Chapter 47: Treatment for Cold
Winter arrived as expected with a heavy snowfall. The cold wind was like a knife, making the windows whistle. The whole city was covered with thick white snow, and the tall buildings turned into crystal castles of ice and snow, with a quiet and magnificent beauty.
However, in the hospital's VIP ward, Liao Feng seemed to resonate with the severe cold outside the window.
Since last night, he has been shivering uncontrollably under the thick quilt, as if the heat in his body is being rapidly drained away by some invisible cold.
The heater in the ward was turned up to the highest setting, making it stuffy, but it seemed unable to penetrate his cold skin and warm his gradually freezing limbs.
Xu Nuoyan and Ran Yian sat side by side on a cold plastic bench. This was the first time they had sat together so calmly since their breakup, and it was because of someone they both cared about and had both let down.
Xu Nuoyan was wearing a white coat, his eyes fixed on the empty wall in front of him. His voice sounded as professional and calm as usual, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of suppressed tension:
"If he doesn't have surgery, is there no hope for his eyes?"
Ran Yian came back to her senses after hearing his words. She looked up at him and said, "I'm not sure either. I'm not an ophthalmologist, but he's not physically fit for surgery right now. He's not in a good mental state, and you know his physical condition. If he doesn't have surgery, he might not be able to see, but if he does, he won't be able to make it out of the operating table alive."
At this moment, Xu Nuoyan felt a buzzing in his ears. He shook his head, took a deep breath and said, "I understand." He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was saying.
After a long time, Xu Nuoyan spoke again: "The special medicine made by my second brother is finished. He won't be able to survive this winter without it." Every year, Li Mingyu would give Xu Nuoyan a small white bottle. After injecting the medicine in it into Liao Feng's body, he would barely get better.
But this year it was gone. Li Mingyu did not explain why, but Xu Nuoyan could understand that if Liao Feng continued to inject that drug into his body, his body would rot.
"A special medicine?" Ran Yian suddenly raised his head and stared at Xu Nuoyan in disbelief, his pupils suddenly contracting, "What did you say? What special medicine?!" A terrible possibility instantly hit him, but he didn't dare to be sure, let alone believe it.
"That's what you were thinking." Xu Nuoyan closed his eyes, his face as pale as the walls of the hospital ward. "Forcefully stop the vicious energy cycle and cold outbreak in his bone marrow."
"Nonsense! Are you fucking crazy?!" Ran Yian suddenly jumped up from his chair like a blast from a dynamite. His suppressed emotions instantly erupted, and he growled at Xu Nuoyan, "That drug permanently damages the central nervous system! It accelerates the apoptosis of normal cells! You're a doctor too, don't you understand these basic pharmacology?! How could you let him use that stuff?!"
His roar was particularly harsh in the quiet ward. Liao Feng, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be disturbed and moved uneasily.
Xu Nuoyan didn't refute or move. He just kept his eyes closed, enduring Ran Yian's anger and accusations, his face a dead gray.
Because every word Ran Yian said was true. And he, as a doctor, personally injected that liquid medicine into Liao Feng's veins again and again.
"Of course I understand, but I can't just watch Liao Feng die in front of me! I've been thinking of a way. I've been researching it for the past three years." His emotions were not as excited as Ran Yian's, but despair could be seen in his eyes and heard in his tone.
"But there has been no way. My second brother is unwilling to give it to me. Now you let me watch my friend die. You all say I'm a genius doctor, but at a time like this I can't do anything." He lowered his head and put his hands in his hair, pulling hard. His tone was inevitably hoarse. He despised himself and hated his own incompetence. He felt that all the glory was a slap in his face.
Ran Yian calmed down and sighed. No one could be blamed for this matter. Although Li Mingyu gave the medicine to Xu Nuoyan to guide him, it was essentially to save Liao Feng. Although the purpose was to experience whether this medicine could really be used on the human body, and what would happen if it was used.
The two of them sat in silence for a long time. Xu Nuoyan got up and entered the ward. He used his special ability to transmit warmth to Liao Feng but it seemed to have no effect. Ran Yian looked at the two of them through the glass and felt uncomfortable.
