The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

"Boss—!"

The moment Qin Fan closed the door, Zhu Houqing began to speak from behind him. But before he could finish, Qin Fan raised a hand to interrupt. "Don’t. Don’t say anything right now."

With his mood heavy, he moved as silently as a specter toward the intensive care unit where Li Qiuzhe was.

Outside the room, Qin Fan peered through the isolation glass. He saw Li Qiuzhe inside, receiving oxygen from a machine, surrounded by beeping instruments, and wrapped head to toe in bandages like a mummy. Qin Fan grit his teeth so hard his jaw ached. The killing intent in his eyes and the chilling aura emanating from his body surged uncontrollably.

"Damn them. They really deserve to die!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

His knuckles popped as he clenched his hands into fists. Amidst the sharp cracks, a low growl like that of a savage beast escaped through his clenched teeth.

Sensing Qin Fan’s state, Wang Dalu and the other two couldn’t help but shudder.

Just then, CLATTER, CLATTER, CLATTER... hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor.

A breathless and pale Chang Yuanyi staggered over. His ashen face was a mask of guilt and panic. Here, in Jinling, on his Chang family’s territory, Master Qin’s good brother had been stabbed seventeen times, leaving him on the brink of death. To this day, the perpetrator was still at large. He had no way of explaining this to Qin Fan. For the past two days, he had been praying that the matter would be resolved by the time Master Qin returned. But now, at this most sensitive time, Qin Fan had come back without a word.

There was no hiding it now. He was terrified.

"Master Qin!" Chang Yuanyi skidded to a halt, his voice trembling with panic.

"Shh!" Qin Fan put a finger to his lips, his face expressionless. "Quiet. It’s not your turn to speak yet."

As Chang Yuanyi gulped, his panic escalating, Qin Fan walked to the door of the ICU. He reached out, twisted the handle, and the locked door immediately opened.

He stepped in, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.

Through the glass window, Chang Yuanyi, Zhu Houqing, and the others watched as he slowly approached the motionless Li Qiuzhe. Looking at that haggard, almost ghastly face, an endless wave of guilt washed over him again.

This was the brother who would feed him first when they had no food, pretending he wasn’t hungry himself! This was the buddy who, when he was bullied, had grabbed a knife and sworn to take his tormentors down with him!

But now, he lay on the bed, hovering on the edge of death, ready to depart from this world at any moment.

In his past life, Qin Fan had been powerless, forced to swallow every humiliation. But he had returned in this life with the might of a Heavenly Venerate, so how could he still allow his brother to suffer such an ordeal?

SMACK!

Suddenly, his eyes red as he stared at Li Qiuzhe, he raised a hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed throughout the ICU.

Outside, seeing this, Chang Yuanyi and Wang Dalu could no longer control their emotions. They instantly broke down, tears streaming down their faces.

"Big Brother, I’m sorry I’m late! I’m so sorry, so sorry, so sorry!"

Even though Qin Fan fought to hold it back, tears welled in his eyes. He sniffled and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Forty hours had passed, and Li Qiuzhe still hadn’t made it out of the critical period. This was an extremely dangerous sign.

If he hadn’t rushed back by a stroke of fate... If he’d stayed in Beijing for a few more days... what would have happened to Li Qiuzhe? Best case, he would have survived the critical period and woken up. But if things had gone badly, what then? As long as a person wasn’t dead, he had countless ways to snatch them back from the hands of the Death God. But once they stopped breathing, not even a Daluo Golden Immortal like him could bring Li Qiuzhe back from the dead! After all, he didn’t possess that kind of heaven-defying, fate-changing power!

His thoughts slowly calmed. He took Li Qiuzhe’s bandaged hand, gripping it tightly. Then he closed his eyes, and the True Qi within his body began to surge. It flowed out endlessly from his palm, entering Li Qiuzhe’s body and spreading rapidly.

This continued for several minutes before Qin Fan withdrew his True Qi and gently placed Li Qiuzhe’s hand back down.

At that moment, Li Qiuzhe’s eyelids began to flutter without warning.

Seeing this, a faint, wry smile played on Qin Fan’s lips. He reached out, removed the oxygen mask, and an Elixir materialized in his palm.

"Old Four!"

At the same time, after blinking a few times, Li Qiuzhe’s eyes opened. When he saw the face before him, he gasped in disbelief. His voice was strong and full of vigor, not at all like someone who had been stabbed seventeen times and was still in the ICU during their critical period.

"Yeah, Big Brother, it’s me. Don’t talk right now. Eat this first," Qin Fan said with a small smile, bringing the Elixir to Li Qiuzhe’s lips.

Li Qiuzhe was stunned, but only for about three seconds. He then opened his mouth, bit down on the Elixir Qin Fan offered, and swallowed it without a second thought.

"Big Brother, let the medicine take effect. Don’t rush to speak," Qin Fan advised gently.

Li Qiuzhe nodded. Although his voice was strong, the stab wounds on his body still sent waves of unbearable pain through him. But after swallowing the Elixir, a warm current surged from his abdomen and quickly spread throughout his entire body. The agonizing pain from his wounds began to subside at an unbelievable rate.

It was a warm, tingling, numb, and then cool sensation.

In less than five minutes, there was no trace of pain left. Li Qiuzhe could even feel the flesh under his bandages scabbing over and starting to peel away.

His eyes went wide with shock. On pure reflex, he ripped out the sensor wires connected to the machines and sat bolt upright in bed. "Old Four, what did you give me?!" he exclaimed.

"What it is isn’t important. Are you feeling better now?" Qin Fan smiled faintly, but only he knew the depth of guilt and anguish hidden behind it.

"Holy shit! This isn’t just ’feeling better,’ I feel like I’ve freaking achieved Nirvana! What the hell was that? It was incredible! Didn’t I get stabbed more than a dozen times? How come I feel completely fine now?" the fully recovered Li Qiuzhe shouted in astonishment.

He instinctively moved to rip off the bandages covering his body, but Qin Fan stopped him.

"Big Brother, do you want the hospital to study you like a lab rat? Let’s not be hasty," he said.

"Oh, right! If you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve forgotten! That’s exactly how it plays out in novels and movies!" He paused, smacking his lips.

He seemed to have no lingering trauma from the incident at all. That’s the benefit of having nerves of steel. Even after being stabbed seventeen times, even after almost meeting King Yan, it didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.

"Old Four, my parents don’t know, right? You have to make sure they don’t find out! They’re old, and their health isn’t great. They couldn’t take the shock if they knew about this!" Since the isolation glass was one-way and prevented him from seeing outside, Li Qiuzhe hadn’t realized he was in an ICU. Not seeing his parents nearby, he asked urgently.