"Me?"
"You can call me Mr. Weasel."
Ye Fan spoke softly, but no one dared to look down upon the hazy ripples spreading in the world.
Seeing everyone's shocked gazes, Ye Fan smiled in his heart.
This wave of dominance was already in place.
In this lifelike illusion, anything was possible.
"I'm here to make a deal."
Deal?
Huan Jingzhi quietly heaved a sigh of relief. The fact that he wanted to trade proved that there was still room for negotiation.
He also realized how the mysterious Mr. Weasel had bypassed the heavily guarded military area and arrived here quietly.
"You…What do you want to trade, Mr. Weasel?”
Ye Fan smiled but did not say anything. His extremely deep gaze looked in the direction of the intensive care unit.
"You can save my father?" Huan Zhong Zhi couldn't help but be delighted.
Ye Fan nodded slightly and said indifferently,"A deal."
Huan Jing Zhi and Huan Zhong Zhi couldn't help but look at each other, seeing the surprise and solemness in each other's eyes.
" I wonder what Mister Weasel wants…" Huan Zhongzhi braced himself and asked.
"You have to ask him." Ye Fan looked in the direction of the ward.
"Good!" Huan Zhong Zhi said in a low voice. Mr. Weasel, excuse me!"
He turned around and entered the ward. There was a haggard old man lying on the bed. He lay motionless, but his eyes were filled with wisdom.
"Dad…"
He saw this old man lying on the hospital bed in his old age. When he was young, he was also an all-powerful figure. In his later years, he was still the pillar of the Huan family.
Huan Zhong Zhi felt a little sad, and even more sorrowful for a hero in his twilight years.
"Did something happen outside?" Elder Huan slowly opened his mouth, his voice frighteningly dry.
Although he was lying on the bed and could not move, it did not mean that his brain and ears were not working well.
Huan Zhong Zhi leaned closer to the bed and nodded. He solemnly told the old man everything that had happened outside.
"Deal…"
"Mr. Weasel…"
Old Man Huan revealed a pensive expression. Even though the content of Huan Zhong Zhi's story was as unbelievable as the Arabian Nights, he was in a high position and vaguely knew some inside information, so he was not flustered.
"Let him in…No!" Elder Huan muttered. Push me out, I want to see this Mr. Weasel!”
"Dad, your body…"
"I'm fine for the time being. Push me out. Don't make the honored guest wait!”
……
The corridor was silent.
He could cure Elder Huan's strange illness?
The group of famous doctors looked at each other and stole a glance at the mysterious and cold figure.
No one knew Elder Huan's condition better than them. What they had just said was actually very tactful.
In fact, if his condition continued to deteriorate, he would not be able to live for more than three months!
Elder Sun wanted to say something but hesitated. He really wanted to use his professionalism to guarantee that there was no cure for Elder Huan's condition. Even if a god came, there was nothing he could do.
However, that quiet figure and that mysterious appearance made him swallow his words.
At this moment, Huan Zhong Zhi pushed a wheelchair out. Sitting on it was a paralyzed old man, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
"You are…Mr. Weasel?" Elder Huan's gaze focused.
Ye Fan chuckled,"It's fine if you don't know me. You'll know me soon."”
What did he mean?
Just as everyone was puzzled, Ye Fan stretched out a white finger from his sleeve and tapped the void.
Weng!
The dim yellow light was distorted and tainted with a hazy color. It was illusory and hazy, giving people a familiar feeling of a mirage.
Then, everyone saw a blurry scene. It was the mysterious Mr. Weasel and a young man.
That young man…
Elder Huan's expression changed, and the pupils of the Huan brothers also constricted.
"It seems like when Elder Huan was young…"
"It does look like it."
"Wait!"
Those famous doctors muttered to themselves as they looked at the young man in the hazy scene and then at Elder Huan's wrinkled face.
It was too similar.
At this moment, Mr. Weasel asked softly,""Do you want to join our organization?”
"What organization?"
"Xiao Organization."
"If I agree to join, what do I have to pay?”
"Maybe he will give you a mission, or maybe…he will never contact you.”
"Can I consider it?"
"But, but next time, I will appear at the most suitable time.”
Seeing this, Elder Huan abruptly closed his eyes. A surge of 'memories' surged up, both familiar and unfamiliar.
It was the conversation he had with the mysterious Mr. Weasel forty years ago.
As well as the regret and regret of missing out on opportunities for many years.
It was so real!
When Elder Huan opened his eyes again, it was as if he had been awakened from a dream. His gaze seemed to have just returned from a distant place, and he was already crying as he looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Mr. Weasel, is this…the most suitable time?”
Dad, what's wrong?" Huan Jingzhi and his brother said anxiously. To be honest, they were both confused.
What was going on?
The group of famous doctors were also at a loss. What had happened? Why was Elder Huan's reaction so unusually big after seeing that baffling 'scene'?
And Elder Huan's following words were like enlightening the deaf.
"Do you still not understand? Mr. Weasel just went back to my past and talked to me in the past!”
What?
Conversation from the past?
Everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Their mouths were as big as eggs. They were stunned for a moment. Then, they swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva as if their throats were dry.
Going back in time?
Was he crazy?
This was even more ridiculous than someone saying that the world would end tomorrow!
However!
Everyone's hearts were beating like drums when they saw Elder Huan's respectful face and Mister Weasel's mysterious actions from the beginning.
Could it be…
"Hiss!" Someone could not help but take a deep breath.
Someone couldn't help but exclaim," It can't be. Are you an immortal, just like the Nine Dragons Coffin Dragging?"”
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