Chapter 287 Witchcraft
Daniel was carried in. He was already lame and after hearing the bad news, his legs were like noodles and he couldn't move them. Xavier was better than him. He didn't need anyone to help him. He pushed the doctor aside and ran in.
Ah Hui was one step behind them. When he stood up, Zhao Zhaodi grabbed his clothes and he slipped, almost falling to the ground.
Zhao Zhaodi pulled Ah Hui and asked in panic, "What happened? Why did they all go in? Is Lin going to die?"
Although she was illiterate and could not read a single word, she knew that the operating room was not a place one could enter casually.
After the foreign doctor said a few words, a large group of people rushed into the operating room. Her heart was pounding with panic.
Ah Hui then remembered Zhao Zhaodi and quickly ran inside with everyone else: "Young Master is dying, Madam, if you have anything to say, go in and tell us."
Zhao Zhaodi suddenly grabbed Ah Hui, her face showing a rare seriousness, and said solemnly, "Are you really going to die?"
Ah Hui raised his voice: "Really! Madam, let's not waste time!", and hurriedly pulled Zhao Zhaodi to the emergency room.
"Wait!" Zhao Zhaodi pulled her arm out of Ah Hui's hand, turned around and ran to the corner to pick up her small bag.
This was the Zhao family heirloom that she had rushed back to the room to rescue before the explosion. The conspicuous large yellow flag was also lying on the ground with the bundle.
Malier spread out all the things on the ground. Zhao Zhaodi ordered Ah Hui to get a piece of Ye Lin's clothes and cut a lock of his hair. "Oh, and we need to cut some fingernails, and..."
Ah Hui couldn't understand what Zhao Zhaodi was doing. The young master in the room was about to die, and she was still practicing feudal superstition. He couldn't help but feel angry and interrupted her anxiously: "What are you doing! The young master is going to die, don't you understand?"
Zhao Zhaodi stirred the cinnabar in her hand and placed it in the southeast corner of her jacket. She took a moment to raise her head and confront Ah Hui, saying, "I know. I'm setting up a formation to save him. What's the point of you going in to check on him? Can you really bring him back to life? You're a bunch of useless people, like a bunch of rotten chickens, fish, and shrimps. You're useless."
Ah Hui was in a bad mood, and Zhao Zhaodi was even more upset than him.
Ever since she started living a good life with Ye Lin, she hasn't been a shrew and cursed anyone for a long time. But today, when she got anxious, her true nature came out again, and she wanted to curse at everyone she saw.
Ah Hui automatically filtered out Zhao Zhaodi's dirty words, and the only thing he heard was that she could save Ye Lin. It didn't matter if she was a charlatan or a Taoist priest, as long as she could save the young master, it was fine.
He braked suddenly and stepped back from the door of the emergency room. A glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. Ah Hui asked in a trembling voice, "Can you save the young master?!"
"Nonsense! I am the descendant of the national master. How many times do I have to tell you before you believe me?" Zhao Zhaodi rolled her eyes at Ah Hui.
Time was running out, and she had no time to curse. She spoke faster and repeated what she needed.
"I'm going to use a forbidden technique this time. Simply put, it's to transfer other people's energy to Lin to help him survive this. Go ask this group of people if anyone is willing to give their energy to Lin. The more people, the better..."
At this point, Zhao Zhaodi got stuck and suddenly remembered that there was no Ye family member here. Apart from herself and Ye Lin’s two younger brothers, there was only a group of bodyguards and a housekeeper. Who would be willing to do such a thing of borrowing luck?
Ah Hui was waiting anxiously, and when he saw Zhao Zhaodi suddenly stopped talking, he knelt down beside her, and like a drowning man grabbing the last floating rope, he tightly grasped Zhao Zhaodi's arm, almost begging her to continue.
"Madam, please continue. Besides the person, what else do you need? Just tell me and I'll find it. Anything is fine!"
Zhao Zhaodi sighed.
"Lin's clothes, hair, nails, and blood from his brow."
"There's nothing else left, except someone who can lend me my luck. Go ask those foreigners if anyone is willing to lend me their luck. If they are willing, have them cut a lock of their hair, and then prick a drop of their fingertip blood and put it in this bowl. We won't force them. If they don't want to, forget it. I have other options."
