Chapter 1: Pengci meets a female driver
Jiangnan City, morning.
Ye Bufan stood on the side of the road, looking at the rolling traffic with a complicated expression.
"Hurry up and pay the surgery fee, otherwise I guarantee that your mother will not survive today."
"You still have the nerve to ask for a loan. The money you borrowed from our family last time has not been repaid yet..."
"No money! No money! What does it have to do with me whether your mother dies or not?"
Ye Bufan's mother was hospitalized and urgently needed 50,000 yuan for surgery, but he couldn't raise a penny despite all his efforts, which made him anxious.
"It seems that the only way to raise money for my mother's surgery is to pay for my mother's surgery. Although it goes against my conscience, there is nothing I can do. I will pay it back as soon as I have the money."
After making up his mind to give it a try, he looked at the road again. 50,000 yuan was not a small sum, and he had to find a better car.
At this time, a red Maserati drove over, and it didn't look too fast.
"That's it!"
Ye Bufan quickly took two steps forward and rushed to the front of the Maserati.
He had seen several cases of car accidents on the Internet and was familiar with the procedures of car accidents. When the driver saw him suddenly appearing, he would slam on the brakes, and when the car stopped, he would immediately lie under the wheel of the car and ask for money.
But I never expected that the reaction of this Maserati was different from what I expected, and it didn't follow the routine at all.
The driver was a very beautiful girl. When she saw a person suddenly appearing in front of the car, she screamed in fright. Instead of pressing the brakes, she let go of the steering wheel with both hands and covered her eyes.
"Here, what's going on? Why are you covering your eyes if you don't step on the brakes? Also, what's the point of stepping on the accelerator?"
Seeing the Maserati rushing over like a wild horse, it was too late for Ye Bufan to hide.
There was a loud bang, and he was knocked flying for more than ten meters like a kite with its string broken. He felt that all the bones in his body were broken in mid-air, and he spit out a large piece of blood.
“You can’t have a female driver if you want to have porcelain…”
That was his last thought before he lost consciousness.
After the accident, countless people watched, but no one noticed that the blood he spat out splashed on an ancient jade pendant on his chest, and was absorbed cleanly in an instant.
Ye Bufan was an orphan. This pendant was his only token when he was adopted by his mother, so he always wore it on his chest.
He vaguely felt a warmth coming from his chest, and then there was a bang in his mind, "Younger Ye Bufan, take over the inheritance of my ancient medical school!"
Then an old man in green clothes with white beard and hair appeared in his sea of consciousness, "I am Ye Xiaoyao, an ancient medical sect. You have my inheritance. You should abide by the rules of my ancient medical sect, hang a pot to help the world, and practice medicine all over the world."
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Subsequently, countless information was integrated into his brain, including martial arts techniques, medical techniques, Xuanmen techniques, and various skills...
After the influx of this information, it immediately merged with his memory, and it was extremely clear, as if it was innate.
At the same time, the ancient jade pendant on his chest became hotter and hotter, and eventually turned into a strong flow of air and injected it into his body.
After the air flowed into the body, his muscles and bones were quickly strengthened, and the severe injuries he had just suffered were repaired one by one.
A feeling of extreme comfort came, and Ye Bufan quickly fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, he regained consciousness and opened his eyes to see the white surroundings. This was in a hospital ward.
What happened just now? Is it a dream?
He subconsciously touched his chest. Only a red rope remained on the pendant on his chest, and the ancient jade had disappeared.
It was obvious that he had been hit hard by the Maserati, but now he felt no pain at all. On the contrary, his condition was better than ever, and every muscle fiber was full of strength.
The medical skills, mystical skills, and martial arts skills learned in my brain were all clear, and each of them proved that it was not a dream, and that I had indeed received the inheritance of the ancient medical school.
"you're awake!"
A surprised voice rang in his ears, and then a beautiful face appeared in front of him.
This woman has long hair that hangs over her shoulders, her cheeks are so delicate that you can't find any flaws, and coupled with her graceful figure that curves forward and backward, she is really beautiful to the extreme.
He couldn't help but be stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his whole life, and the beautiful female stars on TV were just like that.
"I'm so sorry. My name is Qin Chuchu. I just got my driver's license yesterday. I didn't expect to hit you today!"
Only then did Ye Bufan remember that the apologetic girl in front of him was the owner of Maserati.
He didn't have any resentment towards this girl. He took the initiative on his own initiative and couldn't blame her.
On the contrary, I was filled with gratitude. If I hadn't met this female driver, I wouldn't have received the inheritance of ancient medicine.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Chuchu continued: "Don't worry, I will be responsible if you hit someone. You can rest here and I will be responsible for all the medical expenses until you are completely recovered and discharged."
Seeing that the girl in front of him didn't have any of the arrogance of a rich girl, Ye Bufan's feelings increased greatly. He said, "Thank you, I'll be fine."
"I was scared to death yesterday. I actually knocked you out so far."
Qin Chuchu patted her high chest and said, "Strange to say, the doctor said after examination that you were fine, but you were temporarily in a coma due to concussion.
This is simply a miracle
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, my car was sent for overhaul, but nothing happened to you. It’s unbelievable. "
Ye Bufan was shocked when he heard the word coma, and asked eagerly: "How long have I been in coma?"
Qin Chuchu said: "It will take almost half a day. Originally, the doctor said that it would take 24 hours for you to wake up..."
"Half a day?"
Ye Bufan sat up suddenly. His mother was still dying in the hospital and he couldn't stay here any longer.
Now that he has inherited the ancient medical school, no one in the world can surpass him in medical skills. He no longer needs other doctors to perform operations, and he can cure his mother's disease.
In a hurry, he grabbed Qin Chuchu's hand and asked eagerly: "Where is this?"
Qin Chuchu was so startled by his reaction that she even forgot to withdraw her hand, and said reflexively: "This is the central hospital."
His mother was in Jiangnan Hospital, which was still some distance away. Ye Bufan jumped out of bed, put on his shoes and hurried out.
Qin Chuchu called from behind: "Hey, where are you going? The doctor wants you to have a good rest..."
"I'm fine. Let's go straight to the hospital."
After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he quickly left the Central Hospital and ran towards Jiangnan Hospital. When passing by a pharmacy, he bought a package of silver needles and put them in his pocket.
In the ICU ward of Jiangnan Hospital, the attending doctor Xie Haitao looked at Ouyang Lan's eyelids, then looked at the instruments on the bedside, and said to nurse Zhang Xiaoman: "The person is definitely dead, let's proceed to the next step."
"I understand, Doctor Xie."
Zhang Xiaoman agreed, took a white sheet, and prepared to cover the deceased.
Xie Haitao glanced at Ouyang Lan, who was lying on the bed. His eyes were full of indifference, without any regret or guilt.
"If her family can pay 50,000 yuan for the surgery and I perform the surgery myself, there may be hope of survival.
It's a pity that he is a poor man who can't even come up with such a small amount of money. Without money, he can only wait to die. "
At this moment, Ye Bufan hurried in from outside, saw the white sheet in Zhang Xiaoman's hand and shouted: "Stop, what are you going to do?"
Zhang Xiaoman was startled, stopped what he was doing and said, "The patient is dead..."
"Nonsense, my mother is not dead!"
Ye Bufan obtained the inheritance of ancient medicine and understood Ouyang Lan's condition clearly at just one glance. He was now in a state of suspended animation before death and did not really die.
He stepped forward and pushed Zhang Xiaoman away, took out the silver needles from his pocket, and quickly thrust the silver needles into Ouyang Lan's body one by one.