Although he had a bad relationship with Liao Feng, or even a very bad one, Liao Feng was still a child in his eyes. In his memory, the 14-year-old junior high school student pulled his clothes and asked for his contact information. Later, he found out that Liao Feng wanted his contact information just to give it to Xu Nuoyan.
He wanted to laugh whenever he thought of this. These two kids were so funny and kind-hearted. Suddenly, Xu Nuoyan ran out of the ward.
"Brother An! I've figured it out. Li Mingyuan's illness was not caused by the medicine, but was saved by Kirill. If Li Mingyuan could be saved without the medicine, then did Kirill also save Liao Feng?" He grabbed Ran Yian's shoulders excitedly, his eyes bloodshot.
Ran Yian was a little overwhelmed by him, but quickly reacted and said, "If that's the case, then I'll ask him to come over and ask him how he did it." He pushed Xu Nuoyan away to make a phone call.
Kirill was still in a meeting at the company at that time. When he saw the number marked "Uncle", he hadn't contacted his uncle for a long time and didn't expect that the other party would call him.
Before he could even open his mouth after receiving the call, the other party said, "Go to the hospital right now. I'll only give you 10 minutes." After that, the phone was hung up without waiting for Kirill to react. Kirill looked at the phone screen, not knowing what to say, then shook his head, said "meeting adjourned" and left the meeting room.
No matter how dissatisfied he was with Ran Yian's attitude, he dared not go against his wishes. Ran Yian was the only person in the world he was truly afraid of. He was not even afraid of his own parents, but he was afraid of this uncle. Although he looked gentle and polite, he was really ruthless when beating people.
When they arrived at the hospital and saw Xu Nuoyan and Ran Yian sitting together, Kirill had a meaningful expression on his face. Then Ran Yian noticed his gaze and glared at him.
"What are you looking at? Come here." Kirill didn't understand why his uncle was always so bad-tempered, especially why he always yelled at him like this.
"What? I'm in a meeting at the company. You will cause me losses by doing this. Even if you are my uncle, you can't do this." He walked slowly over and stood in front of the two of them, complaining like a child.
"Hehe" Ran Yian sneered, turned to look at Xu Nuoyan and let him speak himself. Kirill and Xu Nuoyan looked at each other with disgust in their eyes, and they were tired of each other, but now was not the time to quarrel with Kirill.
"You saved Li Mingyuan. How did you cure the Gu in his body? And how did you deal with his other minor ailments?" He calmed himself down and tried to be more polite. Kirill was a little confused by his attitude. Was this the same guy he'd fought with last time? Why was he pretending now?
Kirill looked at him with disdain, but still replied: "Using the power of the ancient wolf god, he can't be called a god. There is a spring in the wolf tribe's holy land. People can soak in it, and there are people outside to transmit power. But only the high priests of the major families can do this."
After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence outside the ward.
High priest.
These three words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking Xu Nuoyan and Ran Yian!
Someone they knew who was a "high priest," powerful enough, and... maybe someone they could even invite...
Only one!
Ruan Xingfeng!
He had just been officially crowned as the High Priest of the Divine Deer of the Linlu Clan under the watchful eyes of the public!
Great hope and more complicated emotions instantly surged into Xu Nuoyan's heart.
It turns out that after going through so much trouble, the last straw of hope turned out to be the person he had hurt the most and whom he was most ashamed to face!
Ran Yian was also stunned. He glanced at Liao Feng, who was dying in the ward, then at Xu Nuoyan, whose expression was unpredictable, and sighed heavily. This really was... fate.
Kirill looked at the two men's sudden silence and unusual expressions, raised an eyebrow, and seemed to understand something, but wisely did not ask any more questions. He simply said calmly: "I told you the method, it is very ancient, and the conditions are very harsh. Whether it can be successful depends on yourselves. It's okay, I'll go back first, the meeting is not over yet."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Xu Nuoyan and Ran Yian facing this hopeful yet extremely difficult choice.
After Kirill left, Xu Nuoyan took out his cell phone from his pocket with trembling hands. He didn't want to talk to Ruan Xingfeng and didn't want to have anything to do with him, so he called Song Xuexi and asked her to talk to Ruan Xingfeng.
He used to think that Ruan Xingfeng was very weak and Liao Feng would bully him, so he was kind of caring and pitiful towards him.
