Chapter 20: That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics?

"How is my finger, doctor?"

The doctor glanced at her hand: "Your hand has been disinfected and bandaged. Just change the dressing on time."

"I mean, can my finger be reattached?" Ji Huaiyuan asked angrily, "What have you been checking for all this time?"

"Also, why was your heart checked just now?"

Ji Huaiyuan became increasingly panicked as she spoke: "I need to do an angiography? My hand! My hand!"

The doctor frowned in confusion:

"you do not know?"

When Ji Huaiyuan went out, she saw her father talking to the doctor, while her mother kept looking at her brother with concern.

Her eyes were a little red and swollen.

He wiped away the tears that had just fallen with his bandaged hand.

Baiyun looked up as if sensing something: "Are you done? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Mom, I mainly came to see my hands, why are they checking my heart? And why do they need to do a tissue typing test with my brother?"

Ji Huaiming thought to himself, "She's not stupid today after all."

Before her mother could speak, she asked, "What? You were just having this test?"

Turning to his mother, he asked, "Mom?"

Suddenly, Ji Huaiming's expression changed, and he clutched his chest, looking distressed.

Bai Yun supported her, and Ji Huaiyuan was startled to see her brother about to collapse.

Didn't you know that, brother?

Thankfully, this must be Dad's idea.

Ji Huaiyuan helped her brother up, and the two of them helped him to a chair. Ji Qingshan came over when he saw this.

"What's wrong?"

"Dad, is my sister having a heart checkup?"

Ji Qingshan looked at Ji Huaiyuan: "Well, let's do a check-up first, but I'm still looking for other hearts for you."

Ji Huaiyuan's heart skipped a beat: "What if we can't find another heart?"

Does that mean we have to use our own?

Seeing her daughter's tears, Baiyun said, "Your older brother is still here, Yuanyuan, don't worry."

“Your brother has been very distressed lately, and your dad is at his wit’s end.”

Ji Huaiyuan: "But isn't Ji Huaizhi right at home? Can't we just kidnap him?"

"Isn't this a great opportunity?"

Ji Qingshan didn't speak. He had talked with his father for so long last night, and he understood what his father meant.

It's impossible to let Ji Huaizhi donate his heart. Although he doesn't understand why, since Ji Huaizhi doesn't have much time left, he has a guess in his mind.

His eldest son's fate is likely to change.

Otherwise, it's impossible that Old Master Ji wouldn't care about his grandson.

"This is none of your business."

Ji Huaiyuan bit her lip: "But this is my heart!"

Ji Qingshan frowned: "This is a hospital! Where's your manners?"

"Now you're saying I have no manners? I told you, the reason you came to the hospital with me today was because of my heart condition!"

Baiyun knew that her husband was not to be disobeyed, and seeing that he was about to hit her, she quickly pulled her daughter back: "Why are you saying these things to your father?"

"I already told you you have an older brother!"

"Alright, isn't it over? I'll try to talk to her." Bai Yun winked at Ji Qingshan.

Ji Huaiyuan bit her lip.

She's not smart, but if they didn't want her to donate her heart, why would they bring her here for a transplant?

When Baiyun returned and heard that Ji Huaizhi wasn't coming back to stay, she frowned deeply.

"Why isn't he coming back? This house is so big, can't it fit a sickly person like him?"

She wanted to give him some advice.

To be honest, she didn't want to lose her daughter.

Ji Huaiyuan has been avoiding her brother ever since she returned.

Ji Huaiming knew why.

He scoffed inwardly.

He says he loves me, his older brother, the most, but what's the result?

Now there are two people who can donate to him, which is like double insurance.

Baiyun waited in the house all night, and finally Ji Qingshan came in: "What exactly are you and Dad thinking?"

Ji Qingshan: "You don't need to worry about it?"

"How can I not care?" Bai Yun, dressed in silk pajamas, sat on the bed, putting down her book, wanting to have a serious talk with her: "Huaizhi clearly resents us now, why don't we let him save Huaiming?"

"Besides, he's already twenty-six years old."

Ji Qingshan lay down and sighed, "Ah!"

