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The music on the other end of the line kept blaring. Hui Zifeng had called five times, and it was always the same. Fang Zhou's wound had been sutured, and he was resting in the VIP ward, being cared for by Dr. Du's disciples. Next door was Song Shiwen. The sound of chanting emanated from his room, and Hui Zifeng felt a little uneasy. He decided to go for a walk outside, and it was a good opportunity to talk to Shuixi about Fang Zhou's situation.
Walking down from the fourth floor, Hui Zifeng casually turned behind the wall, just trying his luck, but he didn't expect to see Shuixi there.
He leaned against a red brick wall, his white shirt stained, his suit jacket casually hanging on a dead tree in front of him. His phone was in the inside pocket of his suit, a pink and purple crystal bead pendant protruding from the pocket.
That must have been a gift from Ming Yan. Shui Xi himself didn't have many hobbies; he even had multiple pieces of the same clothing, sometimes just randomly picking something out of Ming Yan's closet. How could one define Shui Xi? He came from a poor background, yet he often displayed an authoritarian and overbearing personality. Despite this, he was willing to be Ming Yan's guardian, taking care of his life and his spirit, and mostly acting as a competent servant.
That's all. So it's strange. Someone without their own preferences, without their own pursuits, appears to others as either a mindless hollow shell or a master at perfectly separating work and life, fiercely concerned with protecting their privacy.
Hui Zifeng felt that Shuixi belonged to the latter category. He had originally assumed that Shuixi, with no relatives or money, would have any privacy. But then he suddenly had a younger sister.
Now, because of her sister's accident and her sadness, Shuixi's image gradually becomes fuller.
"Don't worry, Dr. Du is my father's personal physician and will keep this a secret," Hui Zifeng said. He was surprised when Shuixi called. He didn't care about Shuixi's cry for help or the heartbreak she'd experienced; he was simply surprised that Shuixi would call him for help. And because of their friendship, he agreed without hesitation.
This is the trouble with making friends. Birth, old age, sickness, and death, love, hate, anger, and delusion—the emotions between humans are nothing more than that. Understanding that everything is empty can put an end to all troubles.
"Thank you." Shui Xi uttered these two words expressionlessly, as if it was difficult for him to speak.
"You still have many secrets that I don't know." Hui Zifeng said.
"Master Hui doesn't need to know." Shui Xi noticed the change in Hui Zifeng's expression and added nonchalantly, "You just need to be your master in your safe zone. Everything else, whether it's mine or someone else's, has nothing to do with you."
This was Hui Zifeng's life principle, but when Shuixi said it, it seemed ironic. Hui Zifeng was not very happy, but he had to admit that this was just who he was.
Shuixi realized that her thoughts were in a mess and had made the eldest young master unhappy. She pinched her forehead irritably and brought up something else in a good manner.
"Why would you help Song Shiwen? The doctor said his lungs are damaged, and the chance of recovery is only 1% worldwide. Are you planning to use all the Hui family's resources to save him? But are you sure you can save him?"
"He knows the whereabouts of the poem." This wasn't a real answer. It was just an excuse. Hui Zifeng knew that he was just trying to save Song Shiwen.
Song Shiwen suffered innocently; his young life should not have ended this way. This time, he wanted to try to change someone else's fate, but his ability could only do so much. As Shuixi said, the success rate was only 1%, and everyone began to accept that Song Shiwen was dead.
With only Song Shiwen as his only child, his mother was at her wit's end, even inviting monks from Chaolai Temple to chant sutras and pray for his well-being. The monk leading the charge was Wenjie, an acquaintance of Shuixi. Hui Zifeng still remembered the monk's vulgar makeup, dancing with girls, and relying on his handsome appearance to attract young women to his business. It was simply unsightly.
"Your sister Fang Zhou's body is different from others, did you know that?"
Shuixi looked at Hui Zifeng with sharp eyes.
Seeing his expression, Hui Zifeng felt that Shuixi had never liked him, was wary of him, or perhaps even looked down on him. Otherwise, why would he have such a disappointed, threatening look?
"Why else would I ask you for help?" Shui Xi turned his gaze, pulled the suit jacket in front of him towards him, shook it, put it on, took out his phone and glanced at it, then said with a smile, "You called me, I'm sorry I didn't hear it. I was still a little scared because of my sister's matter, but I've recovered now."
Shuixi did this to dispel Hui Zifeng's suspicion of him. He could feel the changes in Hui Zifeng's psychology, like a toy that had been played with for thousands of years.
"Was it seven years ago?" Hui Zifeng's mood really improved because of Shuixi's performance.
"What seven years ago?" Shuixi looked confused.
Hui Zifeng took out his phone and found a screenshot of a news report. He showed it to Shuixi, "Seven years ago, a mermaid appeared in the river near our school. She was actually your sister, right? Was that when you started taking care of her?"
Shuixi hesitated, then nodded.
Hui Zifeng chuckled with satisfaction. "Excuse me, I went and checked privately, and the blood sample is exactly the same as the one collected seven years ago. It can be inferred that it comes from the same organism. Don't worry, this matter will be kept confidential. Your sister Fang Zhou, no one will ever get close to her secrets. But can you tell me where she came from? Why is her blood and genes so different from modern people?"
"She has a strange disease." Shui Xi lied calmly.
