Chapter 1 An old Chinese doctor protects his grandson (too much foreshadowing, please comment after finishing this book)

The killer was dressed in fancy clothes, with a bamboo hat on his head and a long knife tilted over his head, and walked towards Yi Busi step by step.

The doctor didn't want to cover the wound with his hands and retreated tremblingly. His gray hair made him look even more desolate and helpless at this moment.

Yi Busi said weakly: "Who are you? Does this old man have any grudge against you? I healed you, but why did you come to kill me?"

Blood stains slid down the blade and gathered on the sharp edge. The blade was as bright as snow and cold as ice. This shows that the knife is a good knife, and a good knife is good at killing people.

The killer smiled and said: "My name is Liu Sanke. Even if you tell me, you don't know. I've disemboweled and killed so many people. How do you know me?" He said with a sneer.

Yibushi smiled sadly and said: "That is just an operation to cure diseases and save people. It is definitely not a magic trick to kill people and rip out people's hearts. I, Yibushi, have been aboveboard and honest in my life. I have killed people, but they all deserved it. I

Since they didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, how can they say 'too many people'?"

Liu Sanke sneered: "Isn't that much, 180,000?"

Yi Busi thought for a moment and was speechless when he wanted to argue.

At this moment, on the other side of the island, at the end of the bridge, a young man's clear singing voice sounded, cheerful, frivolous, and extremely beautiful.

The lyrics are mature and solemn, showing all the different styles of the world. The song goes: The world laughs, the grudges are over, the world laughs, the laughter is lonely, the heart is too high, it can't reach...

The young man shouted from a distance: "Immortal old man! I'm back, look what medicine I picked today?"

The doctor screamed loudly: "You little bastard! Run away! It's dangerous here."

The more open-minded people tend to be, the more they care about love and justice. How can they be obedient? Shake off the backpack, pick up the hatchet, instead of running away, rush towards the doctor. He shouted with concern: "Grandpa! I'm here to save you."

You, who dares to touch my grandfather?"

Liu Sanke looked at the young man rushing towards him with murderous intent, and said with disdain, "Do you know how it feels to have a loved one die in front of you? Do you think it would be wonderful if your grandson was killed in front of you?"

?Are you just venting your anger?"

The young man jumped quickly and raised his knife to chop.

Liu Sanke said: "Second-rate martial arts, you don't know your own abilities." He raised his hand and cut across the sword, trying to cut the boy into pieces.

Yi Bu Si flew out the knife in his palm and fought hard to kill regardless of his own injuries.

The young man was outnumbered and the old man was weak. The two of them fought back with all their might. Although they seemed to be very powerful, the killer remained immobile and could block the attack effortlessly.

The grandfather and grandson tried their best, but it was not enough to overturn the defeat.

The young man saw the right moment and launched out a blow to "tick the vaginal leg", but was easily caught by Liu Sanke in the bamboo hat, and the young man couldn't do it. Liu Sanke's feet were restrained, and he was a little sluggish, which gave his grandfather and grandson a chance.

Yi Busi stabbed him in the back, but Liu Sanke used his machete to block it with his backhand.

The young man raised his knife and cut off his head.

Liu Sanke retreated quickly and barely managed to avoid it.

The bamboo hat fell off, revealing a hideous and terrifying face with scars on it.

Liu Sanke flew up and kicked the young man. The young man vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting his head on the table and chairs, leaving a mess and falling unconscious.

Yi Busi shouted hurriedly: "Yang Fan! Fan'er!" He picked up the boy, tested his breathing with one hand, and pressed hard on the back of his neck with the other.

Yi Bu Si was in tears, grieved endlessly, and called for help.

Liu Sanke walked up behind Yi Busi without saying a word, gesturing with his long knife as if he was looking for a place to strike. In fact, he was waiting for the old man to resist desperately so that he could get the pleasure of the cat playing with the mouse.

Yi Busi regarded death as if he were home, and completely ignored the danger behind him. Liu Sanke slowly stabbed the old man from behind until he connected the grandfather and grandson together.

After checking their breathing and confirming that there were no survivors, they drifted away with the breeze in their sleeves.

Outside the window, the fragrance of bamboo floats and the shadows of bamboo dance.

Yang Fan, who was sitting on the bamboo bed, looked pale, and his slender eyelashes seemed to be open and closed.

There is a beauty mark on his handsome face, which makes him look more attractive and adds a bit of playfulness to his handsomeness.

Perhaps it was because of excessive bleeding that her mouth was dry, but Hu Qing's little mouth moved slightly, like a newborn baby waiting to be fed, which was very endearing.

