Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Second update on 11/7.

Sang Jin was stunned for a few seconds after being pushed away, and then he saw Sang Xueruo lying on the bed spitting out black blood.

His heart was pounding. In pain, he ran over and hugged Sang Xueruo into his arms, roaring and yelling, "Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou, what's wrong with you! Someone, someone, doctor! Doctor!"

Sang Xueruo was caught off guard and was hugged by Sang Jin, breathing in his scent several times.

"puff!"

She spat out another mouthful of black blood on Sang Jin, and then passed out from the stench.

“Xiao Rou!!!”

Sang Jin's heart-wrenching roar came through the door of the ward.

The father and his two sons, who were feeling sad in the hospital corridor, heard it first and ran over.

Father Sang: "Xue Rou!"

Sang Chen: "Sister!"

Only Sang Jiaheng still had some rationality and went to call for doctors and nurses.

Father Sang and Sang Chen, who were running in front, suddenly opened the door of the ward and ran in without any preparation.

then-

"Gee~ what's that smell~ geez~ geez~ geez~ geez~ geez, why are you here... geez!"

Sang Chen covered his mouth, but his father had already leaned against the wall and vomited sour water all over the floor.

The two of them stepped back together, neither of them realizing that disgust briefly flashed in their eyes.

Sang Jin caught this hint of disgust, his eyes darkened slightly and his heart suddenly ached.

Just looking at Xiaorou in his arms, he knew that now was not the time to say these things.

Sang Jin said anxiously, "Hurry, Dad, get the doctor over here! Xiaorou is vomiting blood and fainted!"

Father Sang and Sang Chen covered their noses.

Sang Chen said sullenly, "Brother, we will take good care of my sister. You should leave here first."

During this period, Sang Jin had strange problems. The Sang family sought treatment from various top medical teams at home and abroad, but they still could not cure him.

As the smell on Sang Jin became worse and worse, they couldn't stand it anymore and asked Sang Jin to stay in the hospital temporarily.

Father Sang smelled the stench of decay emanating from his second son, and when he looked at his face which was covered in patches of black and white, he found it really irritating to the eyes.

He nodded: "Your brother is right, Xiao Jin, you should leave here first."

Sang Jin opened his mouth, took a last look at Sang Xueruo in his arms, then lowered his head and left the ward.

As he turned to leave, he saw the undisguised disgust on his brother and father's faces, and a gloomy look flashed across their eyes.

Father Sang covered his mouth and said, "Quick, open the window quickly."

As Sang Chen opened the window, he heard the sound of "thump, thump, thump" footsteps.

The doctor who had just been scolded by the Sang father and son appeared in the ward again with a team of medical staff.

But this time, as soon as the few people came in, they were hit by the stench so much that their faces turned pale and they staggered.

Father Sang ignored them and said anxiously, "Quick, go check on my daughter. Why did she suddenly vomit black blood and faint?"

The doctor's surname is Wang.

Dr. Wang initially felt sympathetic towards this family, but after what had just happened, his impression of them had hit rock bottom.

But as a doctor, he would definitely give his patients a thorough physical examination.

Doctor Wang nodded and was about to start working when Sang Jiaheng suddenly spoke up, "You were the ones who said my sister is out of danger."

Doctor Wang paused and raised his head.

Sang Jiaheng's face was serious and cold: "If anything happens to my sister, I will not let the hospital go. You will never be a doctor again in your life."

Sang's father and Sang Chen also looked at him coldly, their eyes conveying the same meaning.

Doctor Wang: “…”

Is there something seriously wrong with the brain in this family? He began to examine the patients with a tired heart.

Ten minutes later.

"This, this, this is simply a miracle." Doctor Wang and his colleagues were stunned and couldn't believe it.

Because of this miracle, Dr. Wang temporarily put aside the family's attitude and said excitedly: "Mr. Sang, your daughter's arm has returned to normal."

Sang Chen was overjoyed and asked, "What do you mean? Is my sister fine?"

"It's not completely healed. So far, only her eyes and arms can move normally," Dr. Wang said happily, "but this is already a miracle. For a patient who was completely paralyzed below the eyes, it has never happened before that her arms can recover normally."

The happy expressions of Sang Chen and the other two froze in an instant.

Sang Xueruo had just regained consciousness and opened her eyes, but after hearing the doctor's words, she was so shocked that she fainted again.

Ten minutes later.

The doctor and the nurse had already left. The atmosphere in the ward was very heavy, and none of the father and his two sons spoke.

Until they heard a slight "groan" coming from the bed, the three of them immediately stood up and surrounded the bed.

Sang Xueruo slowly opened her eyes and instantly met three worried and anxious faces.

She started crying before she could say anything, tears streaming down her face, "Dad, Dad, brother, brother."

Even though she could speak, her throat still felt like it was being cut by a knife, but she couldn't help but speak.

Father Sang wiped his eyes and said soothingly: "Xiaorou, have a good rest. You will definitely get better in the future."

Sang Chen looked at his usually pretty sister who was wrapped tightly and had her dark hair shaved off. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, but smiled and comforted her, "Yes, sister, don't think too much. Everything will be fine."

Sang Jiaheng is usually a quiet and indifferent person.

Looking at Sang Xueruo at this moment, his expression was more gentle than ever before: "No matter what happens, we will be by your side."

Sang Xuerou's tears fell even more fiercely.

She raised her hand to wipe it, secretly trying to move her body, and then discovered in despair that only her eyes and arms could move normally.

