sinovels Chapter 12: God doesn't like owing favors!
Chapter 12: God doesn't like owing favors!
"Su Nan..." Chu Yahan lay on the bed looking at Su Nan, her pleading eyes growing stronger, her voice trembling with tears, and she called out softly again.
"Forget it, God doesn't like owing people favors. Consider the favor of lending me the notebook settled today."
Su Nan looked at Chu Yahan, remained silent for a few seconds, and then murmured a sentence softly.
The voice was very soft, as if it were being spoken to oneself, yet it clearly reached the ears of Chu Yahan and Chu Yingxiong.
god!
The word, spoken by Su Nan, landed lightly in the ears of Chu Yingxiong and Chu Yahan, yet it was like a thunderclap, exploding in their minds.
The father and daughter stared at Su Nan in shock, their eyes wide, as if they were seeing this young man for the first time.
The one who felt it most deeply was Chu Yahan. At this moment, her heart was pounding wildly, and her back was instantly covered in a cold sweat, which was then overwhelmed by a strong sense of relief.
She was so grateful that her homeroom teacher, Ms. Qiu, had allowed her to lend her notebook to Su Nan.
I'm glad that, although I looked down on this classmate whose grades were declining and whose family background was ordinary, I still did as the teacher said and didn't refuse out of stubbornness.
This simple, casual action miraculously saved her life from the brink of death.
Just as the father and daughter were deep in thought, Su Nan turned and walked towards the door.
His steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, without pausing for a moment.
This action instantly threw Chu Yingxiong and Chu Yahan into a panic, their anticipation turning into intense fear.
Chu Yingxiong rushed over and stood in front of Su Nan, his posture extremely humble, his waist bent low, his voice trembling with fear.
"Master Su Nan, you...you promised to save my daughter, didn't you? Are you leaving now?"
The old abbot and a group of monks standing in the corner also quickly spoke up to offer their advice.
"Young benefactor, since you possess such extraordinary abilities, please have mercy and save this little girl."
"Yes, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, so please do it."
"..."
The monks had various opinions.
At the doorway right now.
Su Nan had his hands in his pockets, and one foot had already stepped out of the threshold.
Hearing what everyone was saying, he slowly turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and calmly asked a question in return.
"Who told you I didn't save her?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned, exchanging bewildered glances.
Chu Yingxiong stood there stunned, and spoke hesitantly, his voice filled with confusion.
"But...but you didn't do anything! You didn't even take out your magic weapon, didn't draw any talismans, and didn't even raise your hand..."
The others in the room echoed in unison, "Yeah, you didn't even lift a finger."
Su Nan looked at the group of people, a faint smile playing on his lips, and asked again, "Who told you that cleaning up these little things requires manual labor?"
After saying that, Su Nan didn't say another word and turned to leave.
The steady footsteps receded gradually down the stairs, eventually disappearing on the first floor.
The group of people in the room stood frozen in place, looking at each other with the same expression on their faces: confusion, bewilderment, and a head full of doubts.
I didn't understand what Su Nan meant at all. How can you cleanse evil spirits without taking action?
Is it really just based on those few words he just said?
Just as everyone was puzzled and Chu Yingxiong was about to chase after her, Chu Yahan on the bed suddenly let out a shrill scream.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely dense and chilling aura burst forth from Chu Yahan's body, causing the temperature in the entire room to plummet.
The magnificent chandelier shattered completely with a "creak".
"Ahhh..." "Ahhh..."
A piercing roar echoed wildly in the room, startling the group of monks who retreated in panic, crashing into the furniture behind them with a series of clattering sounds.
Then, the dirty thing attached to Chu Yahan, like a black shadow, floated out of Chu Yahan's body and struggled and roared in the air.
The shadow swayed, as if it were being pulled from the soil with great difficulty, like a radish being pulled up.
As soon as it burst out of Chu Yahan's body, it rushed towards the window like a madman, wanting to escape this place that terrified it to the extreme.
But just as it soared into the air, it seemed to crash into an invisible net covered with golden runes.
"Squeak!"
Like boiling oil over a hot fire, after a piercing sound like a red-hot iron being branded onto skin, the shadow let out an even more painful scream than before.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, this twisted, sinister shadow gradually shattered and dissipated, turning into black smoke until it completely disappeared into the air.
This left a group of people speechless and dumbfounded.
Just then.
A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell, and the old butler led a group of doctors in white coats, rushing up the stairs in a flurry.
Each person carried a heavy medical kit. Leading the group was the president of a top-tier hospital in Jiangcheng, along with several top experts in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and psychiatry. They all looked solemn and walked hurriedly.
"Why didn't Mr. Chu call us here immediately?"
In this day and age, those who still don't believe in science and hold onto feudal superstitions will kill people!
"Does one have to suffer a terrible fate to finally wake up?"
"The longer this drags on, the worse it will be for Chu Yahan. If she had called us last night when she had a seizure, why did she do this?"
"Never mind, this is really frustrating. Let's get back to the main topic."
After some discussion, we believe Ms. Chu's symptoms are most likely caused by cardiovascular or cerebrovascular disease.
"Later you'll have to persuade your husband, Mr. Chu, to listen to the doctor and follow my instructions."
The old dean kept talking.
At the same time, he didn't stop and rushed into the bedroom.
A group of doctors and nurses followed closely behind, holding stethoscopes and electrocardiogram monitors, ready to provide emergency care at any moment.
But what they saw when they rushed into the bedroom stunned all the renowned experts and top medical teams present.
The patient, who was expected to be critically ill and on the verge of death, was now sitting on the bed, holding a water cup and sipping warm water.
Apart from being a little pale, he seemed to be in good spirits, showing no signs of being on the verge of death.
A group of doctors stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment, forgetting to put down their medical kits, their faces filled with confusion and surprise.
"Mr. Chu, didn't you tell me on the phone that Miss Chu was on the verge of death and in critical condition?"
The old dean hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chu Yingxiong before asking a question.
Similarly, the old butler was also standing at the door. When he saw that Chu Yahan was able to sit up straight and drink water in small sips, he was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out.
He was someone who witnessed the whole thing and clearly remembered that just three minutes ago, his young lady was possessed by an evil spirit, convulsing and screaming, and was on the verge of death.
But how come in the blink of an eye, he went down to pick up someone and came back looking completely different?