Fang Ti came very quickly.

When she arrived at the whisk yard and saw the man sitting under the eaves with white bandages on his body, her eyes heated up, rushed forward and hugged him fiercely.

"You are still alive, you are still fine, it's so good, it's so good."

Her chin rested on Yan Zhihuai's shoulders and swallowed even more.

Wuchen looked around, not thinking he was a light bulb at all, and he also said "kindly" and reminded, "He is very serious. If you hold him harder, he will not be cured."

After he reminded him, Fang Ti felt as if he was stabbed, and immediately let go of Yan Zhihuai, with a nervous look on his face, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm so excited... How about it, husband, did you just press on yours.

A wound?"

Yan Zhihuai glanced at Wuchen with a faint look, this nosy monk.

The whisk shrugged his shoulders, looking innocent.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He comforted his panicked wife softly.

Wu Chen nodded and interrupted, "Indeed, if you only need to be sent to the hospital within three hours, you should not die. After three hours, it is hard to say."

Yan Zhihuai "..."

He couldn't bear it anymore and yelled softly, "Shut up!"

But Fang Ti was still frightened by the words of the whisper, and her face turned pale, "Then...husband, let's go to the hospital quickly!"

Li Yangchen, who came with him, also nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Zhihuai, you are so seriously injured, time is life. We can't waste time anymore. Go to the hospital for treatment!"

Li Yangchen ran over and before Yan Zhihuai could speak, he took the wheelchair from Wuchen's hand and pushed him out in a hurry.

Fang Ti's leg was injured and it was inconvenient to walk by herself. She would definitely not be allowed to do physical work such as pushing a wheelchair.

Fang Ti was anxious. Just as she was about to follow, Wuchen stopped her, "Mrs. Yan walked slowly."

Fang Ti turned around and looked at him in confusion.

The whisk smiled gentle, and looked like a born monk who could tolerate everything in the world, but he took out the collection QR code in a particularly secular way, "The donor of the banquet borrowed my cell phone and promised to pay 1,000 yuan per minute for a call, and he called in total

After three minutes, it was 3,000 yuan in total. In addition, the wheelchair he was in was a tool for transportation for our old abbot, but because it has been a few years and is really not very valuable, I will take you five hundred yuan. Finally, the donor feasted.

It was Ruoquan, oh, that is, our little apprentice worked hard and spent two days and two nights back from the valley. Although he did such good deeds without asking for anything in return, if Mrs. Yan was willing to add some incense

Money, that's the best."

Fang Ti "..."

She looked at the monk in front of her speechlessly, unable to speak for a long time.

Finally, he took out his cell phone silently and turned it over to him.

When Wuchen saw this amount, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Will Mrs. Yan add some incense money?"

Fang Ti said lightly, "Although the little master is kind, the behavior of saving people is worthy of praise. However, if he hadn't dragged Yan Zhihuai away from the foot of the mountain, we could have found him that day and took him to the hospital for treatment.

, not to mention that he was dragged along the way, bumping and bruising, is it possible that his already severely damaged body would be even worse?”

Just thinking about that situation, Fang Ti couldn't help but feel a little scared.

In other words, Yan Zhihuai had a great life and was so seriously injured that he was dragged back to Yuquan Temple from the valley and could hold on for two days.

If it were someone with poor physical fitness, it might have been a long time ago!

Hearing this, the whisk touched the back of the round head, and a trace of emotion called "cheating" flashed through his eyes.

"Of course, I don't mean to blame the little master, I just don't agree with his approach." Fang Ti added.

Wuchen smiled awkwardly and explained, "Ruoquan's intelligence is no better than that of an ordinary person. He is used to picking up injured animals from the mountains and fields. When he saw the injured banquet donor, his first reaction was to "picture" back and come to me for treatment."

Fang Ti didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

Wuchen became more and more guilty when she saw it. She silently took out a jade pendant from her sleeve, "This jade pendant is regarded as compensation to the donor of the banquet. Please accept it by Mrs. Yan."

Fang Ti took the jade pendant and looked down at him.

I feel a little familiar inexplicably.

She suddenly remembered that the last time she came to Yuquan Temple, Huo Zhaoxun seemed to be holding a similar jade pendant in his hand.

Could it be given by whisk?

Thinking of Huo Zhaoxun... Fang Ti's nose felt sore and she suddenly had the urge to cry.

She raised her head slightly, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and looked back at the whisk, "Everyone said that the master's Buddhism is profound and very spiritual. So is the jade pendant that passes through your hand also effective?"

The whisk smiled slightly and said, "A sincere heart will make you feel."

Seeing that he didn't want to say much, Fang Ti didn't ask any further. She put the jade pendant in her pocket, put her hands together and bowed to the whisk, then turned around and left.

Wuchen looked at her leaving back, and for a while, her eyes closed, "Amitabha."

...

After Yan Zhihuai was sent to the hospital, he was quickly rushed to the operating room.

Fang Ti sat on a bench outside and quietly waited for the operation to end.

During this period, Li Yi and Gu Chen also came.

They looked haggard and bloodshot in their eyes. They lost a lot of weight in just two days and did not look better than her at all.

After waiting for nearly four hours, Yan Zhihuai was finally pushed out of the operating room.

Fang Ti immediately went up to meet him.

Yan Zhihuai was lying on the bed, the anesthesia had not yet passed, and was in a drowsy state.

"How is Zhihuai going?" Li Yi asked, his voice hoarse.

Jian Mi took off her mask, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "It's okay. As long as you recover well in the later stage, you will slowly recover as before."

After hearing this, Fang Ti breathed a long sigh of relief.

After realizing it, I realized that my legs were shaking violently.

After Yan Zhihuai was transferred to the ward, she followed her in.

Seeing her staying motionless in front of the hospital bed, Gu Chen advised, "San Sister-in-law, although the third brother is fine, he will not wake up for a while. You should lie on the bed next door for a while."

Fang Ti has been almost sleepless these two days, and her thigh injury is also very serious and she has not been able to get rest, which will greatly affect her later recovery.

"I'm fine, I just want to see him."

The lingering fear in my heart is still there.

Looking at the unconscious man, Fang Ti felt that he could not see enough of his face whenever he thought that he would almost never see him.

Seeing that she insisted on doing this, Gu Chen did not persuade him much.

He has hardly closed his eyes these two days, and even lying on the bed, he can't sleep at all. As soon as he closes his eyes, Huo Zhaoxun's bloody face will appear in his mind.

All this was like a dream, and he still didn't want to believe it. The Xiaowu, who laughed all day long, seemed to be careless but actually valued love and friendship, had left them.

As long as he thinks of him, he feels extremely distressed.

Once again, he fell into endless pain and longing, and when Gu Chen came to his senses again, Fang


Chapter completed!