Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

"Xiao Lin, something happened to Yao Yao. You rest first, I'll go over there." Zhao Xueli hurriedly started changing her clothes.

Lin Xuan also heard the contents of the phone call, and he stood up as well: "I'll go with you."

Zhao Xueli looked at him and nodded with slightly red eyes.

With him by my side, I feel much more at ease.

The two quickly changed their clothes, and Zhao Xueli drove, speeding all the way.

The streets were deserted late at night, and cars were moving very fast.

Zhao Xueli's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the steering wheel. Lin Xuan gently patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, everything will be alright!"

When we arrived at the hospital, it was already 11:30 p.m.

The hospital building lights were also dimmed, and the two headed straight for the ICU.

The elevator doors opened, and at the end of the long corridor, two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood on either side, each with a solemn expression.

Tong Yao squatted in the corner, hugging her knees with her hands and burying her head in her arms.

Zhao Xueli ran straight over.

"Mr. Lin..."

Lin Xuan only noticed that the bodyguards were the same group he had sparred with earlier when he passed by them.

He patted the group on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard."

The bodyguards nodded to him without saying anything more.

Lin Xuan walked over, but felt a little strange.

Apart from the bodyguards and Tong Yao, there wasn't a single relative or elder from the Tong family in the corridor.

What does this mean?

"Yao Yao!"

Zhao Xueli ran to Tong Yao's side, squatted down, and hugged her.

Tong Yao looked up, her eyes red and swollen, her face streaked with tears. The moment she saw Zhao Xueli, she burst into tears, crying out, "Sister Xueli... my dad... how could he suddenly..."

Zhao Xueli hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"It's alright! Everything will be alright. Uncle Tong is a lucky man; he'll be fine!"

Lin Xuan stood to the side and sighed.

He remembered his mother's last moments...

A few minutes later.

The ICU door was opened.

Several doctors came out, the one in the lead being a doctor with gray hair and a somber expression.

Tong Yao suddenly stood up, but because she had been squatting for too long, she felt dizzy. Fortunately, Zhao Xueli, who was next to her, supported her.

"Uncle Zhao, my dad... him?"

Ignoring her dizziness, Tong Yao asked directly.

Dr. Zhao sighed, asked the other doctors to leave, and took off his glasses, looking equally distressed.

"Yaoyao, your father's condition is very bad this time."

He glanced inside and lowered his voice: "He had massive gastric bleeding. Although the surgery stopped it, his body was severely overworked beforehand, and his liver and kidneys are failing... We did our best..."

He paused, hesitated for a long time, before continuing, "Maybe... it'll only be a day or two."

Tong Yao felt as if she had been struck by something, standing there with her mouth open but unable to make a sound.

Zhao Xueli supported her swaying body: "Dr. Zhao, is there really no other way?"

Dr. Zhao shook his head: "Old Tong has been working too hard all these years, his health has long since collapsed, and he has no self-control at all... Alas, this bleeding is the last straw that broke the camel's back. Yao Yao... you need to be prepared."

At that moment, Tong Yao seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she collapsed.

Zhao Xueli and Lin Xuan quickly supported her.

Dr. Zhao shook his head, sighed, and left.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Tong Yuan, Tong Yao's father, was transferred to a special care ward.

The ward was spacious and quiet, with various monitoring instruments beeping.

The middle-aged man on the hospital bed was pale, wearing an oxygen mask, breathing weakly, and still unconscious.

Tong Yao sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, her tears already dried.

Zhao Xueli stood behind her and gently patted her shoulder.

silence.

No one spoke in the ward.

Lin Xuan stood a little distance away, looking at Tong Yuan on the hospital bed. He hesitated for a moment, just about to step forward and use his true essence to examine his internal condition.

But they had only taken one step.

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.

A heavily made-up woman rushed in, her high heels clicking loudly.

She looked to be in her early forties, very well-maintained, with a hot figure, wearing a tight-fitting dress with a fur coat over it, and she walked with a swaying gait.

"Old Tong! Old Tong, are you alright?"

The woman rushed to the bedside, making quite a noise.

As he passed by Lin Xuan, he smelled a strong mixture of alcohol and perfume.

Did this woman just come from a drinking party?

The next second, Tong Yao, like a firecracker that had been lit, suddenly stood up and shoved the woman away:

"Get out of here! You're not welcome here!"

The woman stumbled from the shove, but after regaining her balance, she pointed at Tong Yao and said shrilly, "Tong Yao! You ungrateful wretch! It's my right to come see my husband!"

Husband?

Lin Xuan was stunned.

Is this woman Tong Yuan's wife?

That's the nursery rhyme's... mother?

Judging by their ages, the two are at most ten years apart, and considering Tong Yao's attitude towards her...

stepmother.

Lin Xuan instantly understood.

He suddenly realized what Dr. Zhao had just said. Perhaps he meant "completely unrestrained"?

The woman tried to step forward, but Tong Yao blocked her way by the hospital bed, her eyes icy: "Liu Meiyuan, stop acting! Where were you when my dad was in the ICU? Dare to say which man's drinking party you were at!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Liu Meiyuan's face changed, and she immediately burst into tears, "Old Tong, look at your daughter! This is how she treats me! I've taken care of you for so many years, and she actually..."

"Take care of? You mean take care of my dad's money!" Tong Yao retorted without backing down.

The two argued more and more fiercely, their voices echoing in the ward.

Zhao Xueli tried to mediate the fight, but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Lin Xuan sighed and walked between the two men: "Gentlemen, now is not the time to argue. The patient needs quiet."

"Who are you?!" Liu Meiyuan shouted, glaring at him.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that Uncle Tong is not doing well right now. Your noise will disturb his rest."

Tong Yao, her eyes red, gritted her teeth and said, "Liu Meiyuan, get out, or I'll have the bodyguards kick you out!"

Liu Meiyuan wanted to say something more, but seeing her murderous gaze, she finally snorted coldly and turned to leave.

The clatter of high heels slowly faded into the corridor.

The ward returned to silence. Tong Yao, having exhausted all her strength, slumped onto the sofa, while Zhao Xueli sat beside her, comforting her.

Without further hesitation, Lin Xuan walked to the bedside, looked at the unconscious Tong Yuan, and placed two fingers on his wrist.

He wants to give it a try!