In the world of Zongman, the ruthless monks just want to play badly

The existence of the genetic disease was not widely publicized within the Toyokawa family. Only the top leaders knew about it. After all, such a thing would only cause panic among the people. Instead of letting the clan members meet their end in anxiety, it would be better to be an ignorant fool and spend every day happily.

Xiangzi wanted to regard all this as a lie made up by his grandfather to trick her into going home, but looking at his grandfather's mournful face, he could not bring himself to refute.

"If it were possible, I'd rather this be false than you do."

Toyokawa Sadaharu was silent for a moment, then added, "Mizuho's time is running out."

……

This is a cold ward, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The woman in the white striped hospital gown lay quietly on the hospital bed, wearing a large oxygen mask, as if she was in a deep sleep.

An unknown instrument beside her made an annoying ticking sound. Her already snow-white face was almost transparent because of the loss of blood color. A few strands of hair as soft as seaweed were stuck to her forehead by cold sweat, but that gentle face could never learn to twist.

"...Nowadays, Mizuho is awake less and less, and spends most of her time sleeping."

Toyokawa Sadaharu stood in front of the glass, quietly looking at his daughter sleeping in the ward, his voice low, full of deep fatigue.

Even though he is a big shot whose words can decide the fate of hundreds of thousands of employees, in front of this ward, he is just a father who is helpless for his seriously ill daughter.

Xiangzi bit his lip so hard that he didn't even notice it until it bled.

Ever since she could remember, her mother was gentle in her eyes. She would gently comfort her little emotions, hold her in her arms at night, and sing a lullaby in her beautiful voice.

She had never seen her mother so fragile, as pale as a broken doll and lifeless.

Her heart was overwhelmed by a huge fear. She had never realized that death was so close to her, so close that he could take her mother's life with just a slight swing of his scythe.

When people are extremely panicked, they will instinctively look for something that can give them the greatest sense of security.

Xiangzi subconsciously grasped the hand of the president beside him, and his golden eyes had never been so fragile.

"don’t worry."

Bai Li gently patted the girl's back. She was petite and was curled up slightly in his arms, like a reed in the wind, trembling uncontrollably.

"Ms. Mizuho, ​​it's going to be okay."

"I am here."

Chapter 210 Toyokawa Mizuho Sees the Light

ALS is indeed an incurable disease, which is almost equivalent to chronic death.

Patients will gradually lose their ability to move, from mild muscle weakness to muscle atrophy throughout the body, until they are completely paralyzed, and even breathing requires the assistance of equipment.

But terminal illnesses that modern medicine cannot cure are easy for monks.

Not to mention a chronic death, even if Toyokawa Mizuho had passed away young and her body had been cremated, as long as her soul had not dissipated, Baili could bring her back.

It's just like helping Metis, helping her to create a new body.

Speaking of Metis... the moon essence he collected in the past few days is almost enough. After returning tonight, he can start to refine a new body for her.

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a lively new sister in the family tomorrow who has a personality completely different from Xiaomu's.

...I always have a bad feeling. Is it an illusion?

Although that girl is more lively than Xiao Mu, she still respects him as her brother and probably won't do anything too outrageous.

Shaking his head, Bai Li stopped thinking about it and turned to look at Mizuho Toyokawa in the ward.

Even though she is already a mother and even though she suffers from a terminal illness, the sleeping lady still looks very young. The disease only makes her look a little haggard, but it also gives her a touch of "sickly Xi Shi" temperament, which makes her particularly lovable.

No wonder she could give birth to a daughter like Xiaoxiang, her genes are indeed excellent.

Unfortunately, he won’t live long.

If human vitality is expressed in the form of flame, then Xiangzi is a bright and blazing bonfire that can burn for a long time without showing signs of fatigue unless something unexpected happens.

Mizuho Toyokawa, on the other hand, is more like an ember that is about to burn out, with only scattered sparks left. It is heading towards destruction bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even the need for wind or rain.

In this regard, her vitality is even not as good as that of the elderly Toyokawa Sadaharu. Although Lao Deng has gray hair, he is in good health and can live another 20 or 30 years without any problem.

If Xiangzi were also troubled by this terminal illness in the future, he might eventually outlive three generations of his family, including his wife, daughter, and granddaughter.

...When you think about it this way, it's pretty miserable.

"Really...can it be done?"

Shoko Toyokawa had no idea what her president was thinking.

Her trust in Bai Li is 120%. If there is a strange competition like the "President's Fangirl World Cup" in the world, the secretary has the potential to maintain the second place and fight for the first place.

However, since it involves her closest family, the girl can't help but feel nervous while feeling hopeful.

"Do not worry."

Perhaps it was because that soft, round face, like rice cake, was too adorable, Bai Li subconsciously reached out and scratched her fair, round chin. The action was so natural that people couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you so skilled? How many times have you done this with her?"

