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- "Yes, this is the tradition of our Willis family. Our hearts are all black!" Qiangwei smiled instead of being angry.
"For what? If you want money and rights, then everything I have now can be given to you!" Yang Zongbao felt his strength drain from his body along with the blood.
Qiangwei looked at Yang Zongbao's pale face and said coldly: "I have a kidney here!"
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"You can use it to save those children!" Rose said seductively, opening and closing her red lips.
Yang Zongbao is indeed hesitant. As long as he agrees to Qiangwei, the three children will be saved. But if you agree, then
"Promise! That's three living lives! Why do you dislike my kidneys here? But didn't you say that no matter whether it is a black cat or a white cat, the one that can catch mice is a good cat"
"No need!" It took a long time for Yang Zongbao to spit out three words with difficulty.
"Yang Zongbao, you are so cruel!" Qiangwei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Go back! I don't want your life either."
"What about the experimental drug?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"I won't stop!" Qiangwei said firmly.
Yang Zongbao slowly raised his gun and pointed it at Qiangwei's forehead.
"If you can shoot, shoot!" Qiangwei showed no fear.
boom!
The Japanese ghosts guarding outside were startled by the sudden gunshots and stared nervously at the direction of the gunshots.
For a long time, there were only messy footsteps, and a figure stumbled out.
The Japanese ghost hurriedly helped him with thousands of people and shouted excitedly: "Master!"
"Well, go to the hospital!" As soon as Yang Zongbao finished speaking, he fainted in Rigui's arms.
Rigui was frightened. He had never seen Yang Zongbao so fragile before - his pulse was weak and his breathing was almost inaudible. Without any delay, he immediately carried Yang Zongbao to the car and drove to the hospital.
Rigui contacted Zhou Yi on the way, so when he arrived at the hospital, all the emergency personnel were on standby at the door.
"Oh my God!" Zhou Yi saw that Yang Zongbao's whole body was almost sieved by bullets and turned into a bloody man: "Where did you get it?"
"Stop asking!" Rigui interrupted Zhou Yi's nagging: "Hurry up!"
"Okay, I get it!" Zhou Yi has gathered all the most authoritative experts from all departments in the hospital to the operating room, waiting for Yang Zongbao to enter.
It didn¡¯t take long for Yang Zongbao¡¯s injury to spread to the ears of interested people.
Monk Hua arrived as soon as possible.
Baoguo also immediately put down what he was doing.
Yang Fenghuang even supported the old lady and walked together from Yang's house.
Dou Wenwen, who was far away in the United States, also got on the plane.
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Soon the hospital was overcrowded, and everyone came just for one person.
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"Madam, Dean Yang is rescuing us!"
In the suite, Qiangwei is listening to the report from her subordinates.
"I understand, please go down!" Qiangwei leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out, just in time to see the lights of Jingcheng Hospital: "Report to me at any time if there is any situation."
"But madam, your injury!" The servant looked worriedly at Qiangwei's shoulder, which was bleeding.
"No need! I will naturally call you when it's time to bandage!" Qiangwei didn't care about her wounds, her heart had already flown to Jingcheng Hospital.
Yang Zongbao gave her a shot and also gave himself a shot. Qiangwei knew what that meant, so she was even more reluctant to heal the wound.
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The rescue efforts at Jingcheng Hospital are continuing.
One day and one night, Yang Zongbao was pushed out of the operating room and sent to the intensive care unit.
"How's it going?" the old lady asked Zhou Yi.
"It's hard to say!" Zhou Yi didn't know how to explain to the old man: "I don't know if I can survive it!"
When the old lady heard this, she couldn't bear it and fell back. Fortunately, Uncle Mei hugged her in time: "Who did this?" The old lady's crutch hit the ground heavily.
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No one can answer.
"Japanese ghost, who did this?" The old lady asked by name, "Zongbao got into trouble because of you. If something happens to him, you won't be alive anymore!"
"Yes!" Japanese ghost blamed himself.
"Who did it?" The old lady was extremely anxious.
"It's the Willis family!" The Japanese ghost didn't dare to say Qiangwei's name.
"Is it Qiangwei?" But noThinking that the old lady actually knew: "What a Willis family, they are bullying us on the territory of the Great China"
"Don't be angry, old lady!" Uncle Mei comforted her.
"It's already this time, and that damn old man still hasn't come out? Go and call me!" the old lady yelled at Uncle Mei.
"Miss Chaoyang has gone!" Uncle Mei helped the old lady sit down.
The old lady was speechless.
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At the same time, Chaoyang was already kneeling in front of the thatched hut on the back hill of Baifo Temple.
The old monk was sitting in meditation in the courtyard. This time is different from what I have seen before. The old monk's face all plumped up and became as regular as a baby's.
"Master, save Yang Zongbao!" Chaoyang said to the old monk.
"He was impulsive this time!" The old monk finally opened his eyes.
