Soon, Ye Fengwu came to the door of the intensive care unit. He pushed open the door and at a glance saw Jing Si lying in bed with Qin Qinghan holding her little hand, trying to warm her up with her own body temperature.
Ma Zhilan had transfused blood for Jing Si. Seeing Ye Fengwu, she hurriedly said, "Sir, your blood is very effective. Your daughter's condition has eased, but I'm afraid this won't last long."
"Of course, we will continue to find a way. We will definitely figure out what disease your daughter has."
Ye Fengwu did not look at Qin Qinghan. He said to Ma Zhilan in a very serious tone, "From now on, except for my family, only you can enter this sickroom. I know very well what the problem with my daughter is. You don't need to bother to investigate. You just need to ensure that her condition remains normal."
Upon hearing this, Ma Zhilan's face changed and she said, "Sir, the life and death of the patient is the responsibility of us doctors. How can we..."
"I said, you just need to keep her normal, other things... I will do." Ye Fengwu's face was terrifyingly gloomy, making Ma Zhilan shudder in fright. She had never seen such a terrifying gaze before.
So Ma Zhilan swallowed back the words she was halfway through saying.
Ye Fengwu said again, "Draw another bag of blood for Jing Si for backup."
Upon hearing this, Ma Zhilan frowned and said, "I’ve already drawn 800ml just now. Drawing more will endanger you."
"No matter how much, as long as my daughter is safe." Ye Fengwu said unhesitatingly.
Beside him, Qin Qinghan's body trembled slightly. Although she didn't look back at Ye Fengwu, she could hear the worry in his tone for Jing Si, which made her feel even more conflicted.
Perhaps his love for Jing Si surpassed everything. Perhaps he came to make amends. But how could this make her forgive him for drugging her and ravaging an innocent girl for his own selfish desires?
No matter how outstanding he is now, what he did back then is still unforgivable.
Ma Zhilan was also helpless. Seeing a father's disregard for Jing Si, how could she refuse?
So Ma Zhilan could only nod, then walked out of the ICU to draw blood for Ye Fengwu.
Ye Fengwu took a look at Qin Qinghan's back, looking like he wanted to say something but held back. In the end, he sighed and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Suddenly, Qin Qinghan stood up and said to Ye Fengwu's disappearing back in a very plain tone. She could feel that he was leaving.
Ye Fengwu stopped and didn't turn around. With his back to Qin Qinghan, he said, "Going to find a way to save Jing Si. I promise you, no matter how great the cost, I will make sure Jing Si is safe and sound."
After speaking, Ye Fengwu strode forward again. When he reached the door, he paused and said, "Only the female doctor can enter this sickroom. Also, someone will come to protect you soon. Don't be wary of them."
Then Ye Fengwu left the ICU without looking back.
Watching his disappearing back, Qin Qinghan's tears welled up again. She hated him, but she couldn't truly hate a man who would stop at nothing to save his daughter.
At this moment, Qin Qinghan was completely at a loss. With the critically ill Jing Si on one side, and a man she hated for eight years on the other, she no longer had any opinion on what to do next or even what to do the next second.
After leaving the hospital, Ye Fengwu still looked very gloomy. He didn't intend to conceal his identity from Qin Qinghan for the rest of her life. But now that his identity was exposed, it was obviously not the most suitable time.
But for Jing Si, even if Qin Qinghan chased him away after he came back, he would accept it.
Ye Fengwu lit a cigarette, waiting for Chen Zuoshan to send him information on how to save Jing Si.
"Young man, want your fortune told?"
Suddenly, an old voice came to Ye Fengwu's ears.
Ye Fengwu was already irritated. Hearing this voice made him even more impatient. He turned his head and saw a shabby old man behind him, holding a shabby cloth banner. He didn't expect that in this day and age, there were still con artists like this Daoist priest.
The old man looked seventy or eighty years old. His long gown was tattered but he still stood upright, and his eyes were bright and vivid.
