Lang Wenzhe didn't expect Qingshan to agree to treat his father. He was overjoyed and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, senior, don't worry. I know my father is seriously ill. I don't ask you to cure him. I would be very grateful if you could just make him regain his consciousness!"

"What do you mean by regaining sanity?"

Zhan Kunpeng walked in from the gate with a square step, his hands twirling with his bracelets.

"Brother, didn't you go out to play cards? Why are you back so soon?"

"It's all Old Goat's fault. After losing a few rounds of mahjong, he slipped away with the excuse that he had something to do at the winery. We're short one, so we can't play anymore!"

Ever since Chu Shanyang reached a cooperation agreement with Qingshan at the Zhan family banquet, he has been busy with the affairs of "Buxianxian" these days. No wonder he has no time to play cards.

"Brother, please don't wrongly accuse Brother Chu. You shareholders have all been hands-off managers, paying money but not putting in the work. You've left everything to him, so of course he'll be busy!"

Zhan Kunpeng thought about it and realized that this made sense. He laughed and let the matter go.

When Lang Wenzhe saw Zhan Kunpeng coming, he greeted him with a fake smile on his face: "Uncle Zhan!"

"Lang Wenzhe, what are you doing here? What did you just say about regaining your sanity?"

Lang Wenzhe secretly cursed Zhan Kunpeng for coming back at the wrong time. He knew that Zhan Kunpeng's leg was deliberately broken by his father. The two of them had an irreconcilable grudge. If he knew that his father was now lying in the ICU dying, who knows how happy this old guy would be!

"Uncle Zhan, I'm here to ask the senior to rescue someone!"

Zhan Kunpeng had actually guessed Lang Wenzhe's intention a long time ago and was deliberately trying to annoy him.

"What? Is Lang Ningqi still not awake? God really envy talented people, ha... uh, ah——!"

Lang Wenzhe: ...My dad is not dead yet!

Zhan Kunpeng invited Lang Wenzhe to have lunch with him. Although Lang Wenzhe was so anxious that smoke was coming out of his head and his throat was on fire, he had to be patient and chat with Zhan Kunpeng at the dinner table. After Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan finished eating, Lang Wenzhe drove them and insisted on coming to see their "old friend" Zhan Kunpeng to a private hospital in Hong Kong Island.

Lang Ningqi lay on a hospital bed, tubes intubated and wired to a battery of instruments, barely surviving. When Zhan Kunpeng had been ill, Zhan Feng had been there to care for him. But Lang Ningqi, on the other hand, had fathered four sons, only one of whom was willing to help him, and his motives were far from pure. Zhan Kunpeng, seeing Lang Ningqi's dejected state, mentally cursed him, "Serves him right," and stopped making sarcastic remarks.

Lang Ningqi's attending physician was also there, and according to Lang Wenzhe's instructions, he explained Lang Ningqi's condition to Qingshan.

"Mr. Lang's current heart condition is such that he cannot withstand the side effects of general anesthesia, so we dare not perform surgery to remove the hematoma in his brain. We can only maintain his condition with conservative treatment, hoping for a miracle."

Qingshan nodded. The doctor was right. Although Lang Ningqi's heart had a stent to prop open a blocked blood vessel, so it wasn't a major problem for the time being, it was likely to stop beating again if he underwent general anesthesia. The hematoma on his brain was pressing on his brain stem, causing him to fall into a coma, and he was in danger of death at any time.

The doctor left after reporting the situation. Lang Wenzhe looked worried and asked Qingshan:

"Senior, can my father... be saved?"

Qingshan smiled and said slowly: "It can be saved, but I don't know how Young Master Lang wants to save him."

"What do you mean, Senior?"

"I'll give you two choices. First, if you just want Mr. Lang to wake up, then I'll write you a prescription and you can boil the medicine for him to drink. The consultation fee is also cheap, only 500 Hong Kong dollars. But I can't guarantee whether Mr. Lang will be able to recognize people or speak after he wakes up!"

The reason Lang Wenzhe wanted to save Lang Ningqi was to make him leave all his family property to him. If Lang Ningqi didn't even recognize him after waking up, what was the point? He might as well be dead!

"What's the other option?"

"I guarantee he'll be able to speak and write well using another method. If we're lucky, he'll even be as good as before. But the consultation fee will be a bit expensive. I'm not sure if you can afford it, Young Master Lang..."