Nanny Zhao stumbled a few steps.
Butler Wang supported her and offered comfort. Don't worry. Your daughter is a good person and heaven will watch over her. She'll be fine.
Nanny Zhao didn't say a word. She stood rooted to the spot, looking utterly devastated.
She knew her daughter's condition better than anyone else.
It had been ten years since her daughter was diagnosed with leukemia, and she had never been able to find a cure.
Over the past ten years, her daughter's husband had left her because of the illness.
Fearing she would be a burden, her daughter frequently stopped taking her medication.
The doctors had said it was already a miracle that her daughter had survived for a decade.
Every day since then had been incredibly precious for her daughter, as she could pass away at any moment.
Had that day finally arrived?
Only half an hour into the surgery, the doctor emerged from the operating room.
Butler Wang immediately sensed something was wrong.
How could a surgery end so quickly? Could there have been an accident?
How is she? Nanny Zhao stumbled forward and grabbed the doctor's arm. Doctor, was the surgery a success? Tell me, how is my daughter doing?
Nanny Zhao looked so frantic that she was on the verge of tears.
Dr. Chen sighed and shook his head. The patient's current condition is very poor. We had no choice but to stop the surgery, otherwise, she would likely have died on the operating table.
Nanny Zhao's eyes widened in shock.
Judging by the doctor's words... her daughter couldn't be saved. There was no hope left...
All the color instantly drained from Nanny Zhao's face, leaving it as pale as a sheet of paper.
She has two days left at most. During this time, she could pass away at any moment. As her family, you should spend these final moments by her side, Dr. Chen sighed.
With that, he walked past Nanny Zhao and left.
When Nanny Zhao's daughter, Zhao Mei, was wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to a regular ward, she was still unconscious from the anesthesia.
Nanny Zhao sat by the bed, holding her daughter's hand as tears streamed endlessly down her face.
Butler Wang offered his comfort. Lanzhi, please don't be too heartbroken. Have faith in your daughter; she will pull through.
The doctor said there's no cure. What else can be done? Nanny Zhao murmured in despair.
There's nothing we can do. My daughter can't be saved...
If her daughter died, this world would lose all meaning to her. She wouldn't want to live anymore either.
There has to be a way. There must be a way, Butler Wang muttered to himself.
He knew quite a few renowned doctors. He needed to think carefully about who could possibly save Nanny Zhao's daughter.
Butler Wang hurriedly stepped out and asked the attending physician for Zhao Mei's current medical report.
He then sent it to several medical experts specializing in leukemia.
The experts' replies were all essentially the same.
The patient's condition is too severe. There is nothing I can do.
To think that none of them could do anything about her illness...
Suddenly, Butler Wang thought of Lin Xuan.
Young Master Lin seemed to know a thing or two about medicine. Given how capable he was, perhaps he could pull Nanny Zhao's daughter back from death's door.
With this thought in mind, Butler Wang hurriedly called Lin Xuan.
Butler Wang, is something the matter? Lin Xuan asked as he answered the phone.
Butler Wang said anxiously, Young Master Lin, the leukemia of Nanny Zhao's daughter has worsened. The doctor has issued a critical notice, saying she has at most two days left to live.
Lin Xuan furrowed his brows tightly.
To think that Nanny Zhao's daughter had leukemia...
Suddenly, Lin Xuan remembered something.
In his previous life, when he went to the Lin family home to celebrate Jiang Shuqin's birthday, the servants had mentioned that Nanny Zhao had passed away.
Now that he thought about it, Nanny Zhao's death had occurred right around this time.
Could it be that because her daughter died of leukemia, Nanny Zhao had committed suicide to join her, or perhaps passed away from extreme grief?
Young Master Lin, please see if there's anything you can do about her condition, or if you know any extraordinary experts who can treat leukemia, Butler Wang pleaded anxiously.
Given Nanny Zhao's current state, he was genuinely worried about whether she would be able to go on living if her daughter died.
Lin Xuan replied, Butler Wang, wait for me. I'll head over to the hospital right now to take a look.
Alright, Young Master Lin. I'll be waiting for you. Butler Wang felt the heavy weight in his heart lift slightly.
Hearing that Lin Xuan was coming over made Butler Wang feel that the young master must have a way to treat the illness.
Lin Xuan gently stroked the hair of the woman in his arms.
Hua, Lin Xuan said softly, Something has come up, and I need to head out for a bit.
Su Hua frowned.
Xuan couldn't stay and keep her company again...
Lin Xuan stood up from the sofa and leaned over her, resting his hands on either side of Su Hua, pinning her in place.
Hua, I'll rush right back as soon as I'm done handling this. Be a good girl and wait for me at home, alright?
Lin Xuan pressed a gentle kiss to Su Hua's forehead.
Mhm, Su Hua nodded.
She had originally wanted Lin Xuan to stay home with her, but with her Xuan coaxing her so tenderly, she couldn't bring herself to say no.
That's my good girl. Lin Xuan gave Su Hua another quick peck on the lips.
Only then did he straighten up and walk out of the villa.
Su Hua reached up and touched her red lips.
She knew that Xuan would have her completely wrapped around his finger for the rest of her life.
Still, it was a rather nice feeling...
After leaving the Night Garden, Lin Xuan drove straight to the hospital.
Lin Xuan wasn't exactly a man overflowing with compassion.
Unless he was offered a massive consultation fee and even then, it depended on his mood he wouldn't even consider treating a patient.
But Nanny Zhao was different.
Ever since he had been brought back to the Lin family, Nanny Zhao was the only person in the entire household who had treated him well. She would often sneak him food and occasionally even slip him some pocket money.
He had always remembered her kindness.
Now that Nanny Zhao's daughter was in trouble, he naturally wasn't going to just sit back and do nothing.
Lin Xuan entered the hospital.
Butler Wang was waiting right outside the ward. As soon as Lin Xuan's figure came into view, Butler Wang's eyes lit up, and he hurried over.
Thank goodness, Young Master Lin, you're finally here, Butler Wang said excitedly.
Lin Xuan said, Butler Wang, take me to her quickly.
Right away.
Butler Wang pushed open the door to the ward. Young Master Lin, she's right inside.
Lin Xuan stepped inside.
Nanny Zhao noticed Lin Xuan. Wiping away her tears, she asked, Eldest Young Master, what brings you here?
Before Lin Xuan could answer, Zhao Mei woke up.
Mom,
Zhao Mei croaked out with great difficulty.
Immediately forgetting about Lin Xuan, Nanny Zhao cried, My daughter! She sat by the bed and tightly gripped Zhao Mei's hand. Mom is right here. I'm right here.
Zhao Mei knew her body was failing. Her lips trembled as she murmured, Mom, it's okay. I consider myself incredibly lucky to have made it this far.
Please don't be too sad, okay?

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"