā€

"I didn't specialize in medicine, but I just read ancient medical books and taught myself some skin." Leng Xingyun replied honestly, and said by the way: "If you think I can't do it, you can do it!" ā€

"I—I thought, the point is that I haven't studied! Alas! Qian Lang was embarrassed and helpless, and then asked: "Then what is his situation now?" ā€

Leng Xingyun didn't answer and asked: "Which of you brought a needle?" ā€

"Needle?" The three of them were full of questions, and they said in unison: "What needle?" ā€

"Sewing needle." Leng Nebula replied.

"I brought it." Feng Wanyue said.

"I brought it too." Qian Lang and Shen Wenbin said at the same time.

The three of them took out sewing boxes from their respective equipment bags one after another.