When Ye Han walked to the ward, he had not stepped in yet. He only felt blood stagnated in his internal organs, which made him feel like he was suffering from pain in an instant, his face turned pale, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

This shocked Yi Moyao and Xu Fei. Ye Han took a deep breath and pushed the door and entered the ward.

"What's wrong with him?" Yi Moyao couldn't help but ask the talented man next to him. The talented man had a bad impression of Yi Moyao. This woman was too savage. He said indiscriminately. He said coldly, "Compared to some people saying that Ye Han did nothing, I actually want to ask you, he always cared for Xu Si. What have you done for her? Apart from accusing Ye Han of arrogance here, what else have you done? Do you want to know what Ye Han did? I tell you that in the past two days, he has been born and died and fought bloodyly in order to bring Xu Huaiming's family to the law to avenge Xu Si. Now, the evidence about Xu Huaiming's crime has been passed back to the country. Ye Han suffered injuries just to protect the evidence. Do you know how painful the injury he suffered? He was so painful that tears fell and rolled on the ground!"

Yi Moyao took a breath and felt guilty. How painful it was? Ye Han, she knew a little, that even if he cut his flesh with a knife, he would not be so painful that he would roll on the ground.

Xu Fei's eyes were red. These days, the one he hated the most was Xu Huaiming's family. He also cheered for Ye Han to kill Xu Huaiming's grandmother and sister. But when his sister ended up like this, he hated even his grandfather, Mr. Song. He hated Mr. Song for allowing Mr. Xu Huaiming's family to continue to be free.

He also understood that Xu Huaiming's family was deeply rooted, and it was indeed not something that my grandfather could say that he could defeat him. However, he felt aggrieved!

However, he did not expect that it was Brother Ye Han who he admired the most. He silently found evidence to overthrow Xu Huaiming.

"Why did Ye Han suddenly arrive here? So fast?" Yi Moyao suddenly felt very strange and asked. The talented man naturally would not say that he and Ye Han belong to Guoan, but just said vaguely: "It was arranged by Mr. Song."

As soon as Ye Han entered the ward, Xu Tong broke away from Xu's father's arms and ran over to Ye Han with tears in his eyes. He cried and said, "Dad, mom ignores me..." Ye Han picked her up, and a huge sadness surged up, and his tears fell out.

At this time, Ye Han ignored Xu's father and sat by the bed holding Xu Tong. He held Xu Si's hand with one hand. Her hands had begun to become dry, dry and cold. He was no longer as elastic and smooth as he was intact.

Xu Tong's crying even more tear Ye Han's heart. He raised his head, wanting not to let the tears fall, but he couldn't help it. Xu's father saw all this and sighed heavily, knowing that the young man in front of him really liked Xu Si. It would be better for him to be like this, and his daughter would get him to such a level. He turned around and left the ward silently.

Xu Tong had been crying for a long time, and with Ye Han's support, she fell asleep in Ye Han's arms soon. Her little face was so tender, sad and happy, and she might have thought that her mother was just asleep. But she didn't realize that her mother was about to leave forever.

The ward was quiet! The people on the bed were so weak that they almost didn't have life. The sunlight outside the window was even brighter, and the wind blew in with the fragrance of gardenia. If the people on the bed were still bright and charming, the scenery would make him so happy.

Ye Han stared at Xu Si on the bed, hoping that a miracle would happen. She suddenly woke up and shouted at him, Ye Han! He opened his mouth and found that his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.

Thinking of something, Ye Han gently put Xu Tong to Xu Si's side and covered Xu Tong with a quilt. Then he left the ward. Xu Fei and his family were guarding outside the door. Ye Han opened the door and everyone stood up.

Ye Han didn't look at them and said to the talented man on the side: "Help me download a song, um..." He thought about it carefully and said: "Silk Road!"

The talented man nodded and was about to go to do it, Xu Fei handed out his cell phone and said, "Brother Ye Han, I have it on it, I know this is what my sister likes to hear the most." Ye Han didn't even look at Xu Fei, picked up the phone, turned around and entered the ward, and closed the door again. Ye Han is extremely rude now. But no one would blame him!

The gentle and beautiful music sounded in the ward.

If wandering is your talent

Then you must be my most beautiful pursuit

If love is your nostalgia

Should I be satisfied if I have it?

Who took me on the lonely Silk Road

Chasing your steps

Who took me away from the lonely Silk Road

Feel your temperature

I burst into tears into the lake above the Tianshan Mountains

Let you camp and stay when you are tired

Ye Han's mind was full of that night. Xu Si snuggled in his arms, cute and charming. The two of them listened to the song repeatedly, and finally fell asleep in such a melody. When he woke up and was able to hug her, he felt so happy at that time.

At night, a white candle was lit in Xu Si's room. The door was wide open, and Xu Fei's family and Ye Han were silently guarding the hospital bed. They all knew that Xu Si's life was about to come to an end.

At nine o'clock in the evening, American time, Yang Zhiqi from the Consulate brought a person into the ward. Everyone was in sorrow that they could only hear a Buddha's chant, Amitabha! This Buddha's chant was thick and upright, just like the Buddha's voice of the Buddha in the West, making people feel kind and peaceful when they heard it!

