Old Hu's face was covered in blood, and he had no idea of ​​life or death, while Liu Wuhe's limbs were covered in blood, and his face was terrible pale.

Zhuo Yang and the others took a breath, unable to believe everything in front of them.

"What are you doing when you stand there! Save people quickly!"

Someone shouted, which scared Zhuo Yang to his senses instantly.

Several people quickly called the ambulance, then squatted beside them and guarded them with a very serious expression.

Liu Wuhe still had a little consciousness, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he was talking about something.

"What did you say? Speak louder." Zhuo Yang leaned over to Liu Wuhe's mouth and listened carefully to his words.

"Ye...Ye Feng." After Liu Wuhe said Ye Feng's name, he completely lost consciousness.

Zhuo Yang panicked in an instant and quickly called out: "Brother Liu! Brother Liu, don't sleep!"

Zhuo Yang also realized that he should look for Ye Feng if he had something to do. Moreover, Ye Feng himself is a Chinese medicine doctor, so he must have a way to save them.

Zhuo Yang immediately called Ye Feng, and Ye Feng was already lying on the bed to recuperate.

The moment the phone ringtone rang, Ye Feng had a bad premonition.

After connecting, Zhuo Yang's anxious voice immediately came: "Brother Feng, something big happened! Brother Liu and Lao Hu were beaten and injured. We have called an ambulance to go to the nearest First People's Hospital. Come here too

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When Ye Feng heard this, his eyes became cold in an instant, but he still asked calmly: "Is the injury serious?"

"They are covered in blood and are already unconscious." Zhuo Yang's voice was trembling.

Ye Feng said calmly: "You send them to the hospital first, and I'll rush over immediately."

After the two hung up the phone, the ambulance arrived at the scene.

The tragic situation of Liu Wuhe and Lao Hu made the medical staff take a breath. They immediately bandaged their wounds and put them on ventilators.

The ambulance rushed all the way. When he arrived at the hospital, Lao Hu's breathing was already weak. Liu Wuhe was not in danger of life, but it was difficult for him to save his hands and feet.

By the time Ye Feng arrived at the hospital, the two had been sent to the emergency room.

After a while, the lights in the rescue room went out and everyone's hearts sank a little.

"The patient has no vital signs anymore, so I feel sorry for him." The doctor said with some regret.

When the patient was sent, his skull broke, his tendons were broken, and half of the blood in his body was about to dry out. It was rare for him to persevere in the hospital before he died.

"Old Hu! You can't die! Your son is still waiting for you to go back!" The people in the same village cried, their eyes full of sadness.

Everyone thought that Lao Hu would definitely die, and Ye Feng suddenly said, "Doctor, can I see him?"

"Go." The doctor waved his hand, and the nurse pushed Lao Hu out of it. The blood on his forehead had solidified, and the blood on his hands and feet oozed into the hospital bed, looking a little scary.

Ye Feng quickly walked to the edge of the hospital bed and grabbed Lao Hu's hand. He did not dislike the blood on it at all, and put his fingertips on his wrist.

"Doctor, he still has some help. Please arrange a blood transfusion immediately." As soon as Ye Feng said this, everyone's eyes lit up, but there was a hint of suspicion in the doctor's eyes.

"Young man, don't make trouble. We treat so many patients we have rescued every day. Is it still unclear whether we have any rescue?" The male doctor thought Ye Feng refused to accept this fact, and said helplessly: "He has indeed already been absent from the past."

I was out of breath and my heart stopped beating. I don’t believe you can save people!"

Although Lao Hu had stopped his heartbeat, he still had a breath. As long as the spiritual energy was sent in, there would be rescued. However, it was difficult for the spiritual energy to replenish the blood lost by Lao Hu, so Ye Feng insisted on a blood transfusion to Lao Hu.

"As long as you give Lao Hu blood transfusions, I will be sure to save him." Ye Feng said seriously.

The young nurse beside her snorted coldly: "Handsome guy, do you know how precious the blood in the hospital is? It is for people in need. This person is no longer breathing, and you still have to insist on giving him a blood transfusion.

It's too wasteful!"

Ye Feng frowned and said coldly: "I said that he is not dead yet. Is it necessary to waste people to death just to save those two bags of blood?"

"Brother Feng, stop begging them. Suck my blood. I will donate blood to Lao Hu!" Zhuo Yang spoke angrily. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not watch his friend die.

"And I! I'm willing to donate blood too!"

Several people agreed, but no one refused.

The doctor had never seen this before and looked at them hesitantly.

"Help us do a blood type test. Whoever is suitable for drawing blood for Lao Hu will arrange a blood transfusion immediately!" Ye Feng's tone was tough and unwilling to anyone's rejection.

The doctors and nurses present were stunned for a moment. They had never encountered such a situation before, but the other party offered to donate blood, and they seemed to have no reason to refuse.

The nurse took everyone to do the test, and during this period, Ye Feng had been using spiritual energy to protect Lao Hu's heart veins, leaving him with his last breath.

At this time, Liu Wuhe had already pushed out of the rescue room. The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly: "The patient is out of danger of life, his hands and feet have been briefly sutured, and a second operation is required in the later stage. Can he recover?

It depends on his luck.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they felt regretful. They were glad that Liu Wuhe saved his life, but his tendons were broken. Even if they could really recover, they would definitely not be able to return to the flexible state they used to be. For a decoration worker

If your hands and feet are not flexible, it means you will not be able to eat this bowl of rice in the future.

At this time, the nurse got the result and walked over quickly, "Zhuoyang's blood type is consistent, and blood transfusion can be performed."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yang stood up without hesitation, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Take more, you must save Lao Hu."

The nurse looked at Zhuo Yang helplessly, "Are you sure? In fact, this person has no vital signs anymore, so why do you waste your blood?"

Zhuo Yang said firmly: "No matter whether he can save him or not, I have to try it, and I believe in Brother Feng."

The nurse looked at Ye Feng again, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

What a big joke. People who have no vital signs for nearly an hour will definitely not be able to save even if the Daluo God comes.

Ye Feng ignored her gaze and focused on delivering spiritual energy. Skinny sweat had already oozed out of his forehead.

Soon, Lao Hu was pushed back to the ward and hung a blood transfusion bag.
Chapter completed!