A Father’s Cure

Dad, Nuonuo hurts so much—I’m in pain. Nuonuo’s going to die. Be good, Nuonuo. Dad will definitely find a way to cure you. Once you’re better, Dad will take you home, okay? This dragonshaped jade pendant is no longer useful for Nuonuo—let Dad carry it instead and let it protect me. Brotherinlaw, the money you paid last time is all gone. Are you still going to treat her or not? Of course I’ll treat her. Dr. Zhao, please keep giving my daughter that special medicine. I’ll go get the money right away. I heard that guy just sold one of his kidneys to pay for his daughter’s treatment. Yeah, that’s true—parents’ love is truly heartbreaking. Who is it? It’s me, Ye Feng. Why are you calling me again? We’ve been divorced for ages. Zhou Qing, could you lend me some money? You, the Ye family—you really know how to make trouble! I was blind to marry you back then. Thank goodness Mom woke up early. Nongnong’s condition is critical—if we can’t pay the medical bills, she’ll die. Zhou Qing, for my daughter’s sake, could you lend me 200,000? I’ll definitely pay you back. I’m living very well with Brother Liu now. Leukemia can’t be cured—it’s just a bottomless pit. You’d better give up. Sorry, but who asked you to drive a Bentley anyway? If I got hit by a car, they’d probably pay out a hefty sum. A scam. They’re trying to scam people with their lives. Call an ambulance—hurry! How could I have such a useless child? Since you’ve lost a human kidney, I’ll give you a dragon kidney.

What kind of person are you? It’s nothing—she’s already awake. The injured party isn’t seriously hurt; at most, it’s just some minor external wounds. How could that be? After being hit, he clearly looked very badly injured. And there was a lot of blood, too. But you said yourself—it only looked that way. Dragon Soul Immortal Technique, Dragon Emperor Essence, Dragon Dream Gazing at Heaven Art. All of these… They’re not just trying to pull a fast one—they really don’t want to live anymore. But what if you still didn’t manage to kill him? Are you planning to keep trying to end your life? How about we get married? What do you say? To put it simply, I need someone who isn’t afraid of death to be my fiancé. Of course, I’ll pay you accordingly. Alright—just give me 800,000 to save my daughter, and I’ll do whatever it takes. Time of death2:30 PM. What are you doing? Nuo Nuo. What’s wrong with you? Why were you shouting so loudly in the ward? What were you even doing? He’s already dead. Hurry up and have the nurse take him away. Nuo Nuo’s on lifesupport medication—how could she die this quickly? Still trying to use those special drugs? Do you think hospitals are charities? No, my daughter isn’t dead—not yet.

The person is already dead—what’s the point of holding on? No, my daughter isn’t dead. She’ll definitely come back to life—she will! If your daughter can still be saved… I’ll walk backward from now on. How could that possibly be? Dad, is that you? Dad’s right here—Dad’s with Nuonuo, and I’m not going anywhere. Your dad’s hands are so warm. Nuonuo, don’t make Dad cry—Nuonuo just wants to go home. All right. Stop right there—the medical bills you owe haven’t been paid yet. That comes to 308,800 in total. Why does the bill still list today’s special medication? Didn’t you say they’d stopped treatment because of my unpaid balance? Hmph. If it weren’t for me giving your daughter those drugs, would she even have survived? Then what exactly is that Huangdi Tong injection? You heartless doctor—you think I can’t see through your tricks. Let go! You have no idea how much influence Zhao Yongkang wields in Cloud City. Let’s see just how powerful you are to dare act so brazenly. Dean Huang, these two are causing trouble—let’s call security to escort them out. Zhao Yongkang, do you even know who he is? He’s General Li of Cloud City’s Three Great Families. You’re a disgrace—truly dragging our hospital’s name through the mud! You’re fired. Thank you. No need for thanks. Now you’re officially one of my people, too. By the way, do you know anything about medicine? Your daughter has leukemia. A little, perhaps? Then take care of your daughter’s situation and come with me—I’ve got a favor to ask.