When everyone turned around, Ye Han saw a master wearing a white monk's robe and shoes standing behind Yang Zhiqi. That's right, it was a master. When he saw him, he would only think of the word "master".

The master has a ring seal on his head, and he looks only thirty years old and is very young. But he has a kind of wisdom left by time in his eyes.

With kind eyes and white eyebrows, the white eyebrows are drooping! The fairy spirit of Taoist Master Qingsong, who is the true immortal on the land, is simply a child's mess.

When people are in danger, they are always willing to believe that the Buddha exists! Seeing this master, Ye Han, Xu Fei and his family ignited strong hope.

According to Yang Zhiqi, the master's Dharma name Wuwei does not belong to Shaolin or any temple. No one knows what comes from there. Master Wuwei once worked as a health consultant in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and *** respectfully called him Wuwei Living Buddha. At that time, the master was over 60 years old, but now, the master of 120 is still the same as before, and he is like a monster.

Master Wuwei and Mr. Song were old friends, and this time they made a special trip to visit Mr. Song. Mr. Song was worried about Xu Si's situation. Master Wuwei saw it at a glance and asked why. Mr. Song then told him about Xu Si's situation. Master Wuwei said that he might have a way. At this moment, Mr. Song arranged a private plane and sent Master Wuwei over overnight.

Yi Moyao is an atheist. Now Master Wuwei says he can cure his sister. She really feels that her world has been subverted. Should Master Wuwei be like a god in a mythical drama, with a holy light gushing out of his hands and shrouding the holy light, and his sister will be intact?

Master Wuwei's eyes swept across everyone, and finally fell on Ye Han's body, changed color slightly, sighed heavily, and said, "Little donor, you are such a serious killing disaster!"

"Huh?" Ye Han didn't understand why. Master Wuwei said: "Looking behind the little donor, the blood light soared into the sky, the killing was deep. The blood light brought purple air, but the little donor was a good person!"

Ye Han and his group were speechless. If it weren't for Xu Si's situation and Yang Zhiqi's introduction, they would probably have been bombarded with him as a charlatan.

What a mess of blood, purple light!

"Master, please save the patient!" Ye Han knew that Xu Si could not drag him down any longer. The master's breath was as pure as a baby, with a fragrance. Ye Han knew that the master's cultivation was definitely stronger than the white clothes he encountered in the hospital. Perhaps such a master really had a way to save Xu Si.

Master Wuwei nodded and stepped towards the bedside. Everyone moved aside. Master Wuwei turned Xu Si's eyelids and then put his palm on Xu Si's forehead.

Everyone held their breath, Yi Moyao thought the Holy Light was about to appear. Even Xiao Xu Tong didn't blink. However, after a while, the Holy Light did not appear. Master Wuwei took back his hand and said, "The symptoms of this female donor are congested in the brain, and his brain was severely damaged, so he cannot be operated."

Everyone looked at the master together. Obviously, this was nonsense, and even Xu Tong knew about this situation.

Master Wuwei glanced at everyone and said, "I do have a way to treat this female donor, but the female donor's situation is special. I need a master with the ability to transform the spirit." His eyes hit Ye Han and said, "Little donor, have you suffered internal injuries?"

Ye Han gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, just say, I can persist!"

Master Wuwei shook his head and said, "This will make you die. I will cure your internal injuries first." After that, he went out the door.

Ye Han hasn't heard that internal injuries can be cured by others. According to his understanding, he can only regulate his breathing by combining Chinese herbal medicine. Could it be that he has the true energy like white clothes, sitting cross-legged behind him, and his internal strength is transmitted?

There was no way. Seeing such a magical master, everyone's dream of martial arts was aroused. Xu's father stayed in the ward, and the rest followed Ye Han and the master, the talented man, the wretched man, followed the most.

When he arrived at the side hall of the consulate, Master Wuwei ordered Ye Han to stand. Then he stood behind Ye Han...

Yi Moyao and others watched with breath. Xiao Xutong also stretched his head. Master Wuwei's palm pressed against Ye Han's waist muscles. Ye Han could feel the shocking heat in his hands. It was not surprising that he could do it. At this moment, everyone saw Master Wuwei's solemn appearance. Suddenly, his other hand held his index finger and pressed it together, his lips trembled, and a word ol came out. This sound was like a big bell ringing in the temple. The air was vibrating. Yi Moyao and his men were numb by the sound.

The man stood in front of the temple's big bell and rang the bell violently. The sound made the bone marrow all over his body numb. This is what Ye Han, Yi Moyao and others felt.

Especially Ye Han, he felt that his limbs and bones were shaken by the sound, as if he was a horse and killed a chicken. His blood was shaking, and the initial pain was painful, and then he was indescribable. Master Wuwei's palm was swallowed and spit, and his dark force was different from Ye Han's dark force, and it was extremely gentle. Ye Han's dark force was spit out and killed.

This master is already despicable to the point of being able to practice dark energy to a gentle level.

Then, the master spitted six syllables in a row. Ommani, the six syllables are the six-character mantra of Buddhist exorcism. Each syllable exclaimed differently and burst out in the master's mouth, just like the sound of a temple bell ringing violently, shaking everyone's blood to the limbs and bones. Yi Moyao felt comfortable all over his body, and he actually felt ashamed of his lower body, as if he wanted to pee!
Chapter completed!