Romantic Medical Immortal

Hospital.

The emergency room’s light was on. Gong Jian sat on the bench in the hallway, his hands holding his head, his face terrifyingly grim.

Yan Lizhu sat beside him, constantly wiping her tears, muttering, "My Xiaoyu, you must be okay..."

Gong Lin hurried in, saw her parents, and frowned, "Dad, why is Xiaoyu in the hospital again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Lizhu shouted, "Isn’t it because your dad locked Xiaoyu in the confinement room? The child must have been scared."

"Gong Jian, I’m telling you, if anything happens to Xiaoyu, I’m not finished with you!"

At this moment, the door of the emergency room opened, and the doctor walked out.

"Doctor, how is my son?"

Yan Lizhu rushed over and asked.

The doctor took off his mask and sighed, "Young Master Gong’s body was already weak, and after intense intercourse, although he was resuscitated, he has injured his core. He will have to remain bedridden from now on."

"What?"

Yan Lizhu screamed, her body swayed, almost fainting.

Gong Lin hurriedly supported her, her face also looking grim.

Gong Jian stood up, walked to the doctor, and asked gravely, "Is there any way to cure him?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed helplessly. He hadn’t even mentioned that given Young Master Gong’s physical condition, even with proper care, he won’t live past ten years.

Gong Jian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and sorrow in his heart, turned and walked into the emergency room. Seeing Gong Yu lying on the hospital bed, pale, eyes shut, needles in his hand, connected to various machines, his chest ached instantly.

"Xiaoyu."

After all, he is his own son; he couldn’t possibly be estranged from him over Su Xiaowan.

Gong Yu slowly opened his eyes, saw Gong Jian, moved his lips, and his voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

"Dad... am I... going to die?"

"No, you won’t die, Dad will find a way to cure you."

Gong Jian held his hand tightly, his voice choked with emotion, and explained the situation. They, father and son, had been set up.

"Dad, I want Yang Cheng dead."

Gong Yu gritted his teeth. Although his voice was weak, it was full of killing intent.

"Alright, Dad promises you."

Gong Jian agreed immediately.

"I have another request; I want to marry Wang Rui. I probably won’t live much longer, just these two wishes."

"Dad will fulfill them for you."

Hearing this from his son, Gong Jian promised without any hesitation.

...

At this time Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge had just finished healing, their True Qi recovered to seventy percent. Although still a bit weak, it didn’t affect their actions.

Feng Jiuge was also getting much better, a little color returned to her face, no longer pale as paper like last night.

"Your phone is ringing."

Feng Jiuge handed the phone to him.

Yang Cheng glanced at the caller ID; it was Jiang Heping.

"Patriarch Jiang."

"Mr. Yang, Yu’s condition is not good."

On the other end, Jiang Heping’s voice was anxious and exhausted, "She felt unwell last night and ended up in the hospital with anemia again, I really can’t help it, can you come and take a look?"

Yang Cheng was silent for a moment and then said, "Patriarch Jiang, I mentioned before, to completely cure Miss Jiang’s illness, we need... Dual Cultivation."

Jiang Heping’s voice was hoarse, "I know, now I just want to save Yu’s life, any method is fine. Mr. Yang, please come over."

"Patriarch Jiang, I still have matters to handle here and can’t leave for now, but I can have some medicine sent over to temporarily suppress Miss Jiang’s condition. Once I’m done here, I’ll come immediately."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Yang."

After thanking him, Jiang Heping hung up.

Yang Cheng put down the phone, rubbed his temples, a trace of exhaustion flashing in his eyes.

The Gong Family’s affairs were unresolved, and now Jiang Yu was having problems again. If he left now, the Kong Family would be in dire straits, so he absolutely couldn’t leave.

He knew Gong Jian too well; that old fox seemed gentle and elegant on the outside but was actually ruthless. If he found out he was deceived, he would not let it go.

Based on the timing, Gong Jian should have started to act up by now. That drug won’t be lethal but will leave him exhausted, mentally weary, and lacking energy for anything.

Gong Jian is no fool; he will figure out the issue sooner or later.

"Yang Cheng, what are you thinking about? You look worried."

Behind him came the voice of Kong Lingwen.

Yang Cheng turned around and said in a deep voice, "Gong Jian might soon discover I tampered with the medicine, I’m worried he might lash out in desperation and harm you."

"Don’t overthink it, we’ll handle what’s thrown at us. You seem down, how about I take you out for a walk?"

Kong Lingwen hooked her arm around his, pulling him out.

Yang Cheng was already planning to go out to buy some herbs, so he didn’t refuse.

After getting in the car, he said, "By the way, Jiang Heping called earlier saying Miss Jiang is unwell. I’ll need to buy herbs to make some pills. Can you send a couple of reliable people to deliver them to Linzhou later?"

"Okay."

Kong Lingwen nodded and immediately made a call to arrange it.

The car quickly stopped in the bustling area, and after getting out, the two held hands and walked towards the night market.

It was the most bustling time at the night market, full of people, the mixed aroma of various snacks making one’s mouth water.

As a pampered lady, Kong Lingwen rarely came to such places, so she found it novel. Like a child, she dragged Yang Cheng from stall to stall, buying a lot of snacks.

"Yang Cheng, look at that, it’s so pretty!"

She pointed at a cotton candy stall, her eyes sparkling.

Yang Cheng smiled and walked over, just about to pay when he suddenly felt some malicious gazes.

He discreetly glanced around, spotting three unruly young men walking towards them, their eyes fixed on Kong Lingwen.

"Hey, beautiful, you’re really pretty. How about joining us for a drink?"

"Damn! I’ve never seen such a stunning woman before, could she be a star?"

"Come with us, we guarantee you’ll have the time of your life tonight, haha!"

The little punks reeked of alcohol, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, their eyes greedy as if they wanted to devour Kong Lingwen.

Kong Lingwen frowned but ignored them.

"Oh, playing it cool, huh?"

The short, chubby leader flicked his cigarette butt and reached out to touch Kong Lingwen’s face.

Yang Cheng grabbed his wrist, his voice cold, "Scram."

"Shit! Let go of me, you bastard!"

The punk struggled but couldn’t break free, his face changing immediately.

The other two punks closed in, one holding a beer bottle, the other taking out a folding knife.

"Kid, if you know what’s good for you, get lost, don’t get in the way of us chatting with the lady."

The punk waving the knife looked fierce.