She calculated the time and found that the night of Su's mother's birthday banquet was extremely yin, making it a good time to cast a spell.
The next day, Rong Yan told her that the Feng family had indeed lost their composure, and Feng Zhen came to visit her. However, just as Su Lenghe had instructed, everyone in the Rong family looked worried and distressed. Rong Ce lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his face looking extremely pale.
Feng Zhen looked concerned: "I never expected that my nephew would suffer such a disaster at such a young age. Life is truly unpredictable."
Rong Lin was initially wary, but upon hearing this, he looked surprised, not expecting that Feng Zhen had come to show concern for him.
Thinking of the past, Rong Lin was overcome with grief and sighed, "I don't know when my third brother will wake up. I'm just not cut out to manage the company. Now all the burdens are on my shoulders. It's so hard for me."
Feng Zhen's gaze deepened, he offered a few words of comfort, then made an excuse to slip away: "I have other business at the company, I'm leaving now."
After he left, Rong Lin composed himself and looked at Feng Zhen with intense hatred in his eyes. Like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had no good intentions!
If it weren't for Miss Su's advice to pretend he didn't know about the swapped fates, he would have kicked Feng Zhen out long ago.
Feng Zhen didn't go back to the company, but went straight to a villa in the suburbs. Before he even entered the door, he heard painful wails.
"Ouch, ouch, just let me die!"
Hearing this, Feng Zhen was furious: "A real man can't even handle this little bit of pain, what a useless man!"
Feng Li's face contorted in pain, cold sweat soaking his hair: "Dad, spare me, I don't want to change my fate."
Feng Zhen said with exasperation, "Alright, I just went to the hospital to see the Rong family's son. He's already dying. Just bear with it a little longer."
Feng Li shook his head in anguish: "No, Dad, I don't want to persist anymore, let's give up."
Feng Zhen roared, "If it hurts, give me a painkiller! We're almost done, why are you backing out now?"
"If I had known it would hurt this much, I would never have agreed to it in the first place!"
Feng Zhen gave a signal, and someone immediately held Feng Li down and gave him a painkiller injection. This injection would calm him down and stop him from wailing, but in reality, the torment he was suffering from was not reduced at all.
Feng Li could clearly feel the torment he was suffering, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his bones and blood, penetrating deep into his marrow, and churning his internal organs.
His legs were no longer able to walk, and he could only lie in bed. His skin was ulcerated all over his body, oozing yellow pus that smelled foul.
Fengzhen couldn't stand it for more than two minutes, so he quickly left and went to the next room.
Inside the room, a Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged in meditation. Hearing the noise, the priest slowly opened his eyes.
Feng Zhen bowed respectfully: "Daoist, I just went to check, and Rong Ce doesn't have much time left."
He made a throat-slitting gesture, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly: "That kid is tough; he's still alive. But judging from your son's condition, I'm afraid he won't last much longer..."
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