"Afeng, you must hold on... you must hold on..." Mo Feifan held Li Dafeng's hand tightly and kept cheering him who was unconscious. But no matter how they shouted, Li Dafeng did not wake up.
What's worse is that Li Dafeng had already twitched all over his body. This is a race against the god of death, and no one knows the outcome until the last moment.
The Heihu cousins sitting behind kept urging Fenghua, who was driving the car, quickly and quickly. In this way, the carriage ran for about a quarter of an hour, and finally stopped in front of a large pharmacy. In the morning, the pharmacy had just opened, and when they saw a patient being carried in, the attending pharmacist immediately rushed up.
"Brother Fan, are you okay?" Liu Xuefeng saw that Mo Feifan's face was extremely bad, so he went over to support him.
Mo Feifan waved his hands repeatedly and said softly: "I'm fine..."
Liu Xuefeng had no choice but to answer, but he clearly saw Mo Feifan, who had always been indifferent to his emotions, and his eyes were moist.
Everyone felt like a big stone was blocked in their hearts, which made everyone breathless. It was a feeling of dying struggle, and everyone could really feel how close death is to them.
Mo Feifan had messy hair and a solemn expression, and he was not as imposing as Brother Fan before, who was as energetic and confident as before.
Two hours later, the three pharmacists finally stopped their work and walked out of the ward. Hearing that Li Dafeng had recovered, the brothers ran over immediately.
"Mr. Doctor, how are my friend?" Mo Feifan grabbed the pharmacist's shoulder and asked anxiously.
He has seen many such excited family members, so he has a good idea to deal with this. He slowly let go of Mo Feifan's hands and said calmly: "We cleaned his stomach and intestines, and the things in his stomach have been vomited out. If they were one quarter of an hour later, they would be completely helpless."
"In other words, my friend is fine?" Mo Feifan said overjoyed.
The pharmacist shook his head strangely and nodded again: "You can't draw a conclusion so early. The wine has invaded his internal organs. If you can survive twelve hours, it will be fine. If you can't, you can prepare for his funeral. However, the latter is very likely, and you must be mentally prepared."
After listening to the doctor's answer, Mo Feifan's heart that had already put it back in his stomach was suspended again.
"What do you say nonsense? Brother Feng will definitely be fine. Hurry up, apologize to Brother Fan." A leader of the Black Tiger Hall with extremely strong hair screamed with a beard on his face. He stepped on his thighs, walked to the pharmacist, arched left and right, and slapped twice.
The cadre was extremely powerful, and when he slapped two times, the pharmacist was stunned. The other cousins of Heihu wanted to imitate the way they were just now and vent their dissatisfaction. But they were about to move, but Mo Feifan was stopped.
"Return it back for me." Mo Feifan shook his head and said in an extremely bad tone.
His voice was not loud, but every word was full of majesty. After hearing this, those big men who wanted to vent their violence stopped their hands and looked at the pharmacist and the cold-faced brother Fan in awkwardly.
Mo Feifan looked at the brothers around him and said, "I don't care what price you pay or how much money you spend. I just want my brother to live, otherwise all of you will be buried with you. I have given you the chance to survive. Whether you can grasp it well depends on yours."
Every word of his words was engraved into the pharmacist's heart, causing every bone to tremble.
The pharmacist blew his bloody nose and looked aggrieved: "We will do our best, we will do our best."
Mo Feifan raised his head and looked into the pharmacist's eyes: "It's not enough to do your best. I want you to do it. I'm not joking with you just now. If you think I'm a fun person, you can try not to do it."
"Yes, yes, don't do it...oh, no, do it." The pharmacist was already a little incoherent and didn't know what he said.
After talking to Mo Feifan, the pharmacist ran away in shame with a bead of sweat on his forehead.
When the pharmacist left, the brothers under his command could no longer bear the pain in their hearts and turned their heads to wipe their tears. Some brothers even cried out loud.
Li Dafeng is one of the most capable generals around Mo Feifan. It can be said that he has made great contributions to the Mo Sect. I don’t know how many sword wounds were for Mo Feifan. Now that he is leaving, how could Mo Feifan be sad?
Mo Feifan wanted to stop the tears at the corners of his eyes strongly, but tears could not escape the longing. Tears were like rain, and there were two lines of sorrow.
The group slowly walked into the ward, all wanting to see him for the last glance. Mo Feifan walked into the ward slowly, looking at Li Dafeng's closed eyes, tears blurred his eyes. He slowly walked to Li Dafeng's bedside and held his hand tightly.
Seeing this, a brother brought him a stool next to him.
Mo Feifan sat down gently and slowly hummed the song he had just learned to Li Dafeng. This song was originally the first love song, but here it became a parting song.
