Yang Fan had a very long dream.
In his dream, he returned to his original world and to his master's sect, but his master said that he was attached to the mundane world and his heart was unstable, and then he kicked him out.
Feeling disheartened, Yang Fan simply became a small landlord in the mortal world, lying on the kang all day long, holding Liu Qingru in his left hand and Su Wan in his right hand. When he had nothing to do, he would let them massage his shoulders and legs. He lived a very comfortable life!
However, just as Yang Fan was about to do something unspeakable, he heard a slight "click" sound, and the scene in front of him was like a mirror hit by a stone, and it shattered into pieces in an instant.
At this moment, Yang Fan's consciousness returned to his brain, and he suddenly remembered that in order to save Liu Qingru, he jumped directly into the mudslide!
Is my buddy dead?
wrong!
It is impossible for a dead person to still retain consciousness!
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Suddenly, there was a slight sound in his ears, as if someone was talking, but Yang Fan had pricked up his ears hard, but he could not hear clearly what the other person was saying.
At this moment, Yang Fan felt pain all over his body!
Arms, shoulders, chest, abdomen, back, legs, ankles... every inch of skin from top to bottom, there is almost no place that doesn't hurt!
More importantly, no matter how hard Yang Fan tried to control his body, it simply wouldn't obey his commands and he couldn't move at all!
Time passed minute by minute, and at some point, a ray of light suddenly flashed before Yang Fan's eyes. Then, the control of his body seemed to be back in his hands again.
“Swish!”
Yang Fan slowly opened his eyelids, and vaguely saw a simple tent.
At this moment, Yang Fan was lying on a bed, his whole body wrapped in bandages. Next to him was a young lady in a nurse's uniform, and there were several sets of simple medical equipment scattered around.
“Tick! Tick!”
In mid-air, an IV bottle was hung on an iron rack, and the liquid inside slowly flowed into the blood vessels in Yang Fan's wrist through the catheter.
"Huh! Where is this..." Yang Fan's lips trembled, but the sound coming from his throat was extremely hoarse.
"Ah? You're awake?" The nurse suddenly glanced at Yang Fan in surprise, then hurriedly shouted outside: "Director! He's awake! The patient is awake!"
Yang Fan wanted to turn his head, but his neck was so stiff and sore that he couldn't move at all. So he could only continue to ask the nurse, "Excuse me... where am I?"
"Mr. Yang, this is the temporary tent set up by the rescue soldiers. It's not far from Liujia Village..." The nurse said as she examined Yang Fan, "You've been unconscious for a whole night!"
"Pah, pah, pah..."
At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the tent, and at the same time, an anxious shout was heard.
"Miss Liu, you are also injured. Please cooperate with our work and don't move around casually... Hey, hey, hey! Miss Liu!"
“Crash!”
The door of the tent was suddenly opened, and Liu Qingru, wearing a coat, rushed in anxiously. Following closely behind Liu Qingru were a young nurse and a middle-aged male doctor.
After seeing Liu Qingru, Yang Fan felt relieved. He forced a smile and said, "Qingru, are you okay?"
Liu Qingru looked at Yang Fan with red eyes, then covered her mouth and rushed to the bed, crying!
Yang Fan wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but his arms were too weak to move, so he could only comfort her, "Don't cry, didn't we all survive? Go back to the bed and don't cause trouble for the doctor..."
No matter how Yang Fan tried to persuade her, Liu Qingru refused to leave his side. In addition, Liu Qingru hugged Yang Fan's quilt and cried loudly, and her crying immediately attracted a lot of people.
The old village chief, Liu Yi, Huang Ling, uncle, uncle-in-law, second uncle-in-law... they all walked into the tent one after another, and everyone looked at Yang Fan lying on the hospital bed with red eyes.
At this time, the doctor in a white coat reminded: "The patient is still in the recovery period. If you have anything to say, please speak up as soon as possible. Don't delay the patient's rest!"
The old village chief trembled as he walked to the bedside. With a look of excitement and guilt on his face, he said, "Xiao Fan, on behalf of the entire Liujia Village, thank you!"
"Village chief, you're too kind." Yang Fan replied with a smile.
“Crash!”
Suddenly, a female reporter squeezed in from the back of the crowd, followed by a young man carrying a camera.
Perhaps because she didn't understand the situation yet, the female reporter immediately said to the old village chief, "Village Chief Liu, I'm a reporter from the provincial TV station. I just rushed here from the disaster-stricken area in the neighboring county..."
"The mudslide in Liujia Village was so destructive that it wiped out most of the village. But I asked several people, and they all said there were no casualties..."
"Excuse me, what measures did you take to avoid this flood?"
…
In response to the reporter's question, the old village chief sighed and said, "We left the village before the mudslide came."
"Ah?" The female reporter was stunned.
The old village chief pointed at Yang Fan lying on the hospital bed and said, "It was Yang Fan who discovered the mudslide in advance and made all of us climb onto a small hill outside the village. That's how we escaped the disaster!"
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