The girl in plain clothes put her hands on her back and held water to her lips.

Yang Fan's Adam's apple squirmed and his complexion softened slightly, but he still couldn't sleep.

The girl changed the blood-removing cloth and left directly.

I don't know how much time passed, but the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly and he woke up leisurely.

The bamboo house is still the same bamboo house, but it seems a little different.

Close your eyes, your mind goes blank.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and countless images flashed through his mind.

TV, computers, airplanes, rockets, hospitals, scalpels... snowy nights, ancient clothes, swords, bamboo houses, medical books, Pulsatilla... completely different elements are intertwined with each other, and completely different memories merge with each other, making the young man frown.

Eyes, dull pain.

Who am I? Where am I? It’s like a dream.

Yang Fan opened his eyes again. The scenery was familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was. It suddenly felt like a lifetime ago.

The attic is vaguely visible, and there are criss-crossing knife marks.

A hemp rope is tied to the beam, hanging lonely. In my memory, there should be a bamboo basket hanging here. There is always food in the basket, and the most indispensable thing is eggs.

A kind old man suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He took out two eggs from the hanging basket and said to himself with a smile: "Fan'er! How about grandpa frying poached eggs for you today?"

In the blink of an eye, only the broken rope was left in the hanging basket, and the old man disappeared.

But who is that old man? Who is Fan'er that the old man talks about?

The boy tilted his neck slightly and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

The dilapidated bookshelf and the medical books in Tunza.

The old man appeared again. He looked at me with a radiant face, smiled and nodded. He sat at the desk with his hands on the book, and the old man caressed himself so lovingly.

The young man remembered that this was Wanzhu Island in Qingzhou, and the bamboo pavilion here was his home.

His name is Yang Fan.

And that old man was called Yi Busi, a miracle doctor who had eccentricities in his youth and was lonely in his old age.

They are grandfather and grandson, one is named Yi and the other is named Yang.

It was a windy and snowy evening. The shivering Yang Fan was picked up by an old man and protected in his arms. From then on, the wind was not so strong and the snow was not so cold. From then on, the old man treated him as his own son, and Fan'er treated him as if he were his own son.

Close relatives.

One time Yang Fan asked his grandfather: "Grandpa! Why don't you let me take your last name? Do you dislike me?"

She was delighted but also a little unprepared for her child's precocious puberty. She touched Yang Fan's head lovingly and said, "Then from now on, your surname will be Doctor and Bufan."

Yang Fan said with a sweet voice: "Extraordinary medicine? Do you want me to become an extraordinary person?"

Yi Bu Si laughed loudly: "That's right, but I would rather you be an ordinary person and do extraordinary things."

Yang Fan: "Ordinary people, extraordinary things?"

Yi Busi did not explain, and continued: "However, you have to promise me that you will not use the name Yi Bufan until your strength reaches the level of a peerless powerhouse?"

Yang Fan shouted in shock: "Everyone in the world who has reached that level is a proud man of heaven, how could I..." Before he finished speaking, Yi Busi slapped Yang Fan on the back of the head: "If you deny yourself, how can you still..."

Let others affirm you?"

Yang Fan pouted depressedly: "If you don't like me taking your last name, just say it clearly. Why do you set your goal at the end point?"

The old man sighed and said leisurely: "I just want you to be called Yang Fan. I just hope you can live an extraordinary life. Surnamed doctor... is a dangerous thing."

Yang Fan was in a daze, recalling the past.

"Are you awake?" A crisp voice came in accompanied by the sound of the curtain opening, interrupting Yang Fan's memories.

The woman's simple clothes cannot hide her beauty. Her jade face, red lips, willowy eyebrows and peach eyes are so elegant.

Yang Fan said weakly: "Thank you!"

If it was you who saved me, I would like to thank you for your saving grace; if it was not you who saved me, I would thank you for your care.

"It's a small effort, nothing worth mentioning." The woman said calmly.

You say you don't care, but I have to.

Yang Fan: "I don't know the girl's name?"

"Qinglian."

Severe coughing and weakness forced Yang Fan to close his eyes.

A hand gently placed on Yang Fan's hand, delicate and soft.

I don't know whether it was because of coughing or shyness, but Yang Fan's face turned slightly red.

Yang Fan frowned and said weakly: "Thank you, girl, for your kindness in surviving today. I will surely repay you with a spring of water in the future."

Yang Fan opened his eyes, and a smiling male face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yang Fan thought: I'll go...Why did you come in so silently?
To be continued...