But knowing that Ruan Xingfeng had plotted against Liao Feng, which led to Liao Feng's current state, he hated Ruan Xingfeng from the bottom of his heart, and this hatred penetrated his body through his blood.
Song Xuexi was helping Liao Feng stabilize the situation of Chuangyu Group. She didn't want to contact Ruan Xingfeng by phone, but now he was the only one who could save Liao Feng. Their fates were really tied together.
On the other side of the city, the headquarters building of the Herbivore Association, which symbolizes the new order, is shrouded in an atmosphere completely different from that of the hospital.
The place is brightly lit, busy and orderly, and filled with the vigor and hope of victory.
In the office of the president of the Herbivore Association, Ruan Xingfeng was reviewing documents. The office was so quiet that the only sound was the scratching of the pen across the paper.
He had just experienced a huge power change and emotional storm, and was now trying to numb himself with heavy work, temporarily withdrawing from his guilt towards Liao Feng and the excitement of reuniting with his family.
At this moment, his private encrypted cell phone rang. The name that popped up on the screen startled him slightly - Song Xuexi.
The scene of their last unhappy parting was still vivid in his mind, and that look of disappointment and heartbreak seemed to penetrate the screen. Why would she contact him on her own initiative?
Ruan Xingfeng hesitated for a moment, but still answered the phone, trying to keep his tone calm: "Mr. Song? What's going on?"
On the other end of the phone, Song Xuexi's voice was cold and stiff. Without any greetings, she went straight to the point, as if reading a necessary announcement:
"President Ruan." She used the most distant name, "Liao Feng is dying."
Ruan Xingfeng's fingers gripping the phone suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned white in an instant.
My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand and suddenly stopped beating. Was I dying? How could this be? Clearly...
Song Xuexi didn't give him time to ask questions. She continued in that emotionless voice, "His old illness has relapsed, and his condition is critical. Ordinary medical treatments are no longer effective. Kirill has provided a method, but it requires a powerful high priest to channel the power of the holy spring."
She paused deliberately, letting the three words "high priest" hit Ruan Xingfeng's heart heavily.
"Right now, the only high priest we 'know' who meets the requirements is you." Her tone was filled with a hint of barely concealed sarcasm and helplessness. "Ayan asked me to ask you, can we borrow the sacred land of the Linlu tribe? Are you willing to lend it to us?"
She said the last sentence with great difficulty, which was tantamount to bowing her head and asking for help from the person she hated the most and disappointed the most.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Ruan Xingfeng's mind was blank. A few minutes ago, he was still feeling a sense of illusory peace for the success of his career and the return of his family. A few minutes later, an almost cruel choice was thrown in front of him.
Liao Feng is dying and needs the high priest, who is the only one who can save him.
Countless emotions instantly overwhelmed him: shock, fear, disbelief, and... a heavy, unshirkable sense of responsibility and... the hope that perhaps something could be done to make up for it.
He remembered what he said to Li Mingyuan, "The best compensation is action."
Now the opportunity for action presented itself in the most direct and brutal way.
He didn't even think for a second.
"Where is it?" Ruan Xingfeng's voice was hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable determination. "Tell me the location. What do you need me to do? I'll be there right away."
His response was so swift and straightforward, without a trace of hesitation, that it stunned Song Xuexi on the other end of the line. She seemed to have anticipated his evasion, his negotiation, and even his indifference, but she had not expected such an unhesitating response.
She was silent for a few seconds before giving him the address of the hospital and briefly explaining what he needed to do.
"Okay. Wait for me." Ruan Xingfeng only replied with these two words and hung up the phone neatly.
He put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. All the memories and guilt about Liao Feng that he had just suppressed came flooding back like a tide, almost drowning him.
But this time, he didn't allow himself to dwell on it.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze having regained its calmness and sharpness. He pressed the intercom button and spoke quickly and clearly:
"Prepare the car immediately! Cancel all my plans for today!" "Contact the elders of the Linlu tribe. I need to immediately activate the highest authority of the holy spring!" "Prepare the car to the city center hospital!"
A series of commands were issued, and the efficient machine of the entire Herbivore Association started running instantly for the president's order.
Ruan Xingfeng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the heavy snow still falling outside.
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