"Something happened?"
"What happened to Little Shan?"
"Wasn't he perfectly fine just a few days ago?"
With no time to care about anything else, hearing that Xia Yueshan had an accident, Lin Yu immediately pressed for details.
A trace of surprise flashed through Xia Muzhu's tear-filled blue eyes. She had thought Lin Yu suddenly rushed back from City S because he knew about Little Shan's situation. She hadn't expected his return to be for an entirely different reason.
Xia Muzhu didn't dwell on such a trivial matter as to why he had come back.
Sniffling her red, teary nose, she choked out:
"Yesterday, after his skateboard lesson, Little Shan got into a car accident while taking a taxi home."
"He just got out of the emergency room this morning."
"The doctor said... the doctor said..."
"..."
As she spoke, Xia Muzhu began to choke up again, so heartbroken that she couldn't even form a complete sentence.
"It's okay, it's okay."
"What did the doctor say?"
"Take your time."
Lin Yu was anxious, but he didn't dare rush Xia Muzhu.
With Xia Yueshan suffering such an accident, she must be devastated to the extreme. How could Lin Yu bear to put any more pressure on her?
Xia Muzhu raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face. She sobbed, crying until she was out of breath.
"The... the doctor said that Little Shan's brain is severely damaged."
"He told... told..."
"Told me to prepare myself for the worst."
After revealing Xia Yueshan's severe injuries, Xia Muzhu could no longer hold back and burst into loud wails. She, who had always been gentle and reliable, was now crying as helplessly and brokenly as a child.
"What should I do?"
"Lin Yu, what should I do?"
"What if Little Shan never wakes up again?"
"What can I do to save Little Shan..."
"It's okay, it's okay."
Lin Yu controlled his trembling hands, suppressing the emotions in his heart that were also on the verge of collapse.
He tried hard to put on a calm and reliable front. Cupping Xia Muzhu's face, he gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs and comforted her in a soft voice:
"Little Shan will be fine."
"I know someone very powerful. I'll have her find the best doctors in the world to treat Little Shan."
"He will definitely be fine."
"Believe me, he will definitely be fine."
"Don't be afraid, he will definitely be fine..."
Saying this, Lin Yu took out his phone. His fingers swiped across the screen, finding that rarely contacted number.
Looking at this familiar number, in an instant, a chilling coldness suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, shooting straight up his spine into his brain.
A terrifying thought slowly began to sprout in Lin Yu's mind.
However, in the next second, that bone-chilling possibility was quickly denied by reason.
Impossible.
Qing Mo wasn't that kind of person.
She was a bit abnormal, but she wasn't a lunatic!
There was absolutely no way she did this.
Similarly.
That damn redhead wouldn't do it either. Even if she wanted revenge, she should be taking it out on him. She had no reason to harm Xia Muzhu's younger brother.
Looking at it this way.
This incident could only be an accident...
...
An accident?
Bullshit!!!
At the thought of those two words, Lin Yu almost crushed his teeth from gritting them so hard.
You bastard!
Lin Yu gritted his teeth in hatred. Regardless of whether this was the doing of that bullshit Destiny or not, Lin Yu decided to pin the blame squarely on its head.
Then again.
If Destiny really had a hand in this, was it trying to force him to take the initiative to contact Qing Mo?
No way!
He couldn't let it succeed!
Besides Qing Mo, he also had other helpers!
Thinking of this, Lin Yu's finger continued to swipe on the screen. This time, Lin Yu found Zhao She.
Dialing the number, Lin Yu felt apprehensive while waiting for the call to connect.
He didn't know how good the medical resources Zhao She had access to were. He feared they would hardly compare to the medical resources Qing Mo could mobilize...
...
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yu secretly made up his mind.
Even if he had to be led by the nose by fate, there was nothing he could do about it.
He would ask Zhao She first to see if he could find top-tier medical resources.
If not, he would just have to bite the bullet and go to Qing Mo...
Speaking of which, what was Qing Mo doing right now?
Since she had told Tang Manman about him and Xia Muzhu, she should know his situation like the back of her hand.
Why hadn't she shown up yet with a bunch of burly men in black suits?
...
Forget it. Anyway, as long as she hadn't appeared, things could still be salvaged. For now, he needed to solve Xia Yueshan's problem first.
While Lin Yu's mind was wandering, the call connected. Lin Yu immediately pressed the phone to his ear and hurriedly spoke:
"Brother Zhao, do you have any way to contact a world-class team of brain medical experts?"
"My younger brother got into a car accident, and the situation is very tricky."
Lin Yu could no longer care about issues of seniority. The situation was critical, so they would just have to address each other as they saw fit.
Beside him, Xia Muzhu, who had been shedding tears all along, couldn't help but slow her breathing at this moment. She looked eagerly at Lin Yu, her azure eyes filled with a heartbreakingly pitiful anticipation.
Zhao She didn't mind Lin Yu's form of address. His voice grew quieter, as if he was speaking to someone next to him.
"Do any of you have a way to contact the world's top brain medical experts?"
After Zhao She's voice fell, a moment later, a male voice rang out.
"The world's top brain medical expert seems to be Dr. Li in our country's capital, right?"
"Can you contact him?"
Zhao She asked.
"Yes."
That male voice sounded again:
"He did surgery on my aunt before. I know how to contact him."
"Alright, I'll leave this matter to you."
After saying this, Zhao She's voice went from quiet to loud, seemingly having put the phone back to his ear:
"Leave it to me. I'll get back to you in a bit."
"Okay."
Lin Yu nodded, a heavy stone crashing to the ground in his heart.
Thank goodness. It seemed Zhao She also had a way to help him find a top-tier medical team.
In that case, he wouldn't have to face Qing Mo for the time being.
"How did it go?"
Beside him, tears welled up in Xia Muzhu's azure eyes. She pressed him anxiously, desperate to know the result.
Facing her, Lin Yu took a deep breath. He tried his best to put on a dependable appearance and softly comforted her:
"He has already gone to contact the doctor."
"It won't take long before the doctor can come to treat Little Shan."
"Rest assured, Little Shan will definitely be fine."
Hearing this, Xia Muzhu couldn't help but shed tears again.
Crying, she opened her arms and hugged Lin Yu tightly once more. Her words of thanks, mixed with sobs, were enough to break anyone's heart.
"Thank you."
"Lin Yu, thank you..."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