"Dad has his reasons for doing this."

"But Yuanyuan!" Baiyun wanted to persuade him further, but then she heard him continue:

“Huai Zhi’s talent is better than Huai Ming’s, do you understand?” Ji Qingshan looked at the ceiling: “Moreover, I suspect that Ji Huai Zhi’s fate should have changed.”

Baiyun sat up straight: "What?"

"I don't know what deal he made with Dad, but Dad values ​​him a lot now."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Bai Yun's expression was not good.

"What did I say? You're just too stupid to see it." Ji Qingshan's expression was solemn: "Huaiming needs to have surgery as soon as possible. Dad wants Huaizhi to revitalize the Ji family, but Huaiming must also stand up for himself."

“Huaizhi has no feelings for us at all. He really dares to attack me. I don’t even know his strength yet.”

Ji Qingshan rested his right hand behind his head: "If he really brainwashes Dad, he won't be so polite to us anymore."

Baiyun couldn't fall asleep after hearing this.

"But Huaiyuan, she!"

It was so late, and Ji Qingshan was tired too: "If Ji Huaizhi could give his heart to Huaiming, your daughter wouldn't have to die."

"As long as you can persuade him."

Baiyun retorted with displeasure, "Isn't that your daughter?"

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Her response was a snoring sound.

The courtyard the Taoist priest mentioned was not small at all.

There is also a large pond in the middle.

After the three of them moved in, the lotus flowers in the pond all bloomed that very night.

When Wang Gui got up to practice his skills, he saw Ji Huaizhi sitting in a rocking chair reading a book.

The lotus flowers behind him made him appear even more alluring.

His long hair fell casually over his shoulders, and Wang Gui couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Ji Huaizhi looked up and could tell what he was going to do just by looking at him in his training clothes.

"Wangshan hasn't gotten up yet?"

"I'm a little reluctant to get out of bed." Wang Gui walked to the other side of the pond.

Wang Shan got up, his training clothes loosely draped over his shoulders: "Good morning, Senior Brother Ji."

"If Master knew that you've been neglecting your cultivation since you came down the mountain, do you think Master and Uncle-Master would criticize you?" Ji Huaizhi swayed slowly in the rocking chair.

They look very relaxed.

"Don't tell Master, I'm still growing." Wang Shan tugged at his clothes and smiled ingratiatingly.

Ji Huaizhi was amused by his silly look: "Go open the door."

"Why are you opening the door?" Wang Shan asked, puzzled.

"We have guests," Ji Huaizhi said softly.

As soon as Ji Yao arrived at the door, he saw Ji Huaizhi's junior brother come to open it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Did your senior brother send you?"

Wangshan did not answer him.

In his mind, no one in the Ji family was a good person.

Ji Yao didn't care about his reaction. After going in and looking around, he walked straight towards Ji Huaizhi.

"I guessed you hadn't eaten yet, so I brought you breakfast."

Ji Yao casually moved a wooden table under the eaves. The breakfast he brought was quite lavish: "The Metaphysics Conference is about to begin. I heard you're going to participate in the name of the Ji family?"

Wang Gui saw someone coming and walked over with a towel.

"Perfect timing, let's have breakfast. Your stomach must be empty after practicing."

Wang Gui glanced at Ji Huaizhi and nodded: "I'll go pack up first."

Ji Huaizhi looked up: "You didn't come to see me about this, did you?"

"Did you take anything with you when you went to the Li family?" Ji Yao stared intently at Ji Huaizhi.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough! Cough cough!"

Ji Huaizhi suddenly started coughing, and it went on for a long time.

Wang Shan approached him and patted his back, his tone somewhat worried: "Why are you coughing so badly?"

Ji Yao thought he was deliberately changing the subject, but he didn't expect to feel a chill down his spine the next second.

"Master, I boiled loquat leaves this morning, which can stop coughing."

Ji Yao found the woman's clear, beautiful voice grating; although it was melodious and pleasant, it seemed to have a sinister quality to it.

Ji Yao's expression changed.

"Uncle, this is a new friend of mine. He had no one to rely on, so I took him with me."