Chapter 1334 Who Goes to Hell?

Seeing the injured's distorted facial features, Ye Tianlong finally understood how the nurses and others could be frightened.

The guy in front of me was really terrifying. The burnt muscles had a huge impact. It felt like being transported to the crematorium, roasted to medium rare and then dragged out.

Burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, Ye Tianlong could only describe it this way. The only thing different from the corpses in the crematorium was that the injured was still alive.

When Ye Tianlong supported the shaking Zhao Yaoyao, Tian Mo quickly stepped forward to put the mask back on him, and then took over the mobile hospital bed.

Ye Tianlong knew that the nurse and Zhao Yaoyao were frightened, so after asking the nurse to show where the ward was, he asked Tian Mo to push the patient there for recuperation first.

Then, Ye Tianlong called several people from the Dragon Division and asked them to escort Zhao Yaoyao back to rest first, and then transferred four members of the Phoenix Division.

Ye Tianlong gave them full authority to handle the car accident and asked them to use their connections to deal with the traffic police and find the family members.

He was busy until three o'clock in the afternoon when he had time to rest.

"How is Miao Tiannu doing?"

At 3:10, Ye Tianlong sat at the door of the special care ward for the injured, picked up a large bottle of soda water, poured it into it, and then asked Tian Mo:

"Is the coefficient still normal?"

He didn't know the other person's name, so he could only use the words on the notepad to avoid replacing it with anonymity.

Tian Mo was holding an egg sandwich, chewing on it, and responded: "Everything is normal, there are two senior nurses watching inside."

Although Miao Tiannu's burns were very frightening, as long as the simulation mask was worn securely, the frighteningness was reduced by two points.

Moreover, Ye Tianlong spent a thousand days' salary, and the caregivers who signed up to take care of Miao Tiannu immediately swarmed, and Tian Mo picked two of them to take care of the patients.

Ye Tianlong opened the door and took a look, and found that the instrument index was normal and the two caregivers were reliable. He breathed a sigh of relief again, rubbed his head and said:

"As long as it's normal, I hope he can wake up soon and make a handover with his family then, so we don't have to go through so much trouble."

If Miao Tiannu's family showed up to take care of him, Ye Tianlong was willing to pay a little more to settle the matter, so that Zhao Yaoyao would not always think about it.

"Although this man's skin and flesh were burned to pieces and his face was terrifying, I could feel that there was a light energy in him."

After Ye Tianlong drank most of the bottle of soda water, Tian Mo said hesitantly: "He has a somewhat similar temperament to Di Kuangtian."

Ye Tianlong narrowed his eyes when he heard this: "Really?" Then he nodded: "It's really not easy to survive after being burned like this."

"But we don't need to explore him too much. Sometimes our gossip and curiosity may hurt Miao Tiannu."

Tian Mo nodded: "Understood." He took out a sandwich and gave it to Ye Tianlong: "Eat some?"

"You go ahead and eat it. After half the lunch, your appetite is gone."

Ye Tianlong stretched and stood up and walked towards the exit of the floor: "I'm going to buy a few carrots to calm down the shock. I'll go back later after the doctor checks."

He quickly walked to the elevator. As soon as he pressed the right elevator button, the left elevator opened and seven or eight men and women in colorful clothes walked out and approached the left ward.

Ye Tianlong was about to enter the elevator when he saw a familiar figure, Miao Boguang.

Miao Boguang swept away his morning gray clothes and wore a long gown similar to a white coat. There were Buddhist beads on his wrists, all carved from precious medicinal materials.

Behind him were three apprentices with clean clothes and collars, each carrying a medicine box in three colors: red, white and black.

Miao Boguang walks smoothly and has a calm expression. He gives way to people he meets in the aisle. At first glance, he looks like a very reliable and famous doctor.

Then, Ye Tianlong captured that among the people surrounding Miao Boguang, there were Han Jing's agents and assistants, all with solemn and respectful expressions:

"Miracle Doctor Miao, please come this way. Miss Han is here."

There was no arrogance on Miao Boguang's face, he just nodded slightly, and then followed Han Jing's manager and the others into ward 808.

"I didn't expect Han Jing to be here too."

A trace of surprise flashed across Ye Tianlong's face, and Han Jing's pretty face flashed through his mind. Then he walked out of the elevator and leaned over by accident.

He saw someone guarding the ward, so he got into a utility room, climbed out from the skylight and climbed to the west window of 808.

Opposite 808 is a new inpatient unit that has been completed but has not yet been officially used, so no one found Ye Tianlong sticking to the window like a spider.

