Dongfang Wantang remained expressionless and walked straight to the stairs: "I'm going back to my room first. You guys continue."
"Wait!" Liu Mengran jogged over and grabbed her. "Didn't we agree to go shopping together tonight?" She turned back and glared at Han Feng reproachfully. "It's all your fault, I almost forgot about our important business."
Han Feng shrugged innocently: "It's only 8 o'clock, the mall is still open."
Su Wanwan jumped up from the sofa, rushed upstairs, and grabbed Dongfang Wantang's other hand: "Come on, come on! I know a mall that just got tons of new clothes!" She stuck her tongue out at Han Feng, "Some people shouldn't come along as third wheels~"
Caught between two girls, Dongfang Wantang's usually composed face showed a rare hint of panic: "I... I think I'll pass. I still need to prepare for my trip to the Nangong family."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow, there's still time, no rush!" Su Wanwan was already dragging her upstairs, "Change your clothes first! I know you have a really nice casual outfit!"
Liu Mengran followed him upstairs, lightly patting Han Feng as she passed him: "There are leftovers in the kitchen, heat them up yourself." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Or... could you consider eating at your aunt and uncle's?"
At this moment, in the main hall of the Nangong family, a bronze incense burner suddenly shattered with a "bang," scattering incense ash like snowflakes. Several servants standing nearby buckled at the knees and knelt down.
"Have you found the message?"
Nangong Wentian's voice wasn't loud, but it caused the temperature in the entire hall to rise suddenly. He sat in the armchair, repeatedly tapping the armrest, and each tap sent a visible wave of heat spreading outwards.
The subordinate kneeling at the front, his forehead pressed to the ground, his back completely soaked in sweat, said, "Master, the sanatorium's surveillance cameras... the cameras have been tampered with; all the footage from the time of the incident has been deleted..."
"Oh?" Nangong Wentian slowly stood up, his black robe embroidered with flame patterns fluttering even without wind. "Someone can actually come and go freely on my Nangong family's territory?"
As he stood up, the mahogany pillars at the four corners of the hall suddenly crackled and popped, fine cracks appearing on their surfaces. A scorching atmosphere filled the air, as if the entire space would burst into flames at any moment.
The subordinate trembled like a leaf: "I've already sent people to check all the surveillance footage on the surrounding roads, and... and..."
"Useless!" Nangong Wentian snorted coldly, and the subordinate was immediately struck as if by lightning. He flew out and crashed heavily into the wall before sliding down.
No one dared to breathe loudly; the only sound in the hall was the whooshing of flames, as the heat wave caused by Nangong Wentian's boiling innate true essence swept through the entire hall.
"Is Ao'er awake yet?" Nangong Wentian strode towards the door, leaving lava-like footprints on the bluestone floor in his wake.
The subordinate, who had just gotten up from the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, managed to answer, "The...the doctor said the young master should wake up soon..."
Nangong Wentian continued walking without stopping: "Prepare the car, let's go to the sanatorium."
Once his figure disappeared through the gate, everyone collapsed in relief. The first subordinate to be hit struggled to pull out his phone: "Quick...quickly notify the sanatorium; the patriarch is going there personally!"
A short while later, a limousine drove out of the Nangong family's gate. Inside, Nangong Wentian was resting with his eyes closed, toying with two crimson jade balls in his hands. When the jade balls collided with each other, they occasionally sparked real fire.
"No matter who it is..." Nangong Wentian suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly brimming with magma, "Anyone who dares to touch my grandson, Nangong Wentian, should be prepared to be burned to ashes."
The sanatorium's special care ward area was shrouded in deathly silence. The medical staff in the corridors had long been cleared out, leaving only the Nangong family's guards standing like statues at each entrance.
The extended sedan slowly drove into the designated lane. Before the door was even fully open, a wave of heat swept out, distorting the surrounding air due to the high temperature. Nangong Wentian stepped out of the car, and the moment his leather shoes touched the ground, a wisp of white smoke hissed up from the asphalt.
"Master." The two guards knelt on one knee, their foreheads pressed against the backs of their hands.
Nangong Wentian didn't even glance at them, striding towards the elevator. The metal doors opened automatically in front of him, as if pulled by an invisible force. The thermometer inside the elevator swung wildly to the right, finally shattering with a "crack."
Outside the VIP ward at the far end of the third floor, four core members of the Nangong family stood solemnly awaiting. Upon seeing their patriarch appear, they all knelt down in unison, one of them crawling forward: "Patriarch, the young master is inside..."
Nangong Wentian looked into the ward through the observation window. Nangong Ao lay on the hospital bed, his limbs in casts, his face as pale as paper. This once arrogant and domineering young man now looked as fragile as a child.
A violent aura erupted from Nangong Wentian's body, causing the fire sprinkler heads in the corridor to shatter with a "crack," and dust to fall from the ceiling.
"Patriarch Nangong..."
A middle-aged doctor in a white coat approached cautiously, but dared not go any further than three meters away—the air there was already scorching hot.
"Young Master's condition has stabilized." The doctor's voice trembled. "The other party...the other party didn't try to kill him, mainly causing superficial wounds and fractures. He was unconscious due to extreme shock, and should wake up soon..."
The lava-like color in Nangong Wentian's eyes dimmed slightly. For ancient martial arts families, severed limbs can regenerate, but damage to the meridians is permanent. If the other party truly intended to cripple Nangong Ao, the doctor would never have this expression.
\"roll.\"
The doctor, as if granted a reprieve, staggered back. Nangong Wentian pushed open the ward door, the metal handle melting and dripping from his palm. He walked to the bedside, gazing at his grandson's pale face, his violent aura gradually subsiding.
Three fingers rested on Nangong Ao's wrist, and Nangong Wentian closed his eyes and concentrated. A wisp of pure innate true essence flowed into his grandson's body, traveling along the eight extraordinary meridians to investigate. This was his unique "Flame Meridian Spirit Probing Technique," which could both examine injuries and use true essence to nourish damaged meridians.
Suddenly, all the monitoring equipment in the ward malfunctioned, and various instruments emitted piercing alarms. Nangong Wentian's true energy was too domineering; even when he deliberately restrained it, the dissipated energy was enough to interfere with sophisticated electronic equipment.
Time passed second by second. Nangong Wentian's brows gradually relaxed—his meridians were intact, his dantian was unharmed, only a few acupoints were slightly blocked, probably due to the disordered qi after