As Zhao Zhaodi spoke, she handed Ah Hui a gray cloth bag whose age was unknown and whose edges were broken, and a clay bowl with a broken rim.
One holds hair, the other holds blood.
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, right away." Ah Hui took the things solemnly, got up quickly and ran to the emergency room.
Zhao Zhaodi watched him disappear behind the door, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.
He muttered to himself, "Never mind, never mind. I've lived enough in this life. Worst case scenario, I can just do it myself."
To change Ye Lin's fate, he needs to take away a lot of luck from others, or exchange his life for another's.
Zhao Zhaodi had already made up her mind by now. If there weren't enough people, she would go and exchange her own life for another. After all, she had lived for most of her life and had already made enough.
However, she violated the Zhao family's ancestral teachings today and activated the forbidden technique. She really felt guilty towards her ancestors. She would wait until she reached the underworld and met the ancestor to apologize.
It was only when Daniel entered the emergency room that he realized how serious Ye Lin's injury was.
The ears were filled with the shrill alarms of various machines. The director called on his assistant to perform cardiac defibrillation non-stop. Various drugs were injected into Ye Lin's body like water.
But his brother just lay there quietly, his body full of tubes inserted into machines, and there was not a single piece of good skin visible to the naked eye. The bloodstains on the floor and the sheets all told what a tragic accident this man had experienced.
The originally tall man was now as thin as a piece of paper, as if he would fall apart with a slight breeze.
Daniel, who had been crying all the way, tried to lower his voice at this moment, fearing that if he cried too loudly, he would blow his brother away.
Afraid of disturbing the dean, Daniel supported the bodyguard and stood one meter away. It was the first time in his life that he was so obedient.
She sobbed and complained to Ye Lin, "Brother, brother, wake up, you can't leave me... Don't do this, I'm scared..."
Xavier stood quietly aside, hot tears silently sliding down from the corners of his eyes, burning his skin. He also wanted to say it out like Daniel, but for some reason, after seeing Ye Lin, his throat seemed to suddenly lose its voice, and he could not make any sound. Only tears flowed out uncontrollably.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Dean, please let me pass!" Ah Hui rushed in from outside like a wild bull and went straight to Ye Lin who was on the operating table.
"What?!" the dean exclaimed, and was pushed by Ah Hui's big arm, and the defibrillator in his hand almost hit him.
"Brother Hui, what are you doing!"
"Brother Hui!"
"Ah Hui, you're crazy!"
Rescuing other people in the room, they were stunned by Ah Hui's operation.
When he came to his senses, this guy had already started trimming Ye Lin's nails with surgical scissors.
Owen quickly pulled Ah Hui back, his fists clenched and cracking, and shouted, "What are you doing? Is this the place for you to mess around?"
Ah Hui ignored him and focused on protecting the hair and nails he had just cut from Ye Lin.
While wrapping her nails with her head down, she told them about lending Ye Lin luck to change his fate.
"That's about it. It's up to you guys to do it or not. Time is running out. I'll go ask the bodyguards outside."
"Do it! I'll do it. Brother Hui, you cut it. You can do whatever you want." Daniel was the first to put his head in front of Hui. Although he didn't understand what his brother's aunt was going to do, as long as it could save his brother, he would even give his life in exchange.
Xavier said nothing, walked forward silently, pierced his palm with a knife, and squeezed a handful of blood into the bowl.
Owen understood what Ah Hui meant, but like Daniel and the others, he didn't hesitate at all and picked up the knife to cut off a bunch of hair. He thought that being able to work in the Fairburn family, he had already used up most of his good luck in his life, and it was nothing to pass the rest of the luck on to the young master.
The dean trembled and hid back, thinking that these people were probably crazy. They were practicing witchcraft under the feet of the solemn medicine, especially Owen. Aren’t you a top student who graduated from Cambridge!
After collecting his things, Ah Hui quickly went outside for another walk. They had brought more than a dozen bodyguards before, and Daniel brought a large group of people. Now, there were more than 40 bodyguards guarding outside the corridor.
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