"Who discovered it first? Herself, her family? Or you? Why did you keep such a strange non-human around? My parents didn't know about it for all these years. They always thought you were an orphan with no one to rely on. Are all orphans like this? Like to rely on other orphans for survival?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Shui Xi was unhappy in his heart, but he appeared calm on the surface, with a kind and respectful attitude, which did not make Hui Zifeng feel offended at all.
His problems as a young master are even worse than those of other bastard children from wealthy families. Who said that Hui Zifeng doesn't have any arrogance in him?
"Well then." Hui Zifeng pulled out another report, his face revealing the determination of a judge. "Seven years ago, Fang Zhou was eighteen, and you were only fourteen. How did you manage to mistake her for your sister?"
Shuixi sneered helplessly, "She has a low IQ, often forgets things, and has three deceased brothers, so if I become her brother, it will make her feel safe. What's the problem?"
Hui Zifeng felt a pang of fear. How could he not have imagined that this evidence could be refuted in this way? He hadn't wanted to meddle in Shuixi's private affairs in the first place, but this interrogation, intended to expose Shuixi's lies, had instead revealed something of Shuixi's inner world. Hui Zifeng was at a loss. Should he have some pity on this person and treat him better from now on?
Damn it. He didn't bother to deal with the issue of his attitude towards Shuixi. Shuixi and he were in an employment relationship, forever, for life. He never needed to be cautious with Shuixi.
Hui Zifeng was about to leave, but after a few steps, he stepped back and made a surprise check on Shuixi's mood. He found him dazed, devoid of love or hate, so he kindly informed him, "Your sister's wounds have been treated, and she's not in danger of death. However, the doctor said the injuries were a bit strange. Her internal organs, which should have been severely damaged, weren't seriously injured. Furthermore, the superficial wounds, despite no hemostatic measures, were bleeding slowly."
"What do you want to say again?" Shuixi had an attitude of giving up everything.
"Nothing." Hui Zifeng turned around and said with his back to Shuixi, "I'm wondering what my father's real intention is in letting you stay with me. If you want to leave, I will help you, as long as you ask."
"Stop being crazy."
Others thought Shuixi was Hui Zifeng's lackey and obeyed his orders blindly. In fact, Shuixi would often scold him back mercilessly and rudely.
Hui Zifeng smiled at the words, not taking them personally. In the past, he would have been incapable of this, but now, having experienced it so often, he'd gotten used to it. He was about to return to Shuixi's sister's ward and ask his mother's secretary to ensure confidentiality. Shuixi followed him, self-consciously performing the duties of a servant, opening doors for him, pressing the elevator button, and clearing the way for him.
To go to Fang Zhou's ward, you need to pass through Song Shiwen's ward first.
When they arrived, Wenjie was just leaving with two other young monks after saying goodbye to the patient's family. While still in the ward, he had been a professional, untainted monk chanting sutras. But as he walked out the door, turned around, and saw Shuixi, his eyes lit up, revealing a brilliance unbecoming of a monk.
Hui Zifeng and Shuixi stood together. Wen Jie didn't even try to hide his feelings. He sent his two junior brothers away in a very frivolous manner, and then pretended to greet Hui Zifeng politely.
Huizi responded politely, walked around him and continued walking forward to find his mother's secretary.
Shuixi was a little angry and troubled by Wenjie's behavior.
"How dare you come out and swindle people like this? You're getting more and more aggressive now."
Wen Jie observed his surroundings while pushing Shui Xi's shoulders towards the corner. When Wen Jie turned around, his eyes met Hui Zifeng's, so he pushed Shui Xi faster.
Shuixi was impatient at first, but also because he saw Hui Zifeng watching their movements, and didn't want him to speculate too much, so he followed Wenjie's wishes and retreated to the corner with Wenjie, pretending to be helpless because of the monk's threat.
"Can't you save him?" Wen Jie spoke in a scolding tone.
Shuixi was curious, how could he be so bold?
"Although I don't know how you did it, I guess, Shuixi, you were the one who caused the drowned little girl, right? The little girl isn't real, but you causing Song Shiwen to drown is real, right?"
Shuixi snorted, mocking Wenjie's attitude, "So what?"
"Do you really need to pay such a high price to fill up that lake?" Wen Jie, always walking with tigers, had almost forgotten how terrifying Shuixi was. Only after this incident did he remember that Shuixi wasn't human at all. "Besides, that wasn't your price to pay. That was paid by someone unrelated. Shuixi, you killed someone. I will go to the investigation team and explain the whole story."
Shuixi remained fearless, "Will anyone believe you?"
Evidence? If there's no evidence now, can't I find the evidence from fifteen years ago? Wen Jie pondered, if I did the same thing this time as I did fifteen years ago, would that be enough to prove Shuixi's guilt?
Shuixi sighed softly, his eyes calm and casual, like those of old friends reuniting. He placed a hand on Wenjie's shoulder, patting it gently. He lowered his eyes, then raised them again. Wenjie sensed in Shuixi's eyes a light, yet threatening power that ordinary people could hardly bear.
"Saving Song Shiwen is fine. The key issue right now is that there aren't any suitable human lungs available, not that doctors can't perform a lung transplant. So, are you willing to donate yours?" Shui Xi pursed her lips and gave a cold smile. "Do you want me to donate my lungs? But you know exactly what's inside my body. What do you think we should do? Your lungs, or someone else's? You choose, and I'll help you. In this case, you're the principal offender, and I'm the accomplice. We'll be tried together. Do you like that?"
Wen Jie was defeated and had to remain silent.
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