The girl’s cold, clear words landed like stones, each one striking directly at the heart.
On the monitor, Han Qi’s heartbeat—moments ago slow and nearly flatlining—suddenly spiked and began to pound violently. The doctors stood frozen for a moment before finally remembering to rush forward and resuscitate the patient.
A nurse tried to pull Feng Guang away, but she shook off the nurse’s hand. Bending close to Han Qi’s ear, she spoke in a harsh, biting tone:
“Han Qi, I mean what I say!”
Two more nurses came over and finally managed to drag the furious Feng Guang away from the bed.
One nurse said,
“The patient has just shown such a strong will to live. Miss, please don’t disturb our rescue efforts—go outside and calm down for a while.”
Feng Guang was pushed out of the emergency room. In the hallway, a window reflected her own face at her—icy, hard, and unrecognizable. She blinked in shock, unable to believe that the “ferocious” person staring back at her was herself.
Han Wei and Zhen Wei walked over. Han Wei spoke first,
“Miss Xia, how is Han Qi?”
Slowly, Feng Guang regained her composure. Looking at the two elders before her, she forced her expression into control and said firmly,
“Han Qi won’t die.”
“Really?” Zhen Wei knew Feng Guang wasn’t a doctor, but hearing those words from her lips made her want—desperately—to believe them.
She was just a pitiful mother.
Feng Guang repeated once more,
“He won’t die.”
Because… she knew he could never bear to let her die with him.
Half an hour later, the doctor came out of the emergency room. Han Wei immediately asked,
“How is Han Qi?”
“His heartbeat has stabilized. We managed to pull him back from the brink,” the doctor said with a sigh of relief before adding gravely,
“Mr. Han… I think we’ll have to move up the timetable on that plan.”
What plan?
The plan to use Han Chen to keep Han Qi alive.
Zhen Wei covered her mouth and let out a soft sob. She was not a cold-blooded woman, but when it came to her own son’s life, she couldn’t uphold any so-called fairness.
Han Wei, on the other hand, seemed far colder than his wife—because Han Chen was his own creation. From the very beginning, he had known that Han Chen was nothing more than medicine for Han Qi, a living remedy to keep him alive.
That was why, when cultivating Han Chen, he had built a time limit into his genes—an inescapable death command. Han Chen was destined not to live past eighteen. Even if he wasn’t sacrificed to save Han Qi, his organs would begin to fail within a fixed period. So, why not use them to save Han Qi before that happened?
At least then his death would have some meaning. Wouldn’t it?
Feng Guang sat quietly on a chair. She heard Han Wei making a phone call—she didn’t know to whom, but she caught a few words:
“It’s time. Bring Han Chen over.”
Even if she didn’t want to dig into what those words meant, she understood instantly. But she didn’t stop him. She had no power to stop him. She… could not stop him.
Zhen Wei, being a woman, was far more perceptive than her husband. She noticed Feng Guang’s off expression, walked over, and sat beside her. Gently placing a hand on Feng Guang’s shoulder, she said softly,
“Miss Xia, we’ve troubled you enough today. I’ll have someone take you home now.”
“No… I want to stay here.” Feng Guang raised her eyes, her voice steady.
“I’m waiting for Han Qi to wake up.”
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