Boss Ren is the largest herbal medicine wholesaler in the province and also my most important partner. His son has leukemia too. If you can cure him, it’ll be a huge favor to me—got it? I’ll do my best. Mr. Liang, your young master’s condition is quite stable. I guarantee he’ll remain in chronic remission for at least two years. This child’s life is in danger. We must act immediately. You bastard. What nonsense are you spouting? General Manager Li, so you’re trying to threaten me? You’re saying that if I don’t cooperate, my son will die—is that right? Boss Ren, I’d never mean anything like that. It was that damn fool who talked wild—this wasn’t my doing. Cooperation is entirely voluntary. Whether we succeed or not, we’ll still be friends afterward. Get out of here now! I’m serious—this kid’s life is on the line. We need to act fast. He’ll have an attack in twenty minutes. Our hospital has managed to stabilize Young Master Ren’s condition very well. Young Master Ren is currently in chronic remission—how could he possibly be in danger? I didn’t say it was because of leukemia; this kid was poisoned.

Kid, what are you trying to say? Do you really think our hospital would poison its patients? That’s not what I meant. Some foods complement or counteract each other; they may not be toxic on their own, but when eaten together, they can be deadly. You’re joking! Would the menu at Guodong Private Hospital really make such a basic mistake? Boss Ren, are you going to listen to this kid spouting nonsense? Why don’t we let this kid treat your young master instead? Dr. Liu, I absolutely didn’t mean that. Miss Lin, aren’t you going to get rid of this dog already? I told you to get lost—didn’t you hear me? You’d better never show your face around here again. Once the poison takes effect, you can prick the child’s right big toe to let some blood out, and at the same time give him one liang of chicken blood—maybe that’ll save his life. Mr. Li, even if you’re looking for a pretty boy, you should at least pick someone with a bit more sense. Liangliang, what’s wrong with you? Liangliang… Please hurry and save my son! If anything happens to him, your hospital will have no place to stand. Could it really be that Liangliang has been poisoned? Should we try the method Ye Feng just mentioned? Yes, yes, exactly. What did he say again? Prick Liangliang’s right big toe to let some blood out, and at the same time administer one liang of chicken blood. All right, it’s really all right now. How is that possible? How could he possibly be poisoned? Where did this snake soup come from? My wife made it to nourish the child—what’s the problem? Snake root and white radish aren’t poisonous by themselves, but eating them together can be lifethreatening. It’s plant–plant incompatibility poisoning. Mr. Li, it was all my carelessness—please convey my thanks to Mr. Ye. As for our cooperation with your company, let’s sign the contract under the terms you proposed earlier.

It turns out that the Dragon Soul Immortal Technique is a martial arts cultivation method, equivalent to techniques of attack, defense, and killing. The Dragon Emperor Scripture is a medical art, extremely profound and extensive. The Dragon Eye SkyViewing Technique is a divination technique, capable of predicting individual fortune and misfortune, as well as forecasting the fate of a country. It's incredibly deep and unfathomable. Dad. How are you feeling? Nono's illness has already improved a lot. Nono is very hungry. Nono wants to eat fried dough sticks. Don't forget our agreement, come to Heshuo Restaurant at noon. Boss, I want ten catties of fried dough sticks and two bowls of soy milk to go. Grandpa Sun Sheng said you can't eat greasy food. If Grandma finds out you're sneaking out to eat fried dough sticks, She'll scold you again. Who said I came out just to eat fried dough sticks? I came out for morning exercise, you know? Boss, bring us four catties of fried dough sticks and four bowls of soy milk. I'm really sorry, the young man has taken so many fried dough sticks, he took them all, can he even eat them all? This old man isn't in good health, eating fried dough sticks could cause a sudden death, it's better not to. What did you say? You want to die! Hmph! Grandpa, what's wrong with you? If you don't want him to die, don't interfere with me. I'm still alive. Old man, your heart isn't good, eating fried dough sticks early in the morning. Do you want to live longer? Yes, you're right, young man. Thank you for saving my life. What's your name? I will definitely reward the Song family later. No need, just don't trouble me anymore. Ye Feng, how did you know I was here?

