Chapter 141: Prepare for Your Funeral

Yang Xun turned to see a man in his thirties barging recklessly into the office.

He wore a dark gray suit, his figure tall and straight. With his sharp features, he was quite handsome.

’Is this Teacher Murong’s husband?’

’I have to admit, he’s pretty good-looking.’

"Is Grandpa Zhou... dying?"

Hearing this, Murong Wei’s expression turned grave. She immediately went to him, asking urgently, "Darling, where’s Grandpa Zhou?"

"He’s downstairs! Hurry, go take a look!"

Zhang Hui pointed downstairs, his tone frantic. "I was coming to find you and just happened to see them bringing Grandpa Zhou in. It’s really bad. Elder Huang is treating him right now, but from the look on his face... I’m afraid Grandpa Zhou’s chances are slim this time!"

"Quick, take me to him!"

Without any hesitation, Murong Wei strode out the door, her face etched with anxiety.

But as she reached the doorway, she suddenly thought of something. She whipped her head around to look at Yang Xun, a glint in her eyes. "Xiaoxun, you should come with us!"

’After all,’ she thought, ’Yang Xun could diagnose my condition and even create the Crimson Sun Pill. He’s clearly no ordinary person.’

’Maybe if he comes along, he can help in some way!’

"Okay!"

Yang Xun nodded in agreement, following Murong Wei out of the office.

"Honey, who is this?"

Seeing this, Zhang Hui glanced back at Yang Xun, his face full of curiosity.

"My student, the one I mentioned to you a few days ago, Yang Xun!"

Murong Wei explained without breaking stride.

Hearing the name, Zhang Hui’s eyes lit up. He immediately stopped walking and waited for Yang Xun to catch up. He eagerly extended his right hand. "Hello, I’m your teacher’s husband, Zhang Hui. If you don’t mind, just call me Brother Hui!"

Seeing how polite he was, Yang Xun immediately shook his hand and smiled. "Brother Hui, it’s nice to meet you."

’Still, he felt a little awkward.’

’After all, his teacher had serviced him with her mouth. Facing her man, it was hard not to feel a little uneasy.’

’But what he never could have imagined was that the Crimson Sun Pill he had given her today would end up forcing him and Murong Wei into the most intimate of acts.’

’Of course, that was a story for another time.’

「...」

On the way downstairs, Zhang Hui relentlessly questioned Yang Xun about the Crimson Sun Pills.

A few days prior, Murong Wei had come home and told him that Yang Xun could create Crimson Sun Pills. The news had left Zhang Hui so excited he couldn’t sleep all night. For years, he had dreamed of having a child, but his wife’s strange illness had made it impossible. Now, finally, there was a chance.

Although he had never met Yang Xun, he had complete faith in his wife.

Yang Xun smiled faintly. "Brother Hui, I’ve already given the Crimson Sun Pills to Teacher Murong. There are three of them. You two can give them a try tonight when you get home."

Zhang Hui’s face flushed with excitement. He clapped a hand on Yang Xun’s shoulder, his voice trembling. "Excellent! We’ll definitely try it tonight! Brother, your teacher told me you’re in urgent need of a Thousand-Year-Old Ice Cocoon! As long as the Crimson Sun Pill allows us to be intimate tonight, I’ll go to my father tomorrow and get that Thousand-Year-Old Ice Cocoon for you!"

Yang Xun’s heart skipped a beat. Overcome with excitement, he asked, "Really?"

Zhang Hui pounded his chest, his tone resounding. "A gentleman’s word is his bond!"

Yang Xun nodded emphatically, his eyes welling with profound gratitude. "Okay!"

’The Thousand-Year-Old Ice Cocoon... it’s one of the core ingredients for refining the Celestial Spirit Pill.’

’If I can get my hands on it, my sister can be saved!’

As they spoke, the three of them arrived in the first-floor lobby.

A crowd was packed around the entrance to a consultation room. They were all burly men in black suits, their faces grim, exuding a palpable "stay away" aura.

Yang Xun’s gaze focused, and his expression became serious.

’It seems this Grandpa Zhou that Zhang Hui mentioned isn’t some simple old man,’ he thought. ’He must be a major figure in Zhonghai City. The sheer number and presence of these bodyguards is a level of ostentation no ordinary person could afford.’

"Move aside, please! Make way!"

Murong Wei pushed through the crowd, leading Zhang Hui and Yang Xun into the consultation room.

Inside the room, an elderly doctor with white hair sat by the bedside. His face was grim as his three fingers rested on the wrist of an old man lying on the patient bed.

The old man on the bed had a sallow, waxy complexion. His eyes were shut tight, his lips were chapped and purplish, and his breathing was so faint it was barely perceptible. He was like a lamp whose oil had nearly run out, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Elder Huang, how is Grandpa Zhou?"

Murong Wei hurried forward, her face etched with worry.

"Sigh..."

Elder Huang slowly withdrew his fingers. He let out a heavy sigh, shook his head, and said in a grief-stricken tone, "It’s hopeless. You should start making arrangements."

BOOM!!

Those words struck the room like a clap of thunder.

Murong Wei looked as if she’d been struck by lightning. Her body swayed, her face turned sheet-white, and her legs gave out, nearly sending her collapsing to the floor.

Fortunately, Zhang Hui reacted quickly, catching Murong Wei by the waist and holding her steady.

Zhang Hui’s face was just as grim. He looked at Elder Huang and pleaded urgently, "Elder Huang, you have to find a way to save Grandpa Zhou! He’s been a great benefactor to our Zhang Family. Please, I’m begging you!"

Elder Huang sighed softly, his face a mask of helplessness and regret. "He’s truly beyond saving. His internal organs have reached the point of total failure, his vital energy and blood are depleted, and his meridians are severed. The illness is terminal. It’s frankly a miracle he held on for so many years."

At his words, the entire room plunged into a deathly silence.

The bodyguards at the door looked ashen-faced; a few of them even had bloodshot eyes.

After all, Elder Huang was the resident "divine doctor" of Xinglin Hall. A large part of why Xinglin Hall was so renowned in Zhonghai City was due to Elder Huang’s brilliant medical skills, which drew countless patients to the clinic.

Hearing Elder Huang’s verdict, Murong Wei’s face was etched with grief. Grandpa Zhou had helped their Zhang Family so much over the years. To now watch him on the verge of death, completely helpless, was a despair that felt like a thousand daggers to the heart.

An atmosphere of despair settled over everyone present like an invisible net.

"No! He can still be saved!!"

Just then, a steady voice suddenly cut through the crowd, like a thunderclap shattering the dead-silent sky...