During the body's repair process, replenishing foods are naturally essential.
"That's not true. Curing my illness is more important to me than anything else than my life," Lei Dashan said, shaking his head slightly.
Hearing this, Yang Feng just smiled faintly, quickly finished his food, let out a soft burp, and lay down on the bed.
After eating, lying down for a while will allow you to live for 18,000 years...
"My benefactor, how did you get these injuries? Did you roll down the mountain? They're so severe."
Lei Dashan asked with some curiosity, his injuries looked really frightening, with bruises all over his body, many scars, and possibly internal ruptures.
"Hmm, probably." Yang Feng closed his eyes and replied calmly. As for the battle with Ye Aotian, it was best not to let the news get out now, otherwise when Ye Aotian came looking for him again...
That would be a real disaster.
Therefore, at times like this, he would not trust anyone but himself. The feeling of having no spiritual power in his body made Yang Feng feel extremely insecure.
"Alright then, my benefactor, you can rest here and leave once you're better."
After saying that, Lei Dashan turned and walked out, a trace of confusion flashing in the depths of his eyes. If he had fallen from the mountain, he should have been on the verge of death and in the hospital, but Yang Feng woke up in less than three days and seemed to be able to move around.
Perhaps he is one of those legendary masters.
Thinking of this, Lei Dashan suddenly remembered something and walked towards their family's storage room.
Noticing that Lei Dashan had left, Yang Feng opened his eyes a crack, glanced at the closed door, and then quietly waited for his body to heal.
There's really no other way. Absorbing spiritual energy now won't do much good, and might even lead to qi deviation.
Therefore, we can only wait for the damaged body to repair itself, while the internal injuries can be resolved.
After drinking another bottle of Dragon Liquid potion, Yang Feng closed his dim eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Yanjing First People's Hospital.
In a VIP ward on the 25th floor of the hospital, there was a girl with baby-like skin and delicate features, but her eyes were tightly closed.
Her face was deathly pale, as if she were seriously ill, and a trace of sorrow was revealed between her slightly furrowed brows, making people feel sorry for her.
And she is Yang Lianqing.
He was also connected to various medical instruments, and his heartbeat was very slow.
"Doctor, how is she now?! Will she ever wake up?" Su Yumeng stood beside the hospital bed, her face full of worry, asking the famous old doctor next to her.
"Eh... This young lady suffered a severe head injury and has a dent on the right side of her head, which has left her unconscious. She may not be out of danger yet."
The old doctor shook his head and replied.
After all, it's brain damage, which is very serious.
"What?! This...this...Doctor, what should we do? I'll pay any price, as long as you can save her, please, doctor!"
Upon hearing this, Su Yumeng was so anxious that she almost burst into tears. She had only ended up in this situation to save her.
"There's no other way. Let's see how things go. If the situation remains the same, then surgery will be necessary."
The old doctor pushed up his glasses, glanced at the beautiful girl on the hospital bed, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Surgery?! What is the success rate of the surgery? Are there any side effects?" Su Yumeng asked hurriedly.
"The success rate of the surgery is only 35%, and there will certainly be side effects, but as long as..."
The old doctor was interrupted by her exclamation before he could finish speaking.
"What! The success rate is only 35%?! Doesn't that mean the chances of Lianqing being cured are very small? What if the surgery fails...?"
"If the surgery fails, she might... pass away." The old doctor sighed inwardly and continued:
"But if surgery is not performed, the patient will remain in a critical period and may die of brain death within three days."
Upon hearing this, Su Yumeng was struck dumb, frozen in place, muttering repeatedly, "She'll still die... in three days..."
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, the old doctor said, "Hey, Miss Su, there's another way. We can invite Dr. Li Shizhen, an honorary doctor at our hospital, to come in. That way, the success rate of the surgery will be at least fifty percent!"
"But... well, as long as you can get him!"
After saying that, the old doctor turned and left. He knew that this Miss Su was a rich young lady, but that Master Li was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor who could not be hired with money.
Sometimes having money is useless.
Because he's a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, why would he need money?
Su Yumeng, who had been stunned, suddenly brightened up and murmured quickly, "Master Li Shizhen, for Lianqing's sake, I will definitely invite you here."
She believed that money could make the devil turn the millstone!
He turned around and sat down next to Yang Lianqing, called two young nurses over to take care of her, and then walked outside, taking out his phone to call his family.
Although the Su family of Yanjing is not ranked among the top ten families in Yanjing, their economic and commercial strength is not to be underestimated.
They remain firmly in eleventh place in the family rankings because their family has never produced a martial artist; they can only rely on money to hire martial arts bodyguards for protection.
Another issue is that they lack influence within the military region... otherwise, they would still possess considerable strength even without martial artists.
I'll update as usual tomorrow; I'm taking the postgraduate entrance exam these past two days.