Despair, Pleading

The young man standing outside the villa was none other than Zhang Fan!

"It's you!"

Lin Chen walked out gripping his cane, looking at Zhang Fan with a vigilant and cold gaze.

No wonder they were attacked by the Poison Sect tonight. Was it all this guy's doing?

An Yi's ring transformed into the Dragon Fang Magic Sword. Gripping it tightly, he said slowly, "You've got a tough life. To think I didn't kill you last time!"

Back then, the system had confirmed his death and rewarded An Yi with a generous 100 Evil Force points.

Now that this guy wasn't dead... the system wouldn't take the Evil Force points back, would it?

It was hard to say. That dog-shit system might actually pull something like that!

"You just sent people to besiege us, and now you come here all alone. Zhang Fan, you're quite arrogant," Lin Chen said coldly.

A cyan astral wind swirled in his hand.

This guy was extremely dangerous! Bloodthirsty, inherently cruel, and incredibly cunning.

Since he actually showed up this time, they absolutely couldn't let him go.

Zhang Fan said in a low voice, "I already left the Poison Sect half a year ago. The target they are hunting tonight is also me."

Swoosh!

Executing the Shocking Swan Step, Lin Chen lunged forward.

The Cloud-Rending Cane turned into a black blur, ruthlessly striking Zhang Fan's abdomen.

Zhang Fan had no intention of dodging and was hit head-on by the Cloud-Rending Cane.

His slightly thin figure was sent heavily crashing away.

"You didn't dodge?"

Holding the Cloud-Rending Cane, Lin Chen spoke indifferently, but became even more vigilant.

When things are this unusual, something is definitely wrong!

An Yi also dropped his usual casual demeanor. His cold eyes stared at him, "What the hell are you playing at? If you want to die, I don't mind giving you another strike!"

"I want to beg you for a favor!"

Zhang Fan shakily crawled up and said in a low voice, "An Yi, you killed me once, and I have never harmed you. Can we put our past grudges aside for now?"

"Begging me for a favor, are you serious?"

An Yi's voice was indifferent. He had never relaxed his guard against Zhang Fan.

Against an enemy as cruel and vicious as a wild dog, he didn't believe that such hatred could be easily let go just because he had killed him once.

Zhang Fan said in a low voice, "Xue Ruirui has been afflicted with a highly toxic poison. Only you can save her."

Thud!

A piercingly cold gust of wind struck!

Zhang Fan's body was swept by it, and his thin frame was ruthlessly sent flying.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Fan opened his mouth, and blood spilled out, forming a pool on the ground.

"Don't listen to this guy's lies!"

Lin Chen pulled back his hand, staring at Zhang Fan with chilling killing intent in his eyes. "Don't try to play any tricks. Take one more step forward, and I'll kill you."

Right now, Lin Chen was already at the peak of the Spirit Gathering Stage!

His strength was far, far greater than Zhang Fan's.

With just two moves, Zhang Fan had already suffered heavy injuries.

Zhang Fan shakily stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pleaded, "I beg you, please save my wife."

"Give me a reason!"

An Yi remained unmoved and said indifferently.

An enemy who was once completely irreconcilable suddenly asking for help.

No matter who it was, they wouldn't easily believe it.

"I beg you, please save Xue Ruirui!"

Zhang Fan's eyes dimmed. With a thud, he fell to his knees, lowered his head, and kowtowed to the ground.

"I am willing to be a dog of the Shura Sect! I will bite whoever you tell me to bite!"

His desolate voice echoed in the sky.

Looking at Zhang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground and begging so humbly, An Yi's expression turned solemn.

He had never expected that this vicious, ruthless, and arrogant guy would have such a humble day.

Behind him, Qin Yao and Shen Muxuan, who had just appeared, were also stunned.

"An Yi..."

Shen Muxuan gazed at An Yi, biting her lower lip lightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She wanted to persuade him, but didn't dare to speak up.

She had seen that kind of indescribable despair in Zhang Fan before.

"Where is she?"