Ye Fengwu was exceptionally sensitive to danger. Although he didn't feel any threat from this fortune teller, he could see that this person was extraordinary.
So Ye Fengwu lightly said a word: "Scram..."
Faced with Ye Fengwu's unkind dismissal, the fortune teller was unperturbed. On the contrary, he walked up to Ye Fengwu with a smile. His deep gaze sized up Ye Fengwu.
Then he slowly said, "Young man, do you believe in destiny?"
Ye Fengwu looked even more impatient. He snorted again, "What do you think?"
The fortune teller still didn't give up because of Ye Fengwu's indifference. He nodded slightly and laughed leisurely, "You have had a rough life. Abandoned since childhood, you had a life-and-death calamity at the age of ten, but fortunately there was a benefactor to help."
Ye Fengwu's face instantly became somber. There was no surprise in his eyes, only icy killing intent.
The old man was right. He was indeed an abandoned child. At the age of ten, he nearly died from the ghost imprint of the spirit world. Fortunately, that very gentle woman saved him. The only people who knew about this besides himself and his missing sister were his deceased foster mother.
But how could this fortune teller reveal this thing that he had never told anyone with just one sentence?
Ye Fengwu didn't believe this old man really understood any heavenly secrets.
So Ye Fengwu's gaze towards the fortune teller turned hostile.
The fortune teller felt Ye Fengwu's hostility but remained unhurried. He continued divining, "Young man, you should have had prison misfortune when you were eighteen, but you evaded that calamity by chance. Have I said anything incorrect?"
Ye Fengwu looked coldly at the fortune teller and snorted, "Who exactly are you?"
The fortune teller waved his shabby cloth banner and smiled, "This old Daoist is named Tiangang Taoist. If we could sit down and talk in detail, this old Daoist may even be able to help you escape the impending calamity."
Ye Fengwu's face grew uglier. He couldn't see through this old man, but he had a feeling that if they fought, he would definitely not be a match.
So Ye Fengwu coldly snorted, "The things you said aren't too mysterious. Some people with background and ability can investigate them out, so I still don't believe you can pry into the secrets of heaven."
The fortune teller smiled and said again, "If this old Daoist hasn't guessed wrong, your loved one is in critical condition, and you are about to embark on an unknown adventure. This old Daoist kindly reminds you that the road ahead is not easy, full of crises."
The fortune teller's words finally made Ye Fengwu reveal a hint of surprise. No matter who he was or how he knew everything about himself, this old guy was definitely extraordinary.
Ye Fengwu stamped out his cigarette and sat directly cross-legged on the ground, saying, "Didn't you say you wanted to sit down and talk in detail? Let's continue."
Seeing Ye Fengwu's sudden action, the fortune teller was also slightly surprised. A strange smile appeared in his eyes. Then he actually sat cross-legged opposite Ye Fengwu.
The fortune teller looked at Ye Fengwu with a very serious expression and said, "Some people's fates have already been determined from the day they were born. You were abandoned since childhood, alone and destitute since young, but you have also achieved what you have today, standing in a position that countless people envy and admire."
"This is the arrangement of fate. You didn't know who your parents were since young and it's understandable you resented it, but perhaps your family also had no choice, and they may have never given up the day you return to your ancestry!"
Ye Fengwu's eyebrows immediately wrinkled up, and he hummed indifferently: "Old man, I'm not interested in this topic. Also, you're wrong about one thing - I don't harbor any resentment, nor am I alone and desolate. I have a loving and caring mother, and a sister who dotes on me...extremely."
When he mentioned the word "sister", Ye Fengwu was clearly somewhat gnashing his teeth.
"And..." Ye Fengwu hummed again: "As for tracing my ancestry, humph, I've never thought about it. Heaven knows if they're even still alive."
Ye Fengwu's words were extremely casual, without even a hint of emotion.
This caused a flash of obscure complexity in the fortune teller's eyes.