Chapter 833

"Hey, how are you? If you don't talk, I can go?" Chu fan got up and wanted to go, but he was suddenly hugged by Bian Qingwu from behind.

"It's you, it must be you. I remember your back." Bian Qingwu's cheek pasted on Chu fan's generous back, with an unprecedented sense of security, said, "you saved me last time at the seaside. This time at the ancestral temple, you saved me again. Am I dreaming?"

I know my back. I said, I'm so handsome. How can no one like it?

"How do you know that I saved you this time in the ancestral temple? At that time, weren't you drunk?" Chu fan asked sideways.

Bian Qingwu closed his eyes and said, "I'm drunk. I can't open my eyes, but I can hear you. Even if you send me home, I remember clearly. It's just top heavy. I don't have any strength and can't speak."

"Thank you!"

At this time, a cough suddenly came not far away, startled Chu fan, quickly broke away from Bian Qingwu's embrace and turned back. Qiao Yun didn't know when to appear behind him and looked at them strangely.

"Qiao Yun, don't get me wrong. Qingwu drank too much..." Chu fan was about to explain. Bian Qingwu shook and plunged into his arms.

No way, Chu fan had to hold her and couldn't watch her fall? But without coincidence, her hand happened to be on her little ass. Qiao Yun looked angry.

You can spend all your time outside. No one cares about your bad things, but you can't do it on a minor girl? How old is she? Her body is not fully developed. Can you do it?

Chu fan was about to cry: "wife, you really misunderstood. I didn't do anything..."

"Let go!" Qiao Yun came to Chu fan and patted him on his hand, which scared Chu fan to release Bian Qingwu. Losing support, Bian Qingwu slipped from Chu fan's arms and fell to the ground, but Qiao Yun held her hand and walked towards the hut.

"Be careful of the ground..." Chu fan hurriedly reminded, but it was still a step late. Qiao Yun and Chu fan stepped on the air for the first time, hugged Bian Qingwu and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, her body was very coordinated. She soon stabilized her steps and stared at Chu fan.

It's up to me, too? It's really unfair.

Chu fan didn't dare to defend himself. He went to open the curtain. Qiao Yun walked in with Bian Qingwu and put her back in bed. This time, Bian Qingwu really fell asleep, and his originally frowned eyebrows finally stretched out and slept soundly.

"What's going on?" Qiao Yun couldn't help wrinkling her nose. The smell in the house was really bad.

Chu fan took her out and explained the story briefly. He sighed helplessly, "you can see the situation of the light dancer. Can I ignore it?"

"Everything else is easy to say, but what do you do about Bian Qingwu becoming a blood clan? Even the flower fairy demon king has nothing to do with this change."

"I haven't thought about it yet, but she certainly can't stay in the fishing village, otherwise she will have to make a big disaster." Chu fan pondered for a moment and said, "it's really not good. Send her to the holy blade base. There, although she will lose a lot of freedom, her life will be much better than now."

Qiao Yun shook her head: "don't draw a conclusion so quickly. Wait until Bian Qingwu wakes up and ask her what she thinks."

As they were chatting, Bian Qingzhou came over and carefully said, "brother, my mother is drunk and asleep."

"Wife, are you coming or me?"

"I'll come." Qiao Yun dutifully followed Bian Qingzhou in.

After all, they are all women. It's more convenient. Qiao Yun doesn't care about Chu fan, but she has to think about each other. Besides, Bian Qingzhou's father is still there. In case Chu fan sees something that shouldn't be seen, both sides will feel embarrassed.

Chu fan has nothing to do in his spare time. He takes the bucket Bian Qingzhou brought back from the seaside to the stove in the corner of the yard. In fact, it is an irregular earth stove built of bricks and sand, with an iron pot on it, even without a lid. However, both the iron pot and the tableware in the cabinet are washed very clean. In a large water tank next to the cooker, the water is full, clear and pure, and there are no impurities.

Needless to say, Bian Qingwu must have picked it up. From this, we can see that the little girl is a very clean person and pays great attention to hygiene. As for the house, there was really no way. Her father was ill all year round and peed in the house. Her mother is even more crazy. She urinates on the Kang. She can't get it washed every day.

After a while, when Qiaoyun came out of the house, Chu fan had washed the small crabs, scallops and other seafood in the bucket and picked up by Bian Qingzhou, threw them into the pot, put dry firewood on the shelf and boiled them over the fire. Soon, a strong smell of seafood came out of the pot.

Taking advantage of this time, Chu fan scooped some rice, washed it, opened the boiling pot, skimmed the floating foam, then put the rice in, added some oil, stirred it evenly, made a large iron basin, closed the pot, regarded it as a pot cover, and stewed paella.

"How about it?" Chu fan withdrew several fires and let the stove fire be smaller, otherwise, the stewed rice must be a string of cigarettes.

