"boom!"
The door was pushed open again, and two security guards appeared at the door.
"Director Qian," someone yelled, "The iron door on our floor is broken, and this person broke it! He didn't have a visit card, so he broke in!"
The call of the security guard made the doctor in the room calm down, and he immediately stepped forward and asked:
"Who are you? Who let you in?"
At this time, several other people in the room also woke up from the shock, with different reactions.
The middle-aged woman was so frightened that she took a few steps back.
Yang Qingchen's pretty face was full of disbelief, and he shouted: "Brother Yang, what are you doing?"
The middle-aged man looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in surprise, and suddenly understood something, with a hint of surprise and a hint of joy in his shock.
"This is my brother," he stood up and stopped Director Qian, with a smile on his face: "He just learned about my mother's illness and is a little anxious. Director Qian, don't mind."
He looked at the security guard again, clasped his fists and said, "I will pay double compensation for the damaged gate. Please forgive me, two masters."
Under his mediation, a storm came to nothing.
At this time, Yang Zhen was completely unaware of these movements. He was kneeling in front of the hospital bed, pressing his right hand on the old woman's forehead.
A stream of pure Qi was poured in to investigate the situation.
Immediately, my heart sank!
This is not a deterioration of a certain organ, but a failure of the entire body's functions!
The vitality is as weak as a hanging thread, and it will stretch and break at any time!
Consciousness is like a candle in the wind. As long as it is blown gently, it will become eternal silence.
In this case, even the life-extending pills from the world of immortality will not help!
In a word, the old man’s time has come!
Two lines of hot tears fell from the man's eyes.
"Why did I come back so late?" Yang Zhen was distraught and fell into deep self-blame.
It's so pitiful that more than twenty years have passed and countless worlds have passed, but I can still see my biological mother again. However, it was on this occasion, at this moment when we were about to be separated from the old man!
God, how you are teasing me!
Even if I were asked to come back three days early and have a few words with the old man, that would be fine!
Suddenly, something moved in his mind. If anyone else could prolong his mother's life, it was only the little fairy grass!
"Yiyi!" He shouted quickly in his mind.
"Brother, do you want me to save her?" Xiao Xiancao said crisply. The two of them had the same mind, but she still didn't know what Yang Zhen was thinking.
"Can you save her?" Yang Zhen felt happy.
"Is this old lady the mother of your world?" Yiyi asked quietly.
"Um!"
The little fairy grass fell silent. Just when Yang Zhen was feeling uneasy and it felt as if a century had passed, her voice sounded again in the sea of consciousness: "I can save her."
Yang Zhen was overjoyed and was about to say something when she heard Yiyi continue: "I can use Jie Qi Sheng Yun to extend her life, but..."
She hesitated and said: "This thing is very precious to us. Without it, we won't be able to return to the Jade Realm for the time being!"
Then, Xiao Xiancao explained in detail.
It turns out that the reason why Yiyi can travel across all realms is because of this kind of world energy. This thing is different from the energy of chaos, and it does not belong to any kind of spiritual energy. It is absolutely impossible to find this thing even in the world.
It is only produced in Yiyi's body. It is a magical thing derived from the little fairy grass with the help of the ancestral soil of creation. Every time Yiyi crosses the realm, she needs to consume this spiritual essence. In other words, this is what Yiyi truly relies on to travel across all realms.
It's just that the Little Immortal Grass is still very weak now, and not much of the Jie Qi Sheng Yun accumulated over the years has been left after she and Yang Zhen traveled back to Earth. It will take at least six or seven months to accumulate enough weight to help them return to the Jade Realm.
This is why Yang Zhen promised Zhao Yuer to come back in seven months before fighting Huang Ji.
This gas is an endless flow of energy that Yiyi draws from the universe. It contains the origin of heaven. Therefore, in addition to traveling through space, it also has many miraculous effects, including resurrecting the dead and renewing life.
"How long can it last?" Yang Zhen asked.
"The remaining portion cannot be divided any further. Either don't give it to me, or give it all to this old lady. It can probably extend her life by about seven years." Yiyi said:
"In these seven years, the old lady will be free from illness and disaster, but when the time comes, the world Qi Sheng Yun will be exhausted, and even gods will not be able to save her."
Seven years!
My mother is already eighty-nine this year. If she lives for another seven years, she will be ninety-six. In addition, her health will be fine in the next few years. She will have no problem eating, drinking, and playing, and she will not suffer.
This is an extra seven years of life, for which Yang Zhen is satisfied.
After all, his mother is only a mortal, and he does not expect the old man to live forever. The past few years are enough to make up for the shortcomings in his heart.
"When all the world Qi Sheng Yun is consumed, will there be any other impact on you?"
"Other than being temporarily unable to travel, there are no other consequences."
"How long will it take for us to accumulate enough weight to return to the Jade Realm?"
"This step from scratch takes the longest, almost seven years." Xiao Xiancao replied, and then reminded: "Sister Yue'er, you are still waiting for us!"
"This..." Yang Zhen hesitated.
He kept pressing his right hand on his mother's forehead. As long as his true energy was not extinguished, the old man's life would not be in danger in a short time.
Several other people in the room, under the dissuasion of the middle-aged man, just looked at him from afar curiously and did not step forward to interfere with his every move.
