Ye Jinwu finally couldn't stand the physical pain and mental exhaustion and passed out. Her last memory before she fell into a coma was of the man kneeling in front of the bed, holding her hand, like a devout Buddhist, begging her for salvation and telling her that he was willing to lay down his butcher knife and become a Buddha for her.
Finally, she heard the man's bass voice in her ears: "From now on, don't run away from me again. Men who have fallen into hell and become devils are very dangerous and tyrannical. For love, you can lay down your butcher knife, or you can kill gods and Buddhas for love."
The man's threatening and tempting words filled her entire dream.
In a trance, she recalled her first meeting with Master Lingji many years ago. Master Lingji said that she had a connection with Buddha, so he predicted her fate: deep love will not bring long life, and extreme wisdom will bring harm!
She never understood this sentence, so what it meant.
Even now!
"You can't escape."
Si Yuanzhen's fingers gently stroked her pale and haggard cheek. Because there was no anesthesia or painkillers, even though she was in a coma, her body and mind were suffering from great torture and she was not at peace. Her face was full of hidden pain, and her forehead and nose were covered with dense sweat. Occasionally, a faint moan could be heard from the depths of her throat.
It is hard to imagine that such a fragile woman can be so strong and endure pain that even men may not be able to endure.
He suddenly thought that she was the pear blossom that blooms in March and April.
The winter plum blossoms are the shadow of pear blossoms.
The wintersweet is proud and frosty, while the pear blossoms are pure and clean like ice.
Although pear blossoms are delicate, they are also cold-resistant.
Si Yuanzhen suddenly became a little irritable.
Mo Fei leaned against the wall and puffed a cigarette. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one and handed it to him: "Would you like one?"
He took off his sterile clothes and the mask on his face, revealing a baby face with childishness and unexpected youth. It was absolutely unimaginable that this person was the black doctor who roamed around the Z-Vietnam border and was known as a "drug doctor who only wanted money instead of saving the dying".
Si Yuanzhen took the cigarette he handed over and held it in his mouth: "Cigarettes are really a good thing at certain times."
Is it undeniable
Si Yuanzhen puffed out smoke and asked, "How is her injury?"
He felt his fingers tremble uncontrollably, and the long ash on the cigarette between his fingers instantly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Mo Fei glanced at him calmly and said, "You should know his health better than me."
Although Si Yuanzhen is not a doctor, his long experience of hovering between life and death makes him know better than anyone the consequences of bullets hitting various parts of the body.
They will also judge the severity of the injury based on their own injuries.
Si Yuanzhen kicked Mo Fei to the ground, his tone full of impatience: "Don't give me that, you're acting like a woman."
He knew exactly how serious Ye Jinwu's injury was.
But he is not a doctor after all, and he dare not be careless when it comes to Ye Jinwu.
Mo Fei got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "She was seriously injured and lost too much blood. She was originally delicate and had a bumpy ride. She was very fragile both physically and mentally. Although the bullet in her body has been successfully removed, she cannot receive the best treatment due to the lack of medicine. She will soon have a high fever. Under such poor medical conditions, you know what a high fever means to her."
In this case, a high fever means life is in danger.
Si Yuanzhen's face darkened.
Mo Fei smiled sarcastically: "Why do you have to learn something else? It's true that the men of the Si family can't escape their fate."
The men of the Si family are all favored by God. They are unparalleled in wisdom and strategy, and are good at maneuvering and playing power games. They are so smart that they are almost like demons. Every generation of Si family men is a generation of brilliant and talented heroes.
However, God is fair. The men in the Si family are all short-lived and few of them can live beyond fifty.
Their fate is either to live alone until the end of their lives or to die for love.
As if it were a curse, God gave them extraordinary talents, but also put them in a pair of shackles that bound them. These shackles were their most tragic fate.
Si Yuanzhen's fingers tapped the submachine gun in his hand. "Compared to using artificial insemination at the age of 40, leaving behind the Si family bloodline, and then waiting to die alone, I find it easier to accept this wonderful fateful ending."
Men from the Si family have an almost pathological obsession with love and a morbid obsession with women.
It's probably fate.
Many people spend their entire lives without love and alone.
Only the Si family bloodline continues to survive in the long torrent of time.
Mo Fei sneered: "If that's the case, you will die faster."
Women like Ye Jinwu are indeed rare in the world, because she is too clean and pure, both physically and mentally.
A man like Si Yuanzhen, who is in the depths of hell, holding a butcher knife and full of murderous sins, has no resistance to such a woman at all.
Just like black and white.
The rotation of black and white always has a kind of fate and persistence like Murphy's Law.
Such a woman is a chronic poison to a man like Si Yuanzhen.
It will erode his willpower bit by bit.
Si Yuanzhen didn't care: "Don't worry, I will definitely give birth to the next generation of heirs of the Si family before I die, and pass on the incense of the Si family."
Mo Fei sneered, "Who would worry about the incense of your Si family?" He brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took a deep puff, and then exhaled a large cloud of green smoke: "Si Yuanzhen, you are so despicable. There are three things that Buddhism cannot save: you have no fate, no faith, and no wish. It is difficult for gods and Buddhas to save you. But you are so shameless that you ask Buddhist believers to save you. Haha! You can only deceive naive women like Ye Jinwu with these words. You don't even believe in the words that you can become a Buddha by putting down your butcher knife!"
Si Yuanzhen's identity and status destined him to a life of killing. Master Lingji once said that Si Yuanzhen's destiny was one of killing and destruction, and he was in the three constellations of Sha Po Lang. Such a person was destined to hold power and be in charge of the overall situation. As long as he lived, he would fight endlessly.
This is his fate.
Cannot be changed.
Otherwise, die!
Therefore, everything he said to Ye Jinwu was just lies to deceive people.
Si Yuanzhen stared at the cigarette between his fingers, with wisps of green smoke rising from the cigarette butt: "So what?"
He has never been a gentleman, and using any means to achieve his goals has always been his style. He really intended to use the grace of saving Ye Jinwu's life to win her heart, take advantage of her when she was seriously injured and vulnerable, and use her belief in Buddhism to crush her inner hesitation, wavering and vacillation in one fell swoop.
Let her have no escape.
Mo Fei took a deep breath and said, "You don't want her to save you, but you want to drag her into hell."
The Avici Hell lasts for countless eons, and there is no hope of escaping.
Look, there is no escape from hell.
Who can cross