An Yi asked indifferently.

Zhang Fan's face froze slightly, his voice choked with emotion, and tears spilled out, "Thank you, thank you!"

...

Looking at Xue Ruirui, who was lying in bed already in a coma, An Yi's expression was grim.

One corpse, two lives!

Xue Ruirui was still pregnant with a child, and her constitution was weak to begin with.

And the Thousand Herbs Poison Strain was extremely terrifying.

Over a thousand types of poisonous herbs had gathered in her body, yet they maintained a delicate balance. It was impossible to simply neutralize them; otherwise, the slightest mistake would trigger a deadly chain reaction!

An Yi took a deep breath, his face grim.

No wonder even Zhang Fan couldn't treat her. There was a reason for it.

"Can she be cured?" Zhang Fan asked nervously.

Possessing the Poison Master System, his medical skills were already top-tier.

If there was anyone in this world whose medical skills he acknowledged, it could only be An Yi.

An Yi was his last hope.

If not, he would have no choice but to make a final, near-suicidal deal with Xue Ming tomorrow.

An Yi said with a stern expression, "I have a way to expel the toxins from her body. By infusing spiritual energy, I can flush the poison out through her bloodstream!"

Zhang Fan's eyes turned red, and he said with frantic anxiety, "But stimulating the poison like that will kill her! Don't you even understand that?!"

"I have a way to keep her alive! It just depends on whether you dare to try it," An Yi said in a deep voice.

After a long silence, Zhang Fan looked defeated, his voice hoarse. "What are the odds of success?"

"Fifty percent!"

An Yi answered truthfully.

He only had a fifty percent chance of success. As for the child... he wasn't sure if it could be saved either.

"I..."

As soon as Zhang Fan opened his mouth, his voice choked up, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Watching helplessly as Xue Ruirui fell into a poisoned coma, hovering between life and death, he was powerless.

An indescribable agony and self-hatred gripped his heart.

"A'Fan..."

Xue Ruirui woke up, murmuring softly, her eyelids fluttering slightly.

"I'm here!"

Zhang Fan quickly held Xue Ruirui's hand and looked at her earnestly.

"I want to try! A'Fan, okay?" Xue Ruirui gazed at him and spoke weakly.

A fifty percent hope of being cured.

Compared to just sitting and waiting for death, this was already a miracle.

Zhang Fan's voice choked with emotion as he nodded solemnly, "Okay!"

Xue Ruirui smiled, slowly closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Zhang Fan looked at An Yi. "I leave her to you. I will fully cooperate."

An Yi nodded slightly, his eyes solemn.

Other than Shen Muxuan's Heavenly Yin Spiritual Vein, this was absolutely the trickiest medical condition he had ever encountered.

An Yi took out a set of Nine Yang Divine Needles.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his condition to its peak, and then pierced the silver needles into her blood vessels.

In an instant, the poison in Xue Ruirui's body flared up. Her body stiffened, a layer of deathly gray covered her face, and blackness surfaced in her blood.

Zhang Fan's expression changed drastically.

This was the precursor to a full toxic outbreak!

Soul Locking Technique!

An Yi's movements were as smooth as flowing water. His hands moved so fast they created a blur of afterimages, piercing the silver needles into numerous acupoints on Xue Ruirui's body.

Drip, drop!

Black blood flowed along Xue Ruirui's slit wrist and fell into the basin.

With a sizzling sound, the ink-black blood dripped down, emitting thick white smoke...

The prolonged rescue operation finally came to an end.

An Yi put away the rows of silver needles and stumbled back two steps as if completely drained. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but a smile curled at the corners of his lips.

This procedure was absolutely the most successful one he had ever performed!

"It's a success... It succeeded!"

Zhang Fan looked at Xue Ruirui, who was sleeping peacefully but now had a steady, gentle breathing rhythm. An indescribable joy filled his chest.

Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, he covered his face, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

Xue Ruirui survived!

An Yi smiled faintly and said, "That wasn't easy. I managed to save two lives here..."