Chapter 43: You Really Believe That Old Man’s Words?
Accompanying this voice was a faint trace of ghost energy.
Nan Yuanman stopped her steps, twitched her little nose like a puppy sniffing around, and curiously looked toward the direction from which the voice came.
Not far from her, there was a small stall selling rat poison and cockroach poison. Squatting in front of the stall was a young woman with dyed pink short hair, wearing pajamas, looking exceptionally dejected.
The woman held about ten packs of rat poison in her hands and asked with a face full of fatigue and despair: “How much does all this cost in total?”
The stall boss looked at the woman, then at the large pile of rat poison in her hands, and cautiously asked: “Girl, you’re buying so much rat poison to poison rats at home, right?”
Not to poison herself, right?
“Of course.” Yao Xianglu chuckled. Wasn’t she a little rat herself?
The stall boss relaxed inwardly and gestured a number to her: “Just scan thirty bucks for me. Girl, I don’t know what happened to you, but you’re still young. Once you get through it, there will always be blessings.”
“Blessings? If this blessing comes to my family, I’d think it’s blind.” Yao Xianglu muttered, scanned thirty bucks for the stall boss, and then left staggering away with the rat poison in her arms.
Nan Yuanman stood in place pondering for a few seconds, then trotted after her with her short legs pattering.
Meng Qinian walked ahead unaware for a stretch, then turned back and found the little brat who had been following behind him was gone, scaring him so much his hair stood on end: “！!”
Meng Qinian frantically looked left and right, and only then saw Nan Yuanman furtively following behind the pink-haired woman.
Meng Qinian hurriedly ran up and grabbed her back collar, his heart pounding extremely fast from the fright: “Perfection! Why did you run off without a word? You nearly scared me to death!”
Nan Yuanman was lifted up entirely by him, her hands and feet curled up like a little cat. Seeing Meng Qinian’s face pale from fright, she realized she had done wrong and obediently apologized: “Sorry, Brother Qinian. I scared you. Perfection is used to it.”
When she lived in the countryside with Grandpa, she had gotten wild habits. Plus, the countryside was just that small, so she could play anywhere without Grandpa accompanying her or needing to report to him.
As long as she came home after playing enough.
This had led her to forget to tell Meng Qinian just now.
The little girl apologized crisply and neatly. How could Meng Qinian bear to blame her? After rubbing her soft fine hair hard, he instructed her: “This time it’s fine, but next time you go anywhere else, you must say something.”
“Otherwise, you’ll be kidnapped by human traffickers!”
Perfection nodded obediently: “Okay, Perfection knows.”
Meng Qinian no longer dared to let Nan Yuanman walk on her own. Holding her, he asked: “What were you doing following that pink-haired woman just now? Is there anything strange about her?”
“That sister has very heavy ghost energy on her.” Nan Yuanman didn’t hide it from Meng Qinian. After all, he was the first person to show her kindness after she came to this strange city.
She still had a bit of fledgling affection for him.
As she spoke, she looked up to search for the person, but found that the pink-haired woman had already disappeared.
Nan Yuanman furrowed her little brows, somewhat annoyed: “But now we’ve lost her…”
“It’s okay. If she has a connection with Perfection, Perfection will meet her again.” Meng Qinian comforted the little brat: “Come on, let’s go eat first.”
Just as he was about to carry Nan Yuanman away, an ambulance suddenly drove in from ahead, flanked on both sides by a number of Hongqi sedans.
Meng Qinian was stunned for a moment, then held Nan Yuanman and stepped aside to make way for the vehicles to pass.
Nan Yuanman hugged Meng Qinian’s neck and, like him, craned her neck to look toward where the vehicles stopped.
After the ambulance stopped, a young man in a white coat jumped down from it—tall and upright in figure, exceptionally handsome in appearance.
After the young man got out of the car, he lifted his gaze and unconsciously swept it toward Nan Yuanman’s direction, his amber eyes particularly cold and indifferent.
When Nan Yuanman saw him, her expression froze slightly. Just as she furrowed her brows wanting to look more clearly, Meng Qinian suddenly reacted strongly and shouted, “Holy crap!” while holding Nan Yuanman and turning around: “Why are people from the Feng family here?”
Isn’t the Feng family’s sphere of activity in Shangjing? Why did they suddenly come to S City? And the one who came was Feng Yuli, that rebellious big devil.
Could it be that Uncle Feng had an accident?
Feng Yuli spotted that familiar back figure in the crowd, his good-looking eyebrows lifting slightly. But he didn’t greet them proactively. After the bodyguards arrived, he directed the bodyguards to carry the person from the ambulance down, and under their escort, they entered the hospital.
The people around the hospital whispered curiously: “Such a big entourage—which big shot is being transferred here?”
“That man, I saw him on TV before. He’s a Doctor Without Borders, right? He seems to be the eldest young master of the Feng family in Shangjing?”
“…”
Meng Qinian didn’t linger. He carried the bewildered Nan Yuanman away amid the curious discussions of the crowd.
Seeing Meng Qinian running away fast like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Nan Yuanman curiously sized him up: “Brother Qinian, do you know that big brother from earlier?”
Meng Qinian hesitated for a moment, then nodded: “Yes.”
“He… is my eldest aunt’s son. But my mom and my eldest aunt fell out long ago and have had no contact.”
This was already ancient history for Meng Qinian, but he still couldn’t forget how, when he was little, his mom wanted to mend things with his eldest aunt and took him to Shangjing to find her, only for him to be pinned down and spanked on the buttocks by his eldest cousin for being too naughty—an embarrassing incident.
Because of that, Meng Qinian now couldn’t help but feel his buttocks burn at the sight of Feng Yuli; he felt extremely awkward and completely didn’t dare to greet him.
After simply telling Nan Yuanman about the grievances between him and Feng Yuli, Meng Qinian found a relatively clean small restaurant and took Nan Yuanman to eat.
Meanwhile, at Wanhe Hospital in S City.
Director Wang hurried over, greeting Feng Yuli nervously: “Doctor Feng, why did you come suddenly? I heard you transferred the patriarch over. Is the patriarch…”
“Director Wang, I’m very sorry to disturb you suddenly. No need to worry. My father is fine; he just couldn’t find good doctors in Shangjing anymore, so we came to S City to try our luck.” A faint polite smile graced Feng Yuli’s handsome face: “The follow-up care can be handed over to the Feng family medical team.”
Wanhe Hospital was also one of the Feng family’s properties, which was why Feng Yuli chose to transfer Feng Congqian here.
Director Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly: “Okay, okay. Whatever you need, just say it. The hospital will fully cooperate.”
Feng Yuli nodded slightly. His phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He answered the call, and a irritable voice came from the other end: “Feng Yuli! Where the hell did you transfer Dad?!”
“You know Dad’s been in a vegetative state for three years, and you’re still dragging him around! Do you want to patricide and monopolize the family property?!”
Director Wang wished he hadn’t heard anything. He gave Feng Yuli an awkward smile and silently turned to leave.
Feng Yuli’s expression was indifferent, his tone cold and desolate: “Feng Langqing, if you can’t speak properly, then be mute.”
Feng Langqing was choked by him and irritably tsked: “No, you really believe what that old man said? Feng Yuli, can you snap out of it?”
“Dad’s been in a coma for three years! We’ve tried every method—metaphysics, science—he still won’t wake up. And you really believe what he said, that Dad’s life force is in S City?”
