Lu Huai'an's facial muscles twitched involuntarily upon hearing these words. His eyes gleamed with intensity, and his fists clenched tightly.
"Xiao... Xiao Su... You're not joking with me, are you?"
Su Yang smiled faintly. "Uncle Lu, how do you feel now? Why don’t you try standing up and walking around?"
"Alright!" Lu Huai'an agreed firmly, pushing himself up from the bed with his hands. At that moment, he felt an unusual strength in his arms, and his overall energy was nothing like before.
He swallowed hard and stood up, with Su Yang rising beside him, ready to steady Lu Huai'an if needed. Truthfully, Su Yang wasn’t entirely sure if Lu Huai'an was fully recovered. If the older man stumbled and injured himself again, Su Yang would have no way to explain it. Nervously, he stayed close as Lu Huai'an took his first steps.
Lu Huai'an strode forward without a trace of weakness in his legs—he even felt like he could skip. After pacing around the bedroom twice, he sat back down on the bed and grasped Su Yang’s hands excitedly.
"Xiao Su, I don’t feel any discomfort at all. Right now, I could even go work in the fields without a problem!"
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Then it seems you’re fine. I wasn’t completely sure earlier, but now you look full of vitality—nothing like a sick person."
"Xiao Su, this isn’t... a final rally before death, is it?" Lu Huai'an still couldn’t quite believe it.
Su Yang chuckled. "Uncle Lu, if you’re uncertain, just wait a little longer. A final rally doesn’t last an entire day, does it?"
Lu Huai'an laughed and looked at him. "It’s not that I don’t trust you, but this is completely beyond my understanding. It’s just... unbelievable."
"And you know my condition—late-stage liver cancer. And you just pressed on my stomach a few times, and it’s cured? I... I can’t wrap my head around it."
—System? Is Uncle Lu really healed?
[Yes.]
With the system’s confirmation, Su Yang tightened his grip on Lu Huai'an’s hands and spoke firmly. "Uncle Lu, I can now say with absolute certainty that your illness—this late-stage liver cancer—is completely gone. Even all your minor ailments have been cleared. You’re perfectly healthy now, free to do whatever you want. And since I’m saying this as Lu Yun’s friend, you should believe me, right?"
"Ah—!"
Lu Huai'an closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Su Yang could feel his entire body trembling.
"Uncle Lu, there’s no need to be shocked. But it’s best not to spread this around. Only Aunt Li and Xiao Lu in the family should know. If others ask, just say it was a misdiagnosis—whether they believe it or not is up to them."
Two tears rolled down Lu Huai'an’s cheeks as his body gradually stilled, the trembling subsiding.
"I understand, Xiao Su. You must be some kind of extraordinary person. It seems fate brought us together—my time wasn’t up after all."
Su Yang smiled softly. "Uncle Lu, I’m no extraordinary person. But... well, some things are hard to explain in a few words. Let’s just call it... metaphysics."
Lu Huai'an nodded. "I get it. After this, I truly believe in the mysteries of our country now."
Su Yang thought to himself, Yes, yes, just keep thinking along those lines.
"Let me ask you one more time, seriously—my illness...?"
Before he could finish, Su Yang cut in. "Gone."
Just two simple words, yet they carried immense weight for Lu Huai'an.
"I’d like to tell my wife and daughter right now. Is that alright?"
"Of course. But only them—no one else."
"I understand. I’ll make sure they know. To outsiders, it was just a hospital’s mistake."
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Then it’s settled. I’ll call them in."
He stood and walked to the door, opening it.
In the living room, Lu Yun and Li Xiurong sat tensely on the sofa. Seeing Su Yang, Lu Yun sprang up.
"Su... Su Yang, my dad’s condition—did you really manage to ease his pain?"
Su Yang smiled faintly. "Xiao Lu, Aunt Li, come inside."
"What... what’s going on?" Li Xiurong stood hesitantly.
"Don’t worry, just come in and see for yourselves."
"Alright."
The two stepped into the bedroom and immediately saw Lu Huai'an—his complexion healthy, his eyes bright and lively—gazing at them.
"Huai'an, you...?"
Lu Huai'an stood with a grin. "Xiurong, it looks like I won’t be leaving you first after all."
Li Xiurong’s mind went blank. "What do you mean? Did Xiao Su delay the illness?"
"No."
Just as her heart was about to race, those two words halted it.
"Well... seeing you in better spirits is already a relief."
Lu Huai'an walked forward, still smiling. "What I mean is—I’m cured. Completely cured. The King of Hell isn’t taking me today, haha!"
"Wh... what?" Li Xiurong and Lu Yun exclaimed in unison.
"I’m healed. Xiao Su cured me entirely. There’s nothing wrong anymore—I feel terrifyingly strong now! Hahaha, is that explanation clear enough?"
As he spoke, Lu Huai'an spread his arms and spun in place, even jumping twice.
Su Yang watched the stunned mother and daughter and said, "Aunt Li, Xiao Lu, Uncle Lu is telling the truth. He’s fine now. I’d say he’s got a good hundred years ahead of him."
...
"Waaah—!"
Lu Yun could no longer hold back. She burst into tears, rushing forward to hug her father tightly, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her body.
Li Xiurong wrapped her arms around herself, trembling, tears streaming down her face. She turned to Su Yang.
"Xiao Su... your Uncle Lu’s illness was terminal. Even the hospital couldn’t do anything... Are you saying he’s really... cured?"
"It’s true. I wouldn’t dare joke about something like this."
Li Xiurong looked back at Lu Huai'an, who met her gaze with reassurance. She closed her eyes, tears falling freely as she nodded repeatedly, laughing through her cries.
Words couldn’t capture what she felt. Slowly, she moved to embrace her husband and daughter.
Seeing this, Su Yang glanced at Lu Huai'an and raised a brow, signaling he’d step out.
Lu Huai'an met his eyes with deep gratitude and nodded slightly.
Su Yang turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. It was better to give the family their moment alone.
Outside, he gazed at the scenery through the window and thought, Being alive is truly wonderful.
With that, he headed downstairs into the yard, pulling up a chair to sit under the blazing sun. Cicadas chirped loudly from the trees in the distance.
Su Yang leaned back, closing his eyes. The sound of rustling leaves, the hum of cicadas, and the muffled cries of joy from upstairs filled the air.
To Su Yang, these sounds were like celestial music, blending together and gently brushing past his ears before dissipating into the summer heat.
[Ding! Detecting the host's current state of open-mindedness and insight into life's philosophy. Reward: 5 million.]
Su Yang had personally saved a dying man—but in doing so, he hadn’t just rescued one person. He had saved three lives, an entire family.
The feeling he had now was indescribable, even more exhilarating than possessing a fortune of one or two hundred million.
As he watched the family of three embrace each other, his vision blurred slightly with emotion.
Money was important, yes—but sometimes, family bonds outweighed everything else.
If a person wanted to live a lifetime of happiness and carefree contentment, they only needed to fulfill three things:
Good health, financial freedom, and parents free from illness. With these, everything would be perfect.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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