Chapter 270: I Only Want to Be Someone Like Sir!
"What’s this?" Ren Fengxiang was the first to sense Jiang Che’s return, and with a flash, he appeared at the entrance of Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
He looked at the girl in Jiang Che’s arms, a puzzled gaze lingering on her legs.
"She seems about the same age as Tuantuan, so I brought her back to play with Tuantuan."
Now, Xiong Jie and the others were all inside Jiang Che’s dungeon; Jiang Che only needed a single thought to send a message to whoever he wanted.
He told Feihu to bring over a wheelchair.
"Her legs—?" Ren Fengxiang asked, staring at her legs in confusion.
"Uncle, I was in a car accident, and my legs were crippled," Yi replied politely, looking towards Ren Fengxiang.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Ren Fengxiang.
Ren Fengxiang’s limbs were ghostly and transparent, and the clothes he wore hardly covered his protruding belly—the defining covered clay jar.
The moment she saw Ren Fengxiang, she recognized him at once.
"Mr. Ren!" she said excitedly, fixing her gaze on him. For someone like her, disabled in both legs, Ren Fengxiang had always been her idol.
Ren Fengxiang had lost his legs and hands, yet still fought inside the dungeon, while she, after losing the use of her legs, could only be carried on her brother’s back, deprived of food and nutrition, leaving her arms too weak to even support her own body.
Whenever her brother was away, she would secretly watch Ren Fengxiang’s streams, hoping she could be someone like him, even if she lost her hands as well.
She just wanted, like Mr. Ren, to survive on her own, free from being a burden on her brother.
"You know me?" Ren Fengxiang hadn’t expected that the girl Jiang Che brought would actually recognize him.
"Yes, I’m your fan!" Yi said, clenching her fists.
She stared in awe at Ren Fengxiang’s manifested hands and feet.
She’d never seen him manifest them before—was this the benefit of getting stronger?
Feihu was always on standby—Jiang Che’s commands here were top priority.
She quickly pushed a wheelchair over, paying no heed to Jiang Che bringing back a pair of siblings. The dungeon was huge; more people didn’t matter.
Besides, the girl’s legs were broken; Jiang Che’s compassion was perfectly reasonable.
"Sir."
Yi settled herself in the wheelchair, feeling the smooth metal under her hands; the chair was comfortable and even had electric controls at her fingertips, letting her steer it any way she liked.
Here, Jiang Che gave her privileges she’d never dreamed of.
She used to have a wheelchair, but after moving to Leng Feng’s territory, it had become useless.
"Sir, if I get stronger, will I be able to stand up by myself, like you?" Yi looked intently into Ren Fengxiang’s eyes.
Ren Fengxiang looked at Yi, nodded first, then shook his head.
There were many healing methods in the dungeon, along with all kinds of restorative medicines.
"I have plenty right here; I’ll give you some soon," Ren Fengxiang said, glancing at the girl before him. He possessed lots of medicines like that.
Some could bring limbs back to life, let you stand again.
But his own body was trapped by the clay jar—even with new limbs, he was still confined there, only to decay and waste away.
Yi and Cao Yong were stunned.
The two had little knowledge of the creepy dungeon, knowing it could make you stronger but mostly expecting nothing but death.
Cao Yong’s eyes were filled with confusion; he’d always run from the dungeon, afraid he’d die and leave no one to care for his sister.
He never imagined the dungeon held a way to save his sister.
Yi looked down at her legs—she’d lost them in a car accident as a child.
Her brother had taken her to many doctors, but all shook their heads, saying there was no hope she’d stand again.
Eventually, they’d both given up, focusing just on surviving.
"It’s all my fault, all my fault," Cao Yong muttered endlessly.
Feihu sighed; she’d seen many people like Yi and Cao Yong.
Whether to enter the dungeon or not was a brutal choice.
To enter meant risking it again and again, searching for a solution to your problem.
If you failed, the problem would never be solved, and your immobile loved ones would suffer outside.
Clinging to life was tough, but at least it meant someone could still care for her.
Hearing that Mr. Ren had medicine to help his sister stand again, Cao Yong suddenly knelt down with a thud.
"Thank you, sir!" His eyes were bloodshot, blood-red tears overflowing from his lids.
"From today onward, I am willing to give my life for you!" Cao Yong slammed his head to the ground, again and again, blood seeping and staining the earth.
Under the lights, Cao Yong stared at the blood pooling on the floor.
He used to hate the endless blood on the floor; now he thought the blood wasn’t enough to show his devotion.
"Sir, I don’t want to stand—I just want to be someone like you!" Yi stared fiercely at Ren Fengxiang.
Like the sir, living seriously without hands or legs, then she could do it too.
Ren Fengxiang considered the pair, seeming to think of something, then looked at Jiang Che.
"Once I’ve healed her, I’ll send her back. As for the brother, I’ll keep him here to train with me."
"I want to stay with you too!" Yi said to Ren Fengxiang.
"But I don’t want you," Ren Fengxiang’s eyes showed no emotion.
Yi was stunned, but Cao Yong instantly comforted her, "Yi, after you recover, you can work hard in Mr. Jiang’s territory."
"Mr. Jiang and Mr. Ren have done us great favors—we must each repay them in our own way." Cao Yong stood up, wiped the blood from his face, and stood beside Ren Fengxiang.
He could see that Ren Fengxiang’s territory was utterly empty.
All around was black soil and clay jars, the whole domain steeped in dead silence.
By comparison, Jiang Che’s mental hospital was warm and harmonious.
"Yes, you can stay with Tuantuan from now on." Jiang Che looked at Ren Fengxiang, seeing the complexity in his eyes.
Ren Fengxiang turned and entered the small building behind him. Moments later, he returned holding a green fruit, like a jujube.
He handed the jujube to Yi. "Eat it; you’ll recover if you do."
"I don’t want it! I want to be like you!" Yi clutched the jujube, eyes full of determination.
"Absurd!" Ren Fengxiang shouted angrily. "If you could get strong normally, who would ever want to end up like this?"
"Besides, I don’t need someone as crippled as you." With that, Ren Fengxiang shot a look at Cao Yong. "Your sister will stay with Che—don’t worry. You’ll stick with me from now on."
Cao Yong was startled; it was his first time seeing Mr. Ren lose his temper.
"I’m sorry, sir. My sister was out of line; I apologize for her."
Yi closed her mouth, saying nothing more. She realized she’d lost composure, looking at the jujube in her hands. Though she’d dreamed countless times of standing up, now she had no such desire.
"When Mr. Ren tells you to eat, you eat," Feihu said cheerfully, standing at Yi’s side, taking the jujube from her hand and stuffing it into her mouth.