"Huang Ji has been killed by us," Yang Zhen's mind raced: "With Qin Mingyue's cultivation strength, there is no problem in controlling the political situation of Qin. I don't need to worry about her. After Yue'er returns to the sect, she has enough With the cultivation resources and the secret care of Senior Sister Zixue, there won’t be any danger. Besides, there is also Xiao Qingshi’s escape route..."
"Xiao Ling, Caiyun, Liu Rou, etc., if they stay in space, they won't cause any trouble..."
"Seven years, for us monks, is just a few more retreats. Maybe by then, Yue'er will already be a real Jindan..."
"I was traveling through the Qinling Mountains that day, and I didn't even say goodbye to my parents. This has always been the biggest regret in my heart. At this time, my mother's life was hanging by a thread. Since I had this method of prolonging her life, what if I gave up and didn't use it? Aren’t you going to regret it for the rest of your life?”
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen no longer hesitated and said to the little fairy grass: "Yiyi, please save my mother's life."
"good."
…
An invisible and colorless air flow passed through Yang Zhen's fingertips and slowly flowed into the old man's body.
As if after a long drought, the dead trees are reborn. The naked eye can see that the old man's dry cheeks are slowly getting a trace of blood, and the light brown age spots are like snow in the sun, gradually becoming lighter and finally disappearing completely.
The gray hair returned to black silk, and the weak breathing gradually became strong and steady.
Only the conscious part needs to be simmered slowly to re-stimulate his memory without causing widespread amnesia. Therefore, the old man is still in a deep sleep at this time.
Yang Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief.
At the same time, a deep tiredness came to my heart, which did not come from myself, but from the fairy grass.
"Yiyi, thank you!" the man said affectionately.
"Brother, you're welcome," Xiao Xiancao said sweetly, "Don't forget to take me to eat something delicious!"
"Yeah!" Yang Zhen nodded vigorously.
…
inside the house
Director Qian stared blankly at the ECG monitor next to the hospital bed.
In the data displayed above, the patient's heart rate is slowly climbing from 40 to 60, his breathing has returned to 15, his blood oxygen has stabilized at 99, and his blood pressure has returned to the normal range.
This is not a flashback, this is an old man on his deathbed——
Back from the dead!
How can this be?
It simply overturned his understanding of human medicine!
Could it be that I misdiagnosed?
No, absolutely impossible!
With thirty years of medical experience, there is no way that someone like me can't tell the difference between a dying person!
Is it because of this young man who rushed in?
this……
At this moment, the young man stood up tiredly and said to everyone:
"Let the old lady have a good night's rest and don't disturb her. She will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
After saying that, the young man passed by him and walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute -" Director Qian shouted hurriedly: "What did you just do?"
The young man paused, turned around, glanced at him, nodded slightly, and then continued moving forward.
The look was unremarkable, as if it was just to say hello to him, but in front of Director Qian's eyes, it seemed as if a scorching sun was passing by, and the blazing white light made him temporarily lose consciousness.
"Hey, wait a minute, we need to check the old man's body!" He suddenly woke up and shouted:
"What on earth did you do?"
"Don't leave-"
Under his leadership, the two security guards rushed outside together.
I saw several people gathered around the elevator entrance, discussing the collapsed iron door.
There was no trace of that young man, and his whereabouts had long since disappeared...
…
Yang Zhen was waiting next to the stone with the four characters "Chuya Hospital" written on it.
He knew that as his mother recovered from her dying state, there would inevitably be questions from people.
So, just walked away.
But before leaving, he quietly sent a message to the middle-aged man and asked him to meet here.
About an hour later, an off-road vehicle parked next to him, its window rolled down, revealing the smiling face of a middle-aged man.
"Brother, get in the car!"
Yang Zhen smiled, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
"My mother hasn't woken up yet, so Director Qian took someone to recheck her body. Everything is normal," the middle-aged man said.
"Yeah." Yang Zhen responded. The recovery speed of his spiritual consciousness is much faster than that of spiritual energy. He has already observed these situations clearly through his spiritual consciousness.
"Let's find a place to have something to eat. I've been hungry all day," the middle-aged man said with a self-deprecating smile: "I'm not like you, I'll get hungry if I don't eat even one meal!"
"Thank you for your hard work." Yang Zhen thanked her sincerely.
"You're welcome," the middle-aged man sighed softly: "It's been more than twenty years! To me, the old lady is my own mother and my relative here, no different from my biological parents."
"Where's my dad?" Yang Zhen asked.
"I left two years ago, very peacefully. I drank a glass of water and wine the night before, and then I fell asleep and didn't wake up."
This answer was expected by Yang Zhen. He was silent for a while and said again: "Thank you!"
While they were talking, the SUV had arrived at a restaurant. The middle-aged man stopped the car. The two got out of the car and were greeted by a clerk.
The restaurant was three stories high. The middle-aged man went straight to the top floor and opened a door. Outside was a terrace with parasols, tables, chairs, an oven and other items.
The two of them sat down separately. After a while, the clerk lit the fire and brought several plates of raw meat, vegetables, drinks and other items on a cart. Then he bowed and left, and the door was closed.
"I have some shares in this place." The middle-aged man said as he put the skewered barbecue on the grill. At the same time, he poured himself and Yang Zhen a glass of beer each, and the two drank a glass of it.
"Brother," he said with a hearty smile: "Should I call you elder brother or younger brother?"
Thanks to my old friend for not slapping me in the face and making me feel uncomfortable, the driver’s monthly ticket support!
Thank you to book friend 20220504000906351 for your monthly ticket support!
Thank you Carrot!
(End of chapter)