Qiao Yun pulled a small bench, sat down next to Chu fan and said, "Qingwu's mother is not seriously ill. I just helped her sort out the damaged brain nerves, and she will be fine. But Bian Qingwu's father's illness is a little difficult."

Needless to say, Chu fan also knows that Bian Kui's illness is very serious. If we don't pay close attention to treatment, I'm afraid it will not be delayed for half a year. His disease is different from other diseases because he has been working in a lime filled environment for a long time and inhaled a lot of lime in the waste.

At the beginning, it was OK and did not affect life, but more and more lime slowly condensed into stones in the lungs, just like concrete, which only hardened the lungs and infected the lesions.

Think Bian Kui's lungs have 80% induration, and only 20% can maintain operation. However, this overload operation can't last for long. It may kill him if one mouthful of phlegm is held back.

If he had another disease, Qiao Yun would help him cure it. But Bian Kui could cure the inflammation of his lungs, but she couldn't help the stones in his lungs.

"Look at the pot, I'll go in and have a look." Chu fan patted the floating ash on his hands and got up and walked towards the house.

On the earth Kang, Bian Qingwu's mother, Xiaocui, lay serenely beside Bian Kui, covered with Bian Kui's quilt and pillowed his pillow. Bian Kui, sitting on the Kang against the wall, looked at his wife Xiaocui with tenderness in his eyes. He loved her so much that he wanted to give her a good life. Unfortunately, it backfired. His family became poorer and poorer, and his life became worse and worse.

Xiao Cui, follow me and make you suffer.

Bian Kui stroked his wife's cheek and couldn't help leaving two lines of muddy tears. He is not afraid of death, but he is reluctant to die. He is reluctant to leave his wife, children and this leaky home.

Seeing Chu fan coming in, Bian Kui quickly wiped away his tears and said gratefully, "young man, I really don't know how to thank you and the girl. I..."

"Uncle, you don't have to be polite to me. There are more than one billion people in China. It's fate that you and I can meet. Don't worry, my aunt will get better and you won't die." Chu Fan said with a smile.

Listening to him, Bian Kui felt much better, but he was at a loss. He didn't know whether to let Chu fan sit down. I can't help it. The house is too messy and the smell is not very good. If others dislike it, they run out and won't come in.

Chu fan didn't have so many scruples. He grabbed Bian Kui's hand, carefully felt his pulse, pondered for a long time, and solemnly said, "uncle, your disease is very serious. If you don't pay close attention to the treatment, you may not live for half a month, and there is only one treatment method, but it is dangerous. Are you willing to try?"

"I..."

Bian Kui hesitated. Suddenly, Bian Qingwu's firm voice came from the door: "governance, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we must not give up. Moreover, I believe brother Chu fan."

Chu fan was surprised and said, "how do you know my name?"

"I heard it." Bian Qingwu looked completely awake. She went to see her mother. She hadn't slept so firmly for many years. Although it is still uncertain whether she will recover from her illness, the current situation definitely bodes well.

"Dad, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. No one can save you except brother Chu fan. Why do you hesitate?" Bian Qingwu advised painstakingly.

It has to be said that Bian Qingwu is very independent. Although she is young, she has a great voice in this family. Even Bian Kui has to listen to her.

"Good!" Bian Kui gritted his teeth. "Young man, I'll give you my old life."

Chu fan comforted, "don't be nervous. I'm still a little sure. The success rate is very high. Dance lightly and go get a washbasin."

"OK!" Bian Qingwu didn't ask anything. He turned and went out. He soon took a clean plastic basin and stood by the Kang under the command of Chu fan.

At Chu fan's command, Bian Kui lay on the Kang with his face down and his head sticking out of the Kang. Below is the washbasin Bian Qingwu took.

"Qiao Yun, come in and help me." Chu fan shouted. Qiao Yun soon came in and grabbed Bian Kui's thin wrist.

After all the preparations were done, Chu fan slowly stretched out his palm, put it on Bian Kui's bony back, gently patted it twice, then rubbed it, then patted it twice, and then rubbed it.

This repeated for about three minutes. Bian Kui's face was congested, his breathing was getting faster and faster, and there was a sign of vomiting, but he tried his best to restrain it.

Suddenly, Chu fan gave a loud drink, slapped him heavily on Bian Kui's back. Suddenly, Bian Kui opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of black and purple blood. What makes people wonder is that it seems that something else fell out and hit the plastic basin.

"Pa!" Chu fan paused for a moment and clapped again.

Bian Kui, who had just stopped spitting blood, spit out another mouthful of blood, followed by two retching sounds, spitting out two mouthfuls of thick sputum mixed with blood clots. Gray particles as big as soybeans fell down like pearls and covered the bottom of the basin with a dense layer.