Romantic Medical Immortal

Cao Ruibin deflated like a punctured balloon, all his Essence Qi gone, and stammered, "I don’t know who he is, but his power is immense, not someone we can afford to provoke."

Kong Lingwen sneered coldly, "Do you take me for a three-year-old? You don’t know who he is, yet you’re willing to do his bidding?"

"Every time we meet, he wears a mask, or contacts me directly by phone. Jile Clubhouse was set up by him, and the expert Chi Ren you encountered at the clubhouse was sent by him. He wants to crush the Cao Family like an ant, and I had no choice but to act as he wished."

"It was he who ordered me to kill Kong Jingshan, or he would kill my son. I couldn’t stand by and watch my son die!"

Cao Ruibin wept bitterly, his previous arrogance completely gone.

"Why does that man insist on killing my father?"

Kong Lingwen frowned deeply. Over the years, aside from the Cao Family, the Kong Family had not offended anyone. Why would he want to annihilate the Kong Family?

"It seems it was because Kong Jingshan meddled too much and found out some secret, so he had to die."

"Secret?"

Before Kong Lingwen could speak, Yang Cheng suddenly interjected, his brows furrowed.

Kong Jingshan had said he accidentally uncovered a secret two years ago, one that involved a powerful family and was related to his father’s disappearance.

Yang Cheng stayed with the Kong Family also to discover the truth. It was pure coincidence that just as they were about to eliminate the Cao Family, clearing obstacles for the Kong Family, Kong Jingshan was suddenly killed.

He couldn’t help but suspect that Kong Jingshan’s death was indeed because of that secret. If his conjecture was right, wouldn’t that mean he indirectly caused Kong Jingshan’s death?

"Yang Cheng, did you think of something?"

Kong Lingwen asked shakily.

She was present the day her father talked with Yang Cheng, so she couldn’t help but think of that secret.

"I’ve told you everything, hurry and save my son!"

Cao Ruibin pleaded, just as his phone rang.

He answered with a trembling hand, and a low voice from the other end said, "Cao Zhihao failed to be resuscitated, he has passed away, my condolences."

"Ahh!!"

Cao Ruibin screamed in agony, but seeing his current state, Kong Lingwen felt not relief but complexity.

He truly wasn’t a good person, but he was a good father; unfortunately, one wrong step led to another.

"Kong Lingwen, I’m going to kill you!"

Cao Ruibin roared and lunged at Kong Lingwen with a savage expression.

Yang Cheng stepped forward swiftly, blocking Kong Lingwen, and kicked Cao Ruibin away.

The kick landed on his abdomen, yet when he hit the ground heavily, he clutched his chest in agony, glaring at them with a contorted expression.

Kong Lingwen paid him no attention, pulling Yang Cheng, and quickly headed toward the car.

"He’s lost it, we must get to the Cao Family to retrieve my father’s head before he destroys it."

Initially, Kong Lingwen wanted to personally kill Cao Ruibin, but seeing his breakdown, she suddenly lost the urge to act.

For a person, the greatest punishment is not death, but living in eternal pain.

Yang Cheng nodded, starting the car immediately and heading to the Cao Family.

He expected the Cao Family to set up a formidable trap waiting for him, prepared for a bloody fight, but upon arrival, there were only about twenty bodyguards.

"Who are you?"

The leading bodyguard questioned.

"Kong Family!"

Yang Cheng advanced slowly, exuding a murderous aura that made the crowd back away repeatedly.

"Stop! The Cao Family isn’t a place you can just storm into. Leave now, or we’ll take action!"

The bodyguard shouted, raising his gun.

Yang Cheng remained calm, firmly shielding Kong Lingwen, then circulated his Cultivation Technique, gathering power in his palm, and unleashed a mighty strike.

Even against these ordinary people, Yang Cheng didn’t use the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm, but simply used the power of True Qi to shock them into flying away in unison.

Yang Cheng stepped forward, the group’s faces turned deathly pale, pleading repeatedly, "Let us go, we’re just hired hands, we know nothing!"

He bent down, picked up a fallen gun, and with a forceful squeeze, the gun deformed and shattered.

The crowd was dumbfounded, full of disbelief. Only now did they realize Yang Cheng had already shown mercy, otherwise, he could have twisted their necks in seconds.

They held their breaths, trembling, and only released it once Yang Cheng stood up and walked inside.

Yang Cheng, holding Kong Lingwen’s hand, headed straight into the Cao Family courtyard. Sensitive to the smell of blood, he quickly caught the scent belonging to Kong Jingshan.

At this moment, Cao Ruibin also hurried back with some men, stepping over the fallen bodyguards and rushing inside.

Entering the guest hall, he heard a pained cry.

"Dad!"

Kong Lingwen knelt on the ground, holding the pale head, weeping.

Seeing this scene, Cao Ruibin spoke smugly, "Know why I had someone behead Kong Jingshan?"

Kong Lingwen looked up, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Because I know Yang Cheng is skilled in medicine. As long as Kong Jingshan had a breath left, he would save him. Now that the head’s been severed, let’s see if he can reattach it!"

Now that his son was already dead, Cao Ruibin had nothing to hold back, taunting the two of them relentlessly.

"Cao Ruibin, you’ve had enough of living, but I won’t let you die. If you dare say another disrespectful word about my dad, I’ll chop up Cao Zhihao’s body and feed it to the dogs!"

Kong Lingwen was beyond furious but had instead calmed down.

"Yang Cheng, let’s go."

She stood up slowly, holding Kong Jingshan’s head, and marched toward the door, not sparing a glance at Cao Ruibin, as if he were trash.

The two got in the car, but remained silent the whole way, as if something was quietly growing within them.

Meanwhile, at the Kong Family Villa, everyone was still awake, occasionally glancing toward the entrance.

Seeing the car drive in slowly, Elder Kong and Kong Lingchuan quickly stood up to greet them.

"Lin Wen, is your dad back?"

Elder Kong asked, then saw Kong Lingwen holding a head wrapped in cloth.

"Jingshan!"

Tears streamed down his face, and it was as if all his strength had been drained, his legs giving way, only to be caught by Kong Lingchuan beside him.

Even though he had known his son was dead, he still harbored hope in his heart that the headless body wasn’t his son’s. But now, seeing the head, the last bit of hope vanished.

"Grandfather, take care of yourself, don’t get too emotional."

Kong Lingchuan had already emerged from his initial grief, now needing to support the Kong Family like a man, shielding his grandfather and sister from the storm.

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