I cultivate the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir Dao on Earth

Jingzhou, [Yiguang International Private Hospital].

Riding in Uncle Shan's car, the group arrived at the hospital.

According to Yang Ruixing, Ying Manyuan is currently located on the top floor of the inpatient department, in a special inpatient area that is not open to the public.

To get up there, everyone except Yingmanyuan's dedicated medical team needs to swipe their exclusive IC card.

"Rich people are indeed different; even when they're hospitalized, they're kept separate from ordinary people."

With that thought in mind, Jiang Songjing silently followed the Yang family, swiped her card, went upstairs, and walked along the carpet on the top floor until she finally arrived at an alloy door.

This doesn't look like a hospital room door; it looks more like a heavily guarded place.

"Tap, tap, tap."

After three knocks, an old voice came from the ward.

"Come in."

The voice wasn't particularly authoritative, nor did it have any imposing presence.

It sounded like a terminally ill old man, using his last bit of strength to squeeze out the remaining voice from his throat.

Jiang Songjing's eyes remained expressionless, but a vague and inexplicable feeling rose within her.

Is this... the first time in my life that I've ever heard my father's voice?

But when I think of the word "father".

The first image that came to Jiang Songjing's mind was an old figure wearing a Taoist robe.

The next second, he narrowed his eyes and cleared his mind of all distractions.

Uncle Shan turned the doorknob and went into the room first, followed by Jiang Songjing, who stepped into the room of her "father" for the first time, behind the Yang siblings.

However... what appeared before them was not a hospital bed, but a spacious reception room like an office.

The room is fully equipped with sofas, computers, and a tea room.

However, there is a door at the very back of the reception room that separates the outer room from the inner room.

That room, in comparison, is the real ward.

Even when hospitalized, one must perform rituals in such a confined space.

This scene caused Jiang Songjing to frown slightly.

However, the door was not locked at this time, so there was no need to check again.

Uncle Shan walked straight over and gently pushed it, while Jiang Songjing and the other two followed and stepped inside.

Thus, the entire scene in the ward came into Jiang Songjing's view.

But his gaze was fixed on something other than the numerous sophisticated medical instruments scattered throughout the ward and the four young, uniformed female caregivers standing by.

Upon entering the ward, his gaze lingered on one spot, ignoring everything else.

...He was half-lying on the bed, with only his upper body upright, but his body was slightly hunched.

But he still cast a smiling glance his way, his first look falling on the old man.

The garden should be full!

Jiang Songjing certainly wouldn't not recognize him!

It's the 21st century now; there are no more stories of people keeping their wealth hidden or not flaunting it.

Langyuan Group is a large company with an output value of hundreds of billions. The owner who steers this commercial ship cannot possibly be unknown!

In fact, when Jiang Songjing kicked them out of Baiyang Temple that day, she had already searched for information about Ying Manyuan. Later, on her way to the capital, she looked at countless photos and videos of him.

So at this moment, seeing the old man's appearance, Jiang Songjing was not surprised at all, and felt only a strange sense of peace and emotion.

"...He looks even more dashing than in the photos in the news reports...Even now, you can still tell he was exceptionally handsome in his youth...No wonder he caught the eye of the eldest daughter of the Yang family."

"But now his hair is completely white... He doesn't look as young as he did in the interviews. Even in recent photos, he still has a full head of black hair. Is it because the photos are from years ago, or has he dyed his hair?"

"And the lines on his face... he looks so old even though he's not even sixty yet."

Although Jiang Songjing believed that the father-son relationship was over, both on the way north and before coming to the hospital.

But the moment you actually see Yingmanyuan.

For some reason... Jiang Songjing still felt a slight tug at the heartstrings.

That wasn't pain, it was just sorrow.

The old man looked at him, his slightly cloudy eyes filled with a smile.

He lay half-reclined on the bed, seemingly sensing some of Jiang Songjing's feelings, but his first reaction wasn't to speak to the child he'd never met before. Instead, he turned his gaze to Uncle Shan and his other two children:

"You were able to bring Song Jing here...that's great, very good."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, completely lacking the air of a schemer or a ruthless warlord.

But at this moment, Yang Wanyi, who was usually fearless, did not utter any sarcastic remarks. She simply turned her head to the other side, her face expressionless.

Yang Ruixing, however, gave a wry smile:

"Dad, you've worked so hard for so many years, and now that you're old, you finally have this little wish. How can we not help you fulfill it?"

"And... I really admire my younger brother."

The old man coughed lightly a few times, then chuckled to himself:

"Rui Xing, I've heard about some of the things that happened before you came."

"It's normal for your second uncle, Yang Zengyun, to have his own thoughts. Even without Wanyi, whether before my death or after my burial, he would definitely have fought for her. You don't need to be too harsh on your sister."

"...Wanyi also has her own troubles. Back then, your mother suffered from a heart attack and couldn't bear to see her children. Whenever you were in her presence, she would go crazy... She was only slightly better when Xiyi was around. So I sent both you and Wanyi abroad to study."

"You're alright, after all, you were a college student back then, the right age to study abroad... But Wanyi was only a little over ten years old at that time, and she was a girl. She must have suffered so much hardship all by herself abroad... Even if she harbors resentment towards me, it's understandable."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruixing's face showed only a slight tremor, but Yang Wanyi's eyes had already reddened.

But she remained tightly pursed her lips, stubbornly and coldly defiant:

"Only now do I realize my regret... What was I doing back then!"

However, there was a hint of sobbing in her voice.

Upon hearing this sound, Yang Ruixing's face became even more shaken, and a hint of pain even appeared on his face.

He looked deeply at his sister, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yang Wanyi, however, stood there with her arms crossed over her chest.

This once arrogant and domineering young lady now seemed rather frail.

Ying Manyuan looked at her two children, her face full of helplessness and regret.

The atmosphere in the entire ward had subtly become somber.

Even the four young female caregivers felt something at this moment and lowered their heads.

But Jiang Songjing stood aside.

He watched this scene with indifference, feeling nothing at all.

Moreover... even the slight sadness he felt earlier, triggered by their blood ties, had vanished without a trace.

It wasn't just in that moment that the past entanglements between Yang Ruixing and Yang Wanyi, and Ying Manyuan, made him realize more vividly and profoundly that he was ultimately an outsider in this hospital ward—

He's a non-Yang family member!

more importantly……

He recalled the conversation between Ying Manyuan and the two siblings, and narrowed his eyes slightly, a chilling sense of unease rising in his heart.

"The coherence of this passage... and Ying Manyuan's advanced age seem rather mismatched?"