Mo Feifan hummed:
I am willing to be the shadow behind you, gentle projecting all your worries. I am unwilling to make a vow to go down the mountain, I just hope that we can rely on each other. Street lights cast shadows of two people, and you touch my worries with a smile. The two people don’t need too much explanation, your name is engraved in my heart...
In the next twelve hours, Mo Feifan and his brothers stood by Li Dafeng. The three girls Zhang Rao, Qian Shuyuan and Cai Mengyu heard that Li Dafeng was critically ill, and they all came to visit them. When they saw Mo Feifan's haggard appearance, they were all heartbroken.
The pharmacy was in chaos, and the same was true for the Scythe Gang Main Hall. Lian Fei, who had just become the leader of the Scythe Gang, died of drunkenness at the celebration banquet. This made the just stable Scythe Gang again. Because it was an accident, no one came to cause trouble for Mo Feifan, and they did not dare to cause trouble for Mo Feifan. In order to grab the position of the Scythe Gang leader, the two forces in the gang were ready to move and were preparing for a fierce fire.
At night, Mo Feifan was still guarding Li Dafeng's bed. Liu Xuefeng brought rice and a few plates of side dishes and whispered: "Brother Fan, you haven't eaten for a day, just have some."
"I'm not hungry," Mo Feifan waved his hand: "By the way, how is the situation with the Scythe Gang?"
Liu Xuefeng shook his head and I went to call Fenghua in. Fenghua is the leader of the Quicksand Organization, and he has always been responsible for the information.
Fenghua walked in from outside and asked, "Brother Fan is looking for me?"
Mo Feifan nodded: "Liang Fei just died, and the Scythe Gang will definitely be in chaos. Go and share a lot of anger with Zhao Zhen and ask the yamen to send people to patrol the territory of the Scythe Gang. They must not let them kill each other at this time."
Fenghua didn't understand, isn't it good to kill each other with a sickle, and it won't be possible to do it yourself in the future.
Mo Feifan saw Fenghua's thoughts and explained: "I don't take the little sickle gang seriously at all. What I care about is that the other 70% of the town have no home. I want to borrow the sickle gang's hands to accept them."
Fenghua said oh, nodded and turned away.
After leaving the pharmacy, Fenghua found the leaders of the two forces of the Scythe Gang, and persuaded them to temporarily stop and put Lian Fei's funeral first.
The leaders of the two forces agreed, but privately implemented the plan. The position of the leader of the Scythe Gang was so tempting that they couldn't wait to sit on it, and they couldn't wait for a moment.
At midnight that night (about twelve o'clock now), the force headed by Fang Tian launched an attack on another leader named Dong Lei.
Unexpectedly, Fang Tian's actions were faster and more sudden than him. Dong Lei gritted his teeth to fight before his troops were arranged.
Overnight, Dong Lei lost three blocks and seven or eight places in a row, and dozens of people under his gang were injured.
At this time, Dong Lei was really anxious. He sent messages to several gangsters who had been with him and asked them to come and support immediately. Those gangsters were not strong and did not want to get involved in the internal fight of the Scivia Gang. There were only two people who dared to support him, and there were pitifully few people sent.
That night, Dong Lei organized his brothers to gather around 200 people, trying to grab the lost field, but when he went to attack, he met the main force led by Fang Tian, and the two sides started a fierce battle on the street.
Most of Dong Lei's side were gangsters who gathered together, and their combat effectiveness was not very strong. After half an hour of fighting, a large number of constables arrived after hearing the news, and the people on both sides of the fight were forcibly dispersed. After that, Dong Lei and Fang Hua had contacted each other several times. Each time, the constables could arrive on time. In this way, the battle between the two sides could only be left unresolved.
Because of insufficient preparations in the early stage, Dong Lei suffered a lot of losses. What he was worried about was that the constable could suppress Fang Tian several times, but he could not suppress him for the rest of his life. If someone gave Dong Lei an idea, why not ask Mo Feifan for help?! Mo Feifan is strong and with his help, it is easy to take Fang Hua down.
Dong Lei sighed and said helplessly: "Of course I thought about this too, but before that, Mo Feifan had sent someone to tell me that during this period, I mainly focused on the funeral of the leader of the Fei Gang. I...he... should not agree."
The man smiled mysteriously: "If you give him a big gift, this will be done."
Dong Lei's eyes lit up and he became interested: "What a great gift."
"Terror to the Mo Sect and take over the territory of Qiushui Town for Mo Feifan. Although you can't be the leader of the Scythe Gang, you can have a very good job in the Mo Sect."
"This, it should be bad for me to surrender to the Mo Sect because of the chicken head rather than the phoenix tail." Dong Lei hesitated.
The man shook his head: "At least this way, Fang Hua can't move you. To be fair, can you just be like you, stop Fang Hua's attack?"
After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind: "Okay, I'll go find Mo Feifan now."
"No, you have to expand your territory for him as the leader of the Scythe Gang first, and then you have the capital to join him." The man smiled mysteriously.