Is she going to spend the rest of her life lying in bed waiting to die? She is a rare genius in metaphysics, she should be at the top and worshipped by everyone.

It’s all Rong Qing’s fault, it’s all Sang Wanwan’s fault, they are the ones who made her like this!

Whenever she thought about having to lie in bed for the rest of her life, Sang Xueruo felt as if her heart was being bitten by ants.

They have hurt her like this, she will not let them go.

A murderous intent flashed in Sang Xuerou's eyes.

She knew that the ancestors of the Sang family had made great achievements in metaphysics. However, the ancestors studied curses and insects, which were considered evil in the eyes of the aristocratic families.

Sang Xuerou wiped her tears and said slowly: "Dad, brother, it was Sang Wanwan Rongqing who made me like this."

She spoke each word, enduring the severe pain in her throat, and used some words to package it, pushing all the blame on Sang Wanwan and Rong Qing.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the Sang family's father and son were all filled with anger.

…

It was already past two in the morning when the father and his two sons returned home from the hospital.

Sang's father asked Sang Chen to leave, and he and Sang Jiaheng went directly to the study.

After the study door was closed, the two men's faces suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"This is too much! Rong Qing and Sang Wanwan are too much!" Sang's father paced back and forth in the study room angrily, his face full of regret, "I shouldn't have brought Sang Wanwan back in the first place!"

Sang Jiaheng was also angry. This was the second time he had lost his temper in all these years. Bullying Xue Rou meant that he didn't take the Sang family seriously.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking back to what happened a year ago.

At that time, the Chi family and the Sang family were both competing for a big project, and in terms of resources, the Sang family had no chance of winning.

The project was so important that if the Sang family won the bid, they could move up a level. Since Chi Junyu refused to give up, they had no choice but to disqualify him forever.

Sang Jiaheng whispered: "Dad, I want to use that again..."

Father Sang's expression paused slightly.

That was something left by our ancestors, and the ancestral teachings clearly stated that it could not be used, because if anything went wrong it would bring disaster to the entire Sang family.

"Dad, I know what you're worried about," Sang Jiaheng said, "We used Sang Wanwan's blood to feed it, so if anything goes wrong in the future, it will be retribution on her. Wasn't it okay when we used it to deal with Chi Junyu?"

-

Three days have passed since I left Zhou Xingqiao's school.

During these three days, my husband was busy preparing for the exam, my son was busy learning about robots, and the business people in the online store were also managing it in an orderly manner.

Recently, Zhou Xingqiao and Wang Qiang got together to discuss setting up their own logistics fleet. Zhou Xingqiao has begun to research and develop Phantom Car, dedicated to providing the fastest and most convenient service to every customer.

Sang Wanwan was lying in the rocking chair, rocking slowly while eating snacks. What a leisurely day it was.

The Lord God Space spent three days studying the black bead thoroughly. [“Wanwan, something big is going to happen.”]

Sang Wanwan: "Oh, tell me about it."

[“This bead has the power of destruction. The world you live in now is about to end.”]

Sang Wanwan: “Oh.”

Something she already knew.

The Lord God muttered in the space: [“According to Zhou Xingqiao’s description, the person who gave him the bead was the former Lord God’s pretentious criminal. But according to his personality, he wouldn’t do things in such a roundabout way. He would just go all out and kill everyone.]

Sang Wanwan ate a snack and said, "Then there is only one possibility. He is not the former Lord God."

[“Forget it, let’s not talk about him anymore,”] the Lord God Space said, [“Wanwan, the power of destruction has appeared. This world will only last a few decades at most before it disappears completely. Don’t you have any ideas?”]

Sang Wanwan said: "Little God, the power of destruction is such a powerful thing, can you completely eliminate it?"

[“Of course I can,”] the Lord God Space said proudly, [“My mall has all kinds of items, a mere power of destruction… humph!”]

Sang Wanwan nodded.

The Lord God Space said again: [“Wanwan, even if this world is destroyed, it will not affect you. I will find a better world and take you, your husband and son away.”]

Sang Wanwan smiled and said, "Indeed, with the little god here, the destruction of a mere world is nothing to be afraid of."

The program in the main god space suddenly stopped for unknown reasons, and it felt like someone was targeting my treasure.

What does that mean? Is there something else going on here?

Sang Wanwan finished a plate of snacks, checked the time, and went to the study. It was time to let her husband go out for a walk.

She pushed open the door of the study and saw Chi Junyu frowning and pressing his mobile phone, apparently replying to someone's message.

Sang Wanwan sat down next to him. "What's up?"

Chi Jun nodded: "A friend of mine..."

He paused and said hesitantly, "Meng Linfeng is getting married. The wedding will be held on a private island abroad that he bought. He has invited almost all the wealthy people at home and abroad."

Sang Wanwan understood.

In the past, Chi Junyu was a cold person who devoted himself to work. Meng Linfeng in his circle had the same personality as him.

Although the two did not make it clear, they both regarded each other as close friends.

Sang Wanwan felt pretty good.

Going abroad to attend Meng Linfeng's wedding was an opportunity for the three of them to travel.

Just as she was about to speak, she caught a glimpse of Chi Junyu's phone screen lighting up. In the WeChat chat interface, Meng Linfeng sent her a few wedding photos.

Sang Wanwan glanced at it casually, raising her eyebrows slightly.

In the photo, the human eye cannot see that the groom has at most three months left to live, while the bride, with a face full of happiness, has been dead for half a year and has corpse spots on her face.

This groom is going to do something big.