"Um--"
I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Fan woke up dazedly.
His body felt a little cold, his head felt like it was split, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart.
He didn't even have the strength to sit up.
He closed his eyes again and ran the Tai Chi Sutra once to warm up his whole body.
The pain also decreased.
Most of my strength has recovered.
At this time, Ye Fan took out a long breath, opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings.
He found himself in a one-bedroom and one-living house.
It's very sleepy and very small. The balcony is only about two square meters. You can touch the balcony of the opposite house if you stretch out your hand.
A veritable handshake building in an urban village.
Although the house is simple, it is very clean and tidy.
The air is also filled with the scent of life left by the laundry detergent after washing clothes.
"What is this place?"
Ye Fan had a trace of doubt on his face, and then tried hard to recall what he had experienced.
He quickly remembered that after the young man in gray clothes was beaten into a pulp by the propeller, he also lost his center of gravity and fell into the sea.
It was windy and rainy at that time, and the waves were constantly crashing. Ye Fan had no choice but to stay away from the passenger ship to avoid being sucked in by the propeller.
When he was about to swim towards the shore with all his strength, he also saw dozens of passengers falling off the passenger ship.
The scene was chaotic.
This made Ye Fan go back again, pick up several women and children, and pick up life preservers for them to hold.
When Ye Fan rescued more than twenty people, a huge wave swept over and sucked Ye Fan dozens of meters away.
Fortunately, Ye Fan hugged a tire in time to prevent it from sinking.
But when he tried his best to swim to the shore, he still fainted due to exhaustion.
When he wakes up again, he will be in this room.
"I should have been rescued, but shouldn't I be in the hospital?"
Ye Fan rubbed his head: "Why are you at someone else's house in a village in the city?"
Before Ye Fan could figure anything out, he was startled and his eyes fell on a photo frame not far away.
There is a photo in the photo frame, which is of a family of three.
A beautiful woman with bangs, a cute girl with ponytail, and a thin man.
The man looks exactly like Ye Fan.
"Damn, I traveled through time?"
Ye Fan trembled, almost yelled, and hurriedly touched his face and body.
He doesn't want to travel through time, he doesn't want to go to another world, he doesn't even want to be the emperor.
He still has his parents, Hongyan, and Sissi at home.
However, Ye Fan quickly felt relieved. His appearance had not changed at all, and the photo frame was also a Disney logo.
There is no time to mess up the plum blossom watch on your wrist.
This made Ye Fan breathe a sigh of relief.
"Click——"
At this moment, the security door was gently pushed open.
A woman with bangs appears holding a girl with a ponytail.
One is in his twenties and the other is six or seven years old. Both of them are good-looking, but pale and malnourished.
There were also many old and new bruises on his face and arms.
"ah--"
Seeing Ye Fan sitting on the bed and staring with eyes wide open, the ponytail girl screamed in fright.
She ran into the arms of the woman with bangs.
The innocent smile on her face turned into a fear like meeting a devil: "Dad..."
"Feifei, don't be afraid, mom is here."
The woman with bangs protected the girl in her arms, then looked at Mark and trembled: "Are you awake?"
Ye Fan didn't know the other party, but out of politeness, he nodded awkwardly:
"Well, I woke up..."
Then he stared at the little girl Feifei again, his expression couldn't help changing.
Ye Fan saw that the other party's young body had been severely injured, and his internal organs were slowly failing.
If she did not receive effective treatment in time, she would die from internal bleeding at any time.
Feeling Ye Fan's sharp gaze, Feifei trembled again, feeling indescribable fear.
Ye Fan quickly looked back: "Where am I?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to take you out of the hospital."
The woman with bangs trembled slightly and hurriedly explained:
"It's just that my family really has no money, and I really can't afford to stay in the hospital."
"The five hundred yuan hospital fee for your coma for one day was paid by me from my neighbors."
"And the doctor said you were fine, so I brought you back."
The woman with bangs looked timidly: "Don't be angry, don't hit me, I really have no choice!"
money?
Ye Fan slapped his head: "By the way, do you have any money?"
He wanted to take a look at the tissue to confirm that he had not traveled through time.
"I have no money. I really have no money. I didn't lie to you."
Just as soon as she heard the money, the woman with bangs plopped down on the ground, hugging Feifei and kept pleading to Ye Fan:
"You advanced my salary this year to pay off my gambling debts, you drank up Feifei's tuition fees, and I also paid for hospitalization fees with the money raised by my neighbors."
"I really don't have a penny left, and I can't borrow a penny."
"But don't be angry. Later, I will sell blood to get some money for you. Please don't hit me and Feifei, okay?"
"Feifei's ribs have been broken twice and her eardrums have been injured. She really can't be beaten again."
"If it doesn't work, just hit me alone. If you have any unhappiness, just vent it to me."
She was afraid and stubbornly protected her daughter: "I beg you."
"Dad, don't hit mom. Just hit me."
Feifei also shouted with tears in her eyes: "I'm still young, and if I break my bones, they can grow back quickly."
"I'm not afraid of pain, and I promise I won't cry."
She shed big tears, then closed her eyes in fear, waiting for Mark to kick her over.
"No, no, what are you doing!"
Ye Fan was shocked when he saw this, and jumped out of bed to help them:
"I didn't say I wanted to hit you, I just wanted to see the banknotes."
Just seeing Ye Fan rushing over, the woman with bangs and Feifei trembled even more, hugging each other and preparing to withstand the storm.
To be continued...