"I didn't think he was impulsive. Instead, I thought what he did was right!" Chaoyang was neither humble nor arrogant. He straightened his neck stubbornly: "Those children are innocent. Didn't Master say that the most inhumane thing in heaven is the child? Really? Then Brother Zongbao did the right thing this time!¡±
"You kid, why don't you forget your master when you have a husband?" the old monk teased.
"Master, don't be joking. Zongbao is your direct grandson. If he is gone, your Yang family will be wiped out!" Chaoyang said.
"That's not necessarily true! If Zongbao is gone, there will still be incense!" The old monk glanced at Chaoyang's abdomen and moved.
"You mean this?" Chaoyang pointed at his belly and asked, "If you don't go, I will hit it!"
"You're such a stubborn kid, why don't I tell you not to go? You have to let me change my clothes!" The old monk was helpless and had no temper towards Chaoyang. If it had been anyone else, he would have been hacked long ago.
"No need to change, let's go now! I'm afraid I won't have enough time!" Chaoyang dragged the old monk and ran out.
"Slow down, slow down"
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Time passed little by little, and Yang Zongbao showed no sign of waking up.
"Amitabha!"
A chant of Buddha's name slightly dispelled some of the sad atmosphere.
When the old lady heard the name of the Buddha, she immediately jumped up from her chair, looked over, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Old man!"
"No need to say anything, I understand!" The old monk waved his hand and said to Zhou Yi: "Take me in!"
"This!" Zhou Yi had never seen the Yang family's grandfather, so he looked at the old lady in embarrassment.
"You still won't let him in? He is Zongbao's grandfather!" the old lady cursed.
"Yes!" Zhou Yi could only lead the old man into the ward.
In the ward, Yang Zongbao was alone in a room, lying on the bed without any interest at all.
"Idiot!" the old monk cursed, sat cross-legged and began to read the scriptures.
Zhou Yi initially thought that the old monk was ill. How could someone chant sutras in front of a patient's bed? But slowly he heard the secret inside. Although I didn't understand every word that the old monk read, I could feel the indescribable beauty in the rhythm of the scriptures. The blood in the whole body rises and falls like a tide with the scriptures, and the vitality becomes stronger
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the scriptures stopped. After Zhou Yi woke up, he found that he was sweating all over, as if he had done some exercise with equipment.
"Master, can the sutra you recite cure diseases?" Zhou Yi asked.
"Yes! Didn't you feel it just now?" the old monk replied with a smile, taking a sip of water to moisten his throat.
"But how is it possible? I have read a lot of scriptures. Why haven't I seen the relevant functions?" Zhou Yi didn't believe it.
"My Buddha has 300,000 Mahayana sutras and you have read them all?" the old monk asked.
"No!" Zhou Yi was ashamed.
"No, then we can't rule it out!" Although the old monk's tone was not harsh, he could always hit people's hearts. Zhou Yi found that he was very afraid of the old man in front of him.
"If you are destined, just keep listening!" The old monk closed his eyes again and muttered something.
This time Zhou Yi didn¡¯t feel as peaceful as last time. The breath in the body is flowing endlessly, as if half of it wants to escape. Zhou Yi felt uncomfortable being hit, and lay on the side retching: "Evil"
But the old monk did not stop, the scriptures continued. Zhou Yi had nothing to vomit in the end.
"Master, can this scripture of yours still induce vomiting?" Zhou Yi turned around and asked after cleaning up his vomit.
"It's the toxins in your body"Too much, too much stasis, that's why the reaction was so big just now! "The old monk explained kindly.
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The old monk took a break to recite, taking a break after each passage.
Zhou Yi enjoyed the comfort brought by the scriptures and did not leave.
Two days later, Yang Zongbao finally opened his eyes.
"Master, are you awake?" Zhou Yi stepped forward happily after discovering that Yang Zongbao was awake.
Yang Zongbao pointed to the endotracheal tube in his mouth.
Zhou Yi understood and pulled out the catheter.
"Ahem!" Yang Zongbao coughed twice and finally recovered.
"Idiot!" The old monk shook his head.
"Old Master!" Yang Zongbao remembered that someone had been guiding him with scriptures while he was in a coma, otherwise he would have completely disappeared into the darkness.
"Well! You have this calamity in your life, and that girl also has this calamity in her life. Now that you are here, she may not be the same!" The old monk said bluntly.
"She" There was a struggle in Yang Zongbao's eyes: "Still"
"Actually, this is an easy solution!" the old monk suddenly said.
"How do you say it?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Repay him with his own way!"
"No! We can't joke with human lives." Yang Zongbao firmly objected.
"You don't have to, then just watch the children in the country suffer!" The old monk was more traditional than Yang Zongbao. He believed that outside the Celestial Empire, there were all foreign countries, so naturally he looked down on people from foreign countries.
"No!" Yang Zongbao shook his head.
"I didn't say I really wanted to do this. You just need to tell her that you put the medicine into the American market, right?" The old monk shook his head. Yang Zongbao had lost his courage to escape death this time. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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