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    “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

    Jiang Mengli and Zhao Muge rushed Song Shiyan to a nearby hospital.

    Jiang Zhiyi also hurried over with people. After all, Song Shiyan was the most important contributor to the Southern Martial Alliance and the Jiang clan. He was seriously injured now, so she couldn’t care less.

    She also pulled the instigator, Ye Fan, over.

    The red light in the emergency room is like a giant bloodshot eye, cutting the corridor into a patchwork of light and dark.

    Jiang Zhiyi was walking around the door of the operating room like a trapped animal. Song Shiyan’s blood-soaked shirt kept impacting her brain nerves.

    Jiang Zhiyi and Zhao Muge also looked solemn. They looked at the operating room and Mark from time to time. They wanted to say something but didn’t say anything.

    But Ye Fan didn’t care at all. Not to mention that Song Shiyan couldn’t die, even if he really died, it was none of his business.

    But his cynical expression fell into Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes, making the latter even more helpless and disappointed.

    “Family! Family!”

    Less than thirty minutes later, the operating door opened and a nurse rushed out with a look of anxiety on her face:

    “The patient has lost too much blood! A blood transfusion is urgently needed!”

    “It’s just that the shooting at Fishing Lake injured many people and used up a lot of the hospital’s reserves. Now we must find the matching AB blood type immediately!”

    The nurse’s fingertips holding the report sheet were trembling slightly: “That is to say, the patient is out of danger now and needs you to donate blood. Please call a few more people for blood tests!”

    Jiang Mengli grabbed Ye Fan and rushed forward to the nurse:

    “Smoke Ye Fan!”

    She gritted her teeth: “He is the culprit! Let his blood make up for it!”

    The nurse quickly took half a step back: “One person’s blood volume is simply not enough…”

    “Pull! Pump until you die!”

    Jiang Mengli lost control and shouted: “You don’t need to consider the amount of blood. Just pump Brother Shi Yan as much blood as he needs! Even if he drains all the blood from his body!”

    The nurse shook her head again: “This is murder! The hospital can’t do this! And this gentleman’s blood type may not match. You’d better find a few more people…”

    “Whether his blood matches or not, draw it for me first. If it matches, draw it to death. If it doesn’t match, it will fall to the ground!”

    Jiang Mengli was angry: “He harmed brother Shi Yan like this, and draining his blood was just to make him easier!”

    “Stop!”

    When Ye Fan was about to give Jiang Mengli a big competition, Jiang Zhiyi rushed over and pulled Jiang Mengli’s wrist away:

    “Mengli, this is a critical period, please stop fooling around!”

    “It’s more important to save people now. Follow the doctor’s instructions.”

    She reminded: “Otherwise, Song Shiyan’s rescue will be delayed, and it will be useless for you to cry to death and regret it!”

    Zhao Muge also held up his cell phone and said, “Mengli, listen to President Jiang! Stop making trouble! Don’t worry, I have already informed the disciples of the Southern Martial Alliance to come over. They will definitely have enough blood.”

    Ye Fan said casually: “It’s really harmful to others and yourself!”

    Jiang Mengli was furious when he heard this: “You bastard, you have caused great harm to Brother Shi Yan, and you still dare to say such inhuman words? Do you believe that I will kill you?”

    She pulled out a dagger with her backhand and stabbed Ye Fan.

    Jiang Zhiyi knocked off the dagger, grabbed her daughter’s hand and yelled: “Mengli! This is a hospital, don’t use knives or guns, or you will be banned from the hospital in the future!”

    Zhao Muge also picked up the dagger and advised: “Yes, Mengli, President Jiang is in a sensitive period of rising to power. If you kill Mark now, you will get into trouble!”

    Jiang Mengli glared at Ye Fan angrily: “I can’t stand the way he still refuses to repent after hurting Brother Shi Yan!”

    Jiang Zhiyi reprimanded again: “You have to endure it if you can’t bear it. Apart from this being a hospital, Mark is still my nephew…”

    “Mom, why do you always protect him?”

