Three hours later, Hanzi was sent to the emergency department of the county people's hospital, and the doctors of the emergency department immediately rescued him.

Meng Yuzhi's heart is both worried and frightened. Hanzi is so old that she hasn't had such a severe fever. She has never heard of anyone who has such a high fever. She is worried that her son will burn his brain because he can't burn for a long time. Lu Yunlin was also anxiously walking outside the emergency room.

But the results did not reassure them. After two hours of first aid, the high fever of the cold son still remained.

The fever lasted for more than eight hours at 43 degrees, which was unprecedented in the history of county people's hospital. Therefore, this matter soon attracted the attention of the hospital. The hospital dispatched the most competent doctors, used the best medicine, and gave the best care to the cold son. But another four hours later, the high fever in the cold son still remained. So the cold son was quickly sent to the isolation room for observation.

Luyunlin and his wife were red-eyed and exhausted, but they couldn't help, and they were only in a hurry. What they can do now is to ask God and Buddha to bless Han Zi.

The cold son, who has been in a state of high fever and semi-coma, is experiencing a life-and-death disaster.

Last night, Hanzi went to bed after practicing according to Qianlong Tips, and then he had a high fever. In his sleep, Hanzi saw himself in a huge sea of fire. He was surrounded by fiery fire. The fiery fire made his body tingle. There seemed to be tens of millions of tiny needles stabbing all over his body. The pain of his veins was so painful that he searched everywhere for a way out in the sea of fire. He ran for a long time, but could not find it.

And this sea of fire is strange, and I don't know where it came from. There's nothing around it. It's just fire, it's raging.

"By the way, where is this and is anybody there? The dead jump out for me. The cold son roared loudly in the painful struggle.

rushed several times, and the cold son still couldn't find a way out. At this time, his heart was frightened and angry, and he forgot the pain of his body temporarily. He thought, "Where is the body here? How can I be here?" Am I dreaming? Think about it may be in a dream, Han Zi busily took his right hand and pinched his thigh, trying to wake himself up from the dream. But at this time, he was roasted by the fire and numb to the skin and flesh. Where can the pain of pinching cover the pain of the body meridians like tens of millions of knives and needles?

Feeling hotter and hotter, the whole body's meridians are burning like they are about to burst open, the consciousness of the cold son is gradually blurred, washed through the fire several times, still unable to find a way out, the cold son has felt complete despair. Finally, he had to give up and find a place where he felt the fire was less intense. He sat down and endured the pain of being baked by the fire. The man had slowly fallen into a coma.

vaguely, Hanzi heard a voice in his ear and said, "Son, get up quickly. This is your first pass. If you can't pass this first pass, then you don't have to practice this kungfu anymore."

The cold son opened his eyes difficultly in the confusion, and saw the shadow of a dragon floating in front of him. He tried to open his eyes, but he did not open them very much. The cold son exhausted all his remaining strength and asked, "Boss, how long will I last?" I can't stand it anymore.

The dragon-like shadow flickered for a moment, and a voice came into the ear of the cold son: "First pass, three layers, you have to hold up for three, nine, twenty-seven hours."

"What, twenty-seven hours? Isn't that fifty-four hours? I'm going to die!" Hanzi shouted.

But he was so exhausted that he couldn't even hear the voice he had exhausted himself.

When the dragon-like shadow finished that sentence, it flashed out of sight. Hanzi's "Big Boss" shouted several times. Seeing that he could not hear his own voice, he had to give up.

Knowing that this is the test of his practice, Hanzi was relieved, but he was no longer so afraid of the fire around him, and his mind was sober. He gritted his teeth and struggled, thinking, "Fifty-four hours, I don't know how many hours have passed now. Thieves'time, please go faster! "

In this way, the cold son is suffering in the flames. He does not know how long it takes. It feels like a few days, a few years, or even decades. He just feels that his body and veins are burning fiercely. Every acupoint in his body seems to have thousands of ants biting and crawling. It is painful and itchy.

I don't know how long it took, and the consciousness of Hanzi was blurred again. He didn't know how many times he bit his tongue to stimulate his consciousness, so that he could feel every pain and feeling clearly on his body.

This is a very contradictory thing. On the other side of the subconscious, there was always a voice saying to him, "Sleep, sleep, sleep without any pain, wake up, everything will be all right." The voice was so seductive that Hanzi almost fell asleep several times when his consciousness was blurred. At this time, the cold son will bite his tongue to wake himself up, but the effect is getting smaller and smaller.

I don't know how long it took, in the cold.