This scene fell into the eyes of Toyokawa Sadaharu who was standing aside, and the corners of Lao Deng's wrinkled eyes twitched noticeably.

If I didn’t know how to do this, I would have thought he was petting a cat.

But his rebellious granddaughter, who was always panting or about to pant in front of him, was actually as obedient as a cat in the face of such an offensive behavior. Not only did she not intend to resist, she also instinctively lowered her head to make it easier for the other party to scratch her.

——Who made my granddaughter like this?

Fortunately, Xiangzi quickly realized that this was not his home and his grandfather was standing next to him, so he did not indulge in it for too long. He quickly separated from the president and stood aside with a blushing face.

Bai Li ignored Toyokawa Sadaharu's increasingly dark face. After all, the other party could only be angry for a while.

He just touched Xiaoxiang's head again and said softly:

"Give me a minute."

The warmth above her head was like the warm spring sun, bringing a calming force. The blue-haired girl raised her face and nodded vigorously, "...I, believe in the president!"

Even the Onmyoji/priest/mikoto who possess extraordinary powers cannot cure Mizuho's illness.

Toyokawa Sadaharu had already felt despair about this fact, but when he saw Baili's calm face, as relaxed as if he was invited to a dinner party, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

Maybe... the person in front of me can really create miracles?

As long as he can save Mizuho, ​​Lao Deng would tolerate it even if he touched Xiangzi in front of him, not to mention touching him personally.

In the quiet ward, only the white unknown instrument made a "tick-tick" sound.

Bai Li walked slowly to the bedside, stretched out a finger, and gently touched the forehead of the sleeping weak woman.

In the world that mortals cannot see, along with his movements, a huge and violent vitality like a floodgate opening flowed along his fingertips, rushing into Toyokawa Mizuho's body, but suddenly softened when it touched the woman's body.

The life fire of this mature lady, which had been dimming and about to die, seemed to be injected with new fuel and was revitalized once again.

The raging fire gradually grew stronger until it burned fiercely.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the woman's originally pale face regained its color and regained its healthy luster.

Although she had taken good care of herself and had a daughter as old as Xiangzi, she did not look old at all. There was not even a trace of wrinkles on her face, only a mature charm.

But now her pretty face was fair and tender, revealing the smoothness and delicacy unique to a young girl, with a jelly-like texture. She looked ten years younger, from a mature lady in her early thirties to a twenty-year-old female college student.

In fact, Bai Li was not familiar with medicine, but he understood the simplest truth: great strength can create miracles... No, I mean, make up for what you lack.

Replenish nutrition when you are hungry and replenish water when you are thirsty.

As for lack of vitality? Just replenish it.

But... right now, it seems that I haven't grasped the right amount.

Although he helped fill the lost vitality of Toyokawa Mizuho, ​​he accidentally filled too much.

After repairing the woman's broken body, the vitality was still not completely consumed. The excess vitality was integrated into her limbs and bones, presenting a scene of rejuvenation.

If she and Xiangzi stood together now, no one would tell that they were mother and daughter. It would be more appropriate to say that they were sisters.

……

My whole body feels light and airy, as if I am soaking in a hot spring.

Ever since I got sick...how long has it been since I felt so relaxed?

Mizuho Toyokawa slowly opened her eyes, and her hazy vision gradually became clear.

The snow-white ceiling, the "ticking" sound of instruments coming from my ears, and the faint smell of disinfectant floating in the air.

There seems to be a vague figure beside me?

Is it Xiangzi? Or Dad?

Mizuho tried hard to blink, but in between breaths, she met a pair of light chestnut eyes.

The dusk spread over the calla lilies placed on the bedside, and the boy's clean pupils were as clear as stars, and seemed to be shining.

Chapter 211 I can’t lose when it comes to Fengchuan’s reputation!

"mom!"

"Ah."

"How do you feel? Do you still feel weak?"

"very good."

"That's good... Mom? Mom? What are you looking at?"

Mizuho Toyokawa's absent-minded gaze finally shifted from the tall and upright figure of a young man standing beside his father outside the window, and turned to look at his daughter in front of him. He touched her head and smiled as gentle as a spring flower.

"I was just thinking, my Xiaoxiang... has finally grown up~"

The girl was wondering why her mother looked at the president with such concentration.

It didn't seem like he was looking at the lover his daughter brought with her, but more like...

But before she could think about it, she heard such a joke, and a shy blush appeared on her cute little round face. Her slender white fingertips subconsciously twisted together, looking a little embarrassed.

"I, I don't understand what mom is saying..."

"Isn't that Bailijun the boy you like?"

Mizuho Toyokawa was unwilling to let her go. Although she looked gentle and soft, this mature lady was also stubborn and stubborn when she was young. Even Sadaharu Toyokawa suffered a lot from her.

In front of his mother who was firing on all cylinders, the soft and tender Xiaoxiang was still too immature and had no strength to fight back. He could only lower his head in shame and act like an ostrich in silence.