    Jiang Mengli suddenly shook off Jiang Zhiyi’s hand, pointed at Ye Fan and complained:

    “Ye Fan occupied Jiang’s martial arts school, stood idly by when you were attacked, and now he pushed brother Shi Yan down the stairs. He has no bottom line and no conscience!”

    “He is no longer worthy of your love and protection!”

    Her voice was very angry: “If you continue to indulge like this, Jiang’s Martial Arts School and even the entire Southern Martial Arts League will be dragged into the abyss by him!”

    Jiang Zhiyi patted Jiang Mengli on the back: “Okay, stop talking, sit down and have a rest and be quiet, I will handle the matter!”

    She asked Jiang Mengli to sit on the stool, then she looked at Mark and asked with a look of pain in her eyes:

    “Ye Fan, I don’t care about the Thirteen Moves. Maybe you have difficulties in refusing to save someone.”

    “But you pushed Song Shiyan down the stairs and caused him to fall seriously injured. You have to give me an explanation. At least you need to admit your mistake.”

    Her voice suddenly trembled: “Is it because of jealousy? Jealous of my award to Song Shiyan, jealous of my good attitude towards Song Shiyan, so…”

    She seemed to be scolding, but also seemed to be looking forward to it, hoping that Mark would admit that he was jealous.

    But there was no emotion on Ye Fan’s face: “I’m right, why do I need to admit my mistake?”

    Jiang Mengli stood up again, pointed at Mark and shouted angrily:

    “Ye Fan, are you still a man? How dare you do it but not admit it?”

    “Hundreds of pairs of eyes here saw it. It was you who pushed Song Shiyan down the stairs. It’s useless no matter how much you try to quibble.”

    She gritted her teeth and said, “You are such a twisted and unrepentant guy. You should be expelled from the martial arts gym and have the entire martial arts world ban you!”

    Ye Fan remained calm: “I said, as long as Aunt Jiang lets me go, I will leave immediately!”

    Jiang Mengli looked at Jiang Zhiyi and shouted, “Mom, let him go…”

    “Shut up!”

    Jiang Zhiyi signaled Jiang Mengli not to be impatient, and then looked at Ye Fan with a hint of disappointment:

    “Ye Fan, you were not like this before. How come you have become unrecognizable to Aunt Jiang and everyone in such a short period of time?”

    Her voice was full of exhaustion: “How do you ask me to explain to Luo Feihua like this?”

    Ye Fan’s lips twitched when he heard the words “Luo Feihua”, then he looked at Jiang Zhiyi and said lightly:

    “Aunt Jiang, you are the president of the Nanwu Alliance,”

    He said softly: “You should have your own judgment and not be swayed by emotions.”

    “What do you mean?”

    The hem of Jiang Zhiyi’s cheongsam was lifted up by the draft, revealing her slender white calves, which were as white as the snow-white Ye Fan had seen when he got off the boat.

    However, Ye Fan quickly withdrew his gaze and spoke with a hint of indifference in his voice:

    “You know best how Song Shiyan’s martial arts cultivation is.”

    “Even if I push him, with his skill, will he be seriously injured?”

    Ye Fan looked at Zhao Muge and asked, “If I push Sect Master Zhao on the stairs, will Sect Master Zhao fall to his knees and bleed profusely?”

    “Dream!”

    Zhao Muge said disdainfully: “If you push me, I will do a backflip even if I lose my balance. How can someone get hurt from a distance of several meters?”

    The words stopped suddenly, and she suddenly frowned, as if she realized something.

    She would not be injured. With Song Shiyan’s outstanding strength in fighting in the ring, it would never be possible for her to fall like this from the stairs unless her limbs were amputated.

    Jiang Zhiyi also focused his gaze, thoughtfully.

    Jiang Mengli shouted angrily at Ye Fan: “You bitch, don’t make excuses! You must have injured Young Master Song first, and then kicked him down.”

    “You can let the doctor check the wound.”

    Ye Fan looked at Jiang Zhiyi and said calmly: “Let the doctor see if there are any injuries or restrictions left by me on Song Shiyan.”

    “Also, Jiang’s Martial Arts School should have not only strengthened security in the past two days, but also installed many cameras to monitor the inside and outside.”

    “There should also be surveillance near the stairs of the observation deck…”

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