Ye Tianlong carefully glanced through the gap in the curtains and saw Han Jing lying on the hospital bed.

The eyebrows are black and blue, the cheeks are pale, and the eyes are closed, looking as weird as paper pricks...

"Um!"

At this time, there were seven or eight people surrounding the hospital bed. Miao Boguang sat on a chair and stretched out his fingers to feel Han Jing's pulse.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes spread his brows, sometimes solemnly, sometimes relaxed, tugging at the hearts of Han Jing's manager and assistant.

They looked nervous and even held their breath, for fear of disturbing Miao Boguang's diagnosis and treatment, but they still kept twitching the corners of their mouths, as if they wanted to ask questions.

Han Jing is their bread and butter and the company's cash cow. Naturally, their managers and assistants don't want anything to happen to Han Jing.

"Okay, the diagnosis is complete."

Five minutes later, Miao Boguang loosened his fingers and asked for a basin of cold water to wash his hands: "Miss Han's illness is very serious."

The female agent with a shaved head was worried: "Mr. Miao, what disease does Miss Han have? Why can't the hospital find out at all?"

"If the hospital can detect the disease, do I still need to take action?"

There was a hint of joking in Miao Boguang's eyes: "The world is so big, not all diseases can be solved with cold detection machines."

The agent nodded repeatedly: "The miracle doctor is right, it was my words that offended him."

Miao Boguang waved his hand magnanimously: "It's okay. If you care, you will be confused. It's understandable that you said the wrong thing."

The manager had a look of admiration on his face, and then said, "Miracle doctor, what is Miss Han's disease?"

"Even if the hospital can't detect a disease, you won't understand it even if I tell you. You just need to know that her condition is very serious."

Miao Boguang looked at his agent and said calmly: "She has at most three days to save her. After three days, she will sleep forever."

"And her body will continue to resist the input of nutritional liquid, which means that she can only live for a month at most after being completely comatose."

He added calmly: "Even the Great Luo Immortal will be unable to save her by then."

The agent and assistant were shocked and looked surprised: "What? Only one month to live?"

"Yes, if you don't believe it, you can ask the doctor."

Miao Boguang was justified: "Look at their detection coefficients to see if they are resistant to the liquid medicine as I said."

The agent subconsciously grabbed Miao Boguang and shouted: "Miracle doctor, can you save Miss Han?"

"I am Miao Boguang, the miracle doctor of Tiandu. Of course I can save Miss Han."

Miao Boguang looked approachable: "It's just that the cost is very expensive."

When Ye Tianlong pricked up his ears to listen, the beautiful assistant hurriedly asked: "How much is it?"

"I need to treat her for eight hours. My consultation fee is 1 million, the hourly treatment fee is 300,000, and the cost of medicine is 10 million."

Miao Boguang gave a number in a calm tone: "Add to my three disciples a red envelope of 200,000 each, for a total of 14 million."

"As long as 14 million arrives, I can wake up Miss Han right away."

The agent and assistant were both stunned: "What? Fourteen million?"

This is too expensive, too expensive, right? Today's consultation fee of 1 million seemed scary to them, but they did not expect that the cost of saving a life would be 14 million.

The beautiful assistant spoke with difficulty: "Miracle doctor, isn't the fee a bit high?"

"Is this a lot of money?"

Miao Boguang snorted noncommittally: "I will diagnose Mr. Taishu at noon. The cost of the consultation alone is 10 million."

"If your great uncle and second young master hadn't asked me to come over and have a look with Ms. Han, I wouldn't want to come over to diagnose this pulse."

He stood up: "Okay, I've finished the diagnosis. Remember to transfer one million to my account. You can think about it slowly whether you want to continue the treatment later."

"Just remember, you only have three days. After these three days, don't come to me again. No matter how much money you have, I will not heal you."

After finishing speaking, Miao Boguang turned around and left the ward with his three apprentices.

"Xiao Wen, hurry up and follow the miracle doctor, say something soft, apologize, and make the miracle doctor feel better so as not to give up."

The agent took out his cell phone and pulled his assistant out: "I'll call the company and see what the general manager wants."

She didn't have Han Jing's account, and she didn't know Han Jing's family, and she couldn't afford 14 million, so she had to let the company handle the matter.

The agent and a few assistants quickly went out and hurriedly started working on the matter. The ward became quiet again, leaving Han Jing lying quietly.

"The old guy has a really big appetite."

After confirming that everyone in the ward was gone, Ye Tianlong climbed in through the window, rolled on the floor like a civet, and then stood up silently.

He walked to Han Jing's hospital bed, looked at that pretty face and murmured: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Then, he lowered his head and kissed the cold red lips...