566: Chapter 555: What Kind of Man is He 566: Chapter 555: What Kind of Man is He Amidst her swift run through the woods, she followed the path they had taken coming here, hoping to meet up with Ning Fan and A-Lei.
About ten minutes later, a figure descended in front of her.
Ah Yu instinctively tensed up before she saw two blood-soaked figures appear in front of her.
“Ning Fan… A-Lei!”
Ah Yu first noticed Ning Fan, then realized A-Lei was seriously injured and extremely weak at this moment.
“Why have you come back?” Ning Fan asked, not stopping as he continued to run forward.
Ah Yu quickly followed him.
“We need to find a safe place, we can’t delay any longer, he’s already half a step into Ghost Gate Pass!”
Ning Fan, carrying A-Lei, explained to Ah Yu.
A-Lei, who had covered their retreat, was severely injured, and his condition was very dangerous.
If they didn’t find a safe place to treat him soon, by the time that it was too late, there really would be no way to bring A-Lei back.
Upon hearing this, Ah Yu’s expression also turned grave, and the group quickened their pace.
Soon after, Ning Fan and his team met up with A-Feng and A-Dian, while a helicopter flew in from a distance.
Thudding sounds grew louder and louder—
The helicopter, bearing the symbol of the Chen Financial Conglomerate, landed in an open field.
Ning Fan, carrying the critically injured A-Lei, immediately ran towards it, followed closely by the others.
About fifteen minutes later, the helicopter landed at a winery, and upon reaching this outpost, Ning Fan hurriedly prepared a room to treat A-Lei.
Aside from Ah Yu, the other two wounded also left after some persuasion.
Inside the room, A-Lei, now a bloody mess, lay on a large bed.
Beside him, Ning Fan arranged silver needles of varying lengths.
Concentrating Pure Yang Qi in the True Qi, Ning Fan prepared to start the acupuncture, his forehead beaded with sweat from his worry.
“Cough cough cough cough!”
Suddenly, A-Lei spat out a mouthful of turbid blood, his eyes opening as his breathing grew weaker.
“Am… am I… going to die?”
In halting words, A-Lei spoke, turning his head to look at Ning Fan and Ah Yu beside him, then let out a pained smile.
Though his vision was blurry, he recognized the two people, and it seemed like Ah Yu was crying, though no sobbing was heard.
A-Lei thought he saw two clear tears on Ah Yu’s face.
“It’s okay, I won’t let you die!” Ning Fan looked resolutely at A-Lei.
Meanwhile, A-Feng and A-Dian, who had just received simple first aid, gently pushed open the door and came inside.
Upon seeing A-Lei lying on the bed, with his life slowly fading, they were shocked and ran over in agitation.
“A-Lei!”
The two shouted in unison.
Upon hearing their tear-stricken voices, A-Lei’s lips quivered and his fingers began to tremble slightly.
“Having you guys… really is… wonderful… Ning Fan, we… are brothers, right?”
As though leaving his last words, A-Lei looked like he was at the brink of death, at his final moments.
“Isn’t that obvious?!
Just shut up, I don’t want you talking.
Just lie down, that’s all you need to do.
Tomorrow you’ll open your eyes and still see the sun!”
Ning Fan’s expression was somewhat excited as he reminded A Lei not to speak and promised that he could save him.
“I…
I…”
Seeing that A Lei still wanted to say something, Ning Fan shook his head and leaned in close to listen.
“Having a brother like you makes dying worthwhile!”
This statement touched Ning Fan deeply, and it was also because of these words that he became even more determined to save A Lei.
On the side, A Yu and others were silently crying, their eyes conveying a deep sadness.
“Now is not the time for last words.
I told you, I will bring you back alive!”
Ning Fan’s demeanor changed, and when he reopened his eyes, they emitted a hazy blue glow.
He could see the internal state of A Lei’s body—multiple internal injuries, severe bleeding, damages that even the most advanced modern medical techniques couldn’t repair.
“Huff—”
Ning Fan took a deep breath and pinched a slender Silver Needle between his fingers, his forehead continually sweating as he focused intently on A Lei’s chest, covered in wounds.
True Qi gathered around the Silver Needle, and Ning Fan began to administer the first needle at A Lei’s heart.
This was followed by three more Silver Needles, each at A Lei’s third eye and beside each ear.
Pure Yang Qi slowly infused into A Lei’s body from where the needles had pierced.
A Lei’s complexion turned bright red, the blood on his skin evaporated, and a hazy mist rose from his body surface.
Like being cooked, A Lei’s skin was blood-red, not because it was stained with blood but because it seemed as if all the blood in his body was boiling.
Ning Fan’s needling continued.
As he infused Pure Yang Qi into A Lei, the True Qi inside him condensed into a whirlwind.
With the final needle insertion, the redness on A Lei’s body surface gradually faded, and his body stopped emitting steam-like mist, instead exuding a mass of black sweat.
“What is this…
Exactly is this?!”A Yu exclaimed in surprise as she saw the murky black sweat seeping out of A Lei, her tears already stopped because A Lei’s breath had gradually steadied.
Ning Fan paid no attention to A Yu, nor to the other two, A Feng and A Dian, who were too shocked to speak.
A Lei had been saved by him, pulled back from Ghost Gate Pass.
Seeing this, Ning Fan was overjoyed, but a heavy sense of dizziness also struck his mind.
“Not yet, it’s still a little short!”
He couldn’t relax now.
Although A Lei had almost been saved, any slight mistake afterwards could have unimaginable consequences.
Forcing himself to endure the fatigue in his head, Ning Fan clenched his teeth and removed the Silver Needles from A Lei one by one.
The glow in his eyes gradually dissipated, and Ning Fan propped himself on the bed with his hands.
Unlike the excited trio, he could now barely muster a weak smile of relief.
“I’ll leave the rest to you…”
Ning Fan’s hands drooped weakly as he spoke.
He turned around, not wanting them to see his frail state, and prepared to quietly leave the place.
The bedsheet beneath A Lei had turned completely black, the sticky black liquid had all flowed out from his body, A Feng called urgently for the people in the winery to come quickly and carry A Lei to the bathroom for cleaning.
While A Yu, after her excitement, looked at the quietly departing figure.
Her cool eyes flickered with an indescribable expression, her heart intricately watching Ning Fan leave, a tender part of her heart struck by the image of his weary yet enduring figure.
“What kind of man is he, after all?”
A Yu realized that she knew very little about Ning Fan.