I’m not here to borrow money—I’ve already scraped together enough to pay for Nuonuo’s treatment. Not borrowing money? Then why were you following me? Do you still have feelings for me, or what? You poor guy—still daring to fancy Qingqing? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror! Give it up already! Brother Hao, stop teasing him. What if he gets so upset he runs straight into a wall and kills himself? Ye Feng, get out of here now! Just one meal here costs tens of thousands—thank goodness I stuck with Brother Liu; otherwise, I’d be stuck with you, a goodfornothing. You’ll never even get to eat here in your whole life. Brother Feng, how long have we been waiting? You’re not mad at anyone else, are you? Not long—just waiting for Yan’er to join us for dinner. I could wait forever. Ye Feng. Who is he? Brother Feng, who is he again? Oh, he’s my exwife. An exwife? Well, an exwife isn’t really a wife anymore. It’s fine, Brother Feng—let’s go inside and grab some food. She’s starving. Liu Hao, are you done staring yet? Qingqing, didn’t you say your exhusband was broke? How come… Humph. I bet he deliberately picked a woman, rented a sports car, and came here just to rub it in my face. Yeah, I think so too. Just you wait—I’ll help you teach him a lesson later. Thanks. No need. Yesterday I slapped your face; today I slapped someone else’s face for you—consider this my apology. As if your apology means anything—seems like all you ever do is slap other people’s faces. What? You planning to slap me too, huh?

That boss Ren’s son must’ve suffered from poisoning yesterday, right? You’ve probably already struck a deal with him—can’t I just slap you once? Exactly. You can slap me back if you want, but first you’d better figure out where we stand with each other. Hurry up and eat. Once we’re done, we’ll go register our marriage, then meet my younger brother. Isn’t getting married just turning this fake relationship into something real? Even after we’re officially married, there’s still no way anything could happen between us. Make that clearI really only intend to have a nominal fiancé. But I refuse to let anyone else get killed by Wei Xiaodong because of me. Right now, the three major powers in Yun City are locked in a standoff, known as “One Elder and Two Young Masters.” The One Elder is Wei Laohu, while the two Young Masters belong to the Song family—the Song Young Master—and the Li family—the Li Young Master. That’s my younger brother, Li Yuan. As for how exactly to pull this off… do I really have to teach you even something like this? How did you manage to anger your exwife just now? Aren’t you pretty good at that sort of thing? In other words, in front of outsiders, I can certainly cuddle up to you. Under certain circumstances, sure—but if you dare try to take advantage of me on purpose, I won’t hesitate to turn you into a eunuch. Hhow could that possibly be? Meanwhile, the old man’s condition has improved even further than before. Some mysterious master from an illustrious medical clan must’ve used some extraordinary technique to revive his heart. What was his name again? I handed him my business card at the time, but that kid was too arrogant to accept it. ATai, you’d better keep a lower profile from now on. There are plenty of masters out there—learn to be humble in how you treat people. Don’t worry, Grandpa. As long as that divine healer is still in Yun City, with the Song family’s influence, we’ll definitely track him down.

This is the best shop—both the fabrics and the craftsmanship are topnotch. Oh, really? Good. Miss Li, the tailor you booked is already getting ready. Sir, let’s start with your hairstyle first. Shall we cut your hair first? Just make it look a bit sharper overall—after all, you’ve got a more formal occasion coming up. This way, sir, please. Isn’t this just dashing enough? Sit up straight—don’t waste such fine material. Miss Lin. Sis, what brings you here? You two, step outside for now. Sis, this guy is... This is your brotherinlaw, Ye Feng. Say hello. Sis, he’s just another puppet—there’s no need to go overboard, is there? Brother Feng, don’t be mad—Ayuan was just being silly. No, he’s your younger brother—and also my younger brother. Why would I ever be mad at my own little brother? Hmph, sis, stop fooling around! So he’s just another pretty boy you’ve brought along to annoy Wei Xiaodong, huh? Who’s your little brother? And who are you, anyway? Get your hands off my sister. Or else I’ll chop them off. I heard that kids from big families are all wellbred. Yan’er, is this how your little brother talks to his own uncleinlaw? Who are you? Uncleinlaw… I… You shot me dead—my forehead’s turning black. Bad luck. Don’t even mention “uncleinlaw”—if I hadn’t warned you, you’d have run into financial trouble today. Something bad might happen at this club of yours. Be careful. Me? Bad luck? Kid, stop pretending to be mysterious. Which one of my casinos doesn’t rake in gold every day? Brother Yuan’s in trouble—the guys from Wei Laohu brought some gambling experts to cause trouble. We’ve already lost 200 million. Yeah, but this casino doesn’t have any real pros. My friend isn’t even having fun—he casually won nearly 300 million. How much did you lose? The boss lost 280 million; they’re already down close to 300 million. This is truly bad luck. Young Master Li, my friend still hasn’t had their fill—surely they won’t stop letting him play, will they? Keep piling chips on your men. Move aside—I’ll handle it.