"Wentian... you... you didn't kill them, did you?" Li Chuyue didn't understand how Liu Wentian had acted, but seeing the state of Liu Yehua and Du Ruinian, she was somewhat frightened.
"No, I couldn't bear to kill them!" Liu Wentian, holding Li Chuyue by the shoulders, walked outside. "I want them to live a life worse than death! Just as they intended for me... no, even more ruthlessly!"
Liu Wentian left, but the commotion in the room continued for a long time.
There's a type of pain called wishing for death.
Liu Yehua and Du Ruinian didn't understand it before, but they did now.
Their bodies suddenly began to convulse, feeling as if ten thousand knives were slicing every muscle and bone, causing them so much pain that they passed out, only to be awoken by the pain again and again, this going on for over ten minutes.
If they could choose, they would definitely pick up a knife and end their own lives.
Unfortunately, they couldn't.
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Walk the streets of Chengdu with me, ooh ooh
Until all the lights are out
I'm not stopping
You would hold onto my sleeve
I'd tuck my hands in my pockets
Walking to...
...
Liu Wentian and Li Chuyue were pressing down the street, listening to the song coming from the alley, his figure inching closer and closer.
"Can I, borrow your hand to lead a horse?"
Liu Wentian suddenly said softly.
"Ah..."
Li Chuyue did not understand at first, or perhaps, pretended not to understand.
"Then I'll take that as a 'yes'!"
Liu Wentian immediately grabbed Li Chuyue's hand.
Soft, tender, smooth, so comfortable!
Li Chuyue only made a symbolic struggle, did not break free, and let Liu Wentian lead her by the hand.
Her bright and beautiful face instantly turned crimson, like the beautiful rosiness of a late afternoon.
"Wentian, in a while, come to my hometown with me?"
Li Chuyue suddenly said.
"For what, you want to take me to meet your parents?" Liu Wentian looked at Li Chuyue, laughing.
"Stop it, no... my family said if I don't bring a boyfriend home soon, they won't let me hang around outside anymore, they're even arranging blind dates for me... so, just pretend for now!"
"Why pretend, why not just be a real boyfriend?" Liu Wentian laughed.
"You wish!" Li Chuyue shrugged off Liu Wentian's hand and placed her hands on her hips, huffing, "Besides, I'm your older sister by several years! Don't think about a young bull eating old grass!"
"Actually, it's an opportunity for an old bull to eat tender grass, alright!" Liu Wentian laughed even happier.
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Liu Wentian had just dropped Li Chuyue off at her home and taken a bath when he received a call from a stranger.
The call was from Hao Yuntian, the chairman of Huayu Group. After taking the call, Liu Wentian headed towards a well-known vacation and recuperation area in Shennan City.
There was a hospital in the resort area, and Hao Yuntian had been waiting at the entrance. He warmly welcomed Liu Wentian into a hospital room.
The hospital room was luxurious. If not for the presence of a few people dressed as doctors and nurses, Liu Wentian would have doubted it was just a hotel for vacations.
A female doctor was talking to an old man on the hospital bed.
When Liu Wentian first saw this female doctor, his heart trembled fiercely.
She was the most beautiful doctor he had ever seen, far more beautiful than the nurse who had assisted him with treating children.
Sheng Qianmei was a mixed-race beauty, looking about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, approximately 176 cm tall with golden curly hair. Her dazzling, dark eyes held the allure of Western women but retained the elegance of Eastern females.
Devilish figure, full breasts, plump hips, and long legs over a meter long made her exceptionally striking.
"Doctor Sheng, is the diagnosis out?" Hao Yuntian approached and greeted the female doctor.
"Mr. Hao, your father's condition is quite severe; the residual ailments, combined with his frail body, make the surgery success rate less than 10%. Therefore, it's recommended not to opt for surgery and allow the elderly to peacefully pass this half year!"
"Half... half a year?" Hao Yuntian's expression turned somewhat despondent. He had anticipated the outcome but not that his father had only half a year left.
After a moment, Hao Yuntian seemed to realize that he had brought Liu Wentian here also for his father's treatment. In haste, he introduced Liu Wentian to his father, "Dad, Dr. Liu has excellent skills in traditional Chinese medicine. I specially invited him to take a look at you."
Upon hearing Hao Yuntian's words, a male doctor spoke up, "Mr. Hao, our hospital's equipment and doctors are top-notch in the country. Especially Doctor Sheng, who attended Yale Medical School and is a high achiever. If she can't do it, what can this young man do for the elder? Are you looking down on us?"
It was apparent he overlooked the fact that Sheng Qianmei was also young.
Sheng Qianmei frowned slightly, speaking softly, "Mr. Hao, to be responsible for the old man, I suggest not to treat recklessly. Quacks could make things worse! Besides, if Western medicine has no solution, could traditional Chinese medicine have any? After all, the elder's body can't withstand much disruption!"
Liu Wentian, who hadn't planned to speak, coldened his expression after hearing Sheng Qianmei's words
"If you can't do it, just say you can't, but don't disparage traditional Chinese medicine!" Liu Wentian grunted, "Speaking of quacks making things worse, I think you are the real quacks because, in my eyes, the elder can still be treated!"
After saying this, he ignored the other doctors in the room, walked up to the old man, and began to feel his pulse.
Soon, Liu Wentian spoke, "Old sir, if I'm not mistaken, you have been shot before! There's a bullet wound near your heart..."
The old man, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide in shock and looked at Liu Wentian, his expression turning somewhat excited.
The beautiful face of Doctor Sheng Qianmei also stiffened; she knew about the old man's gunshot wound, but that was from instrument testing. How could this young man know?
Hao Yuntian was even more excited, slowly saying, "You're right, my father fought in wars. Once, a bullet grazed past his heart, which left him with lingering ailments that never fully healed!"
"I can treat this disease, but due to the prolonged duration, it will take a while longer!" Liu Wentian nodded, "Let's start with acupuncture and then use traditional Chinese medicine to adjust, in half a year he should be able to manage on his own!"
"Really... really?" Hao Yunfei's eyes sparkled upon hearing this.
The old man too had his eyes brighten somewhat, trembling with excitement. Although he had resigned himself to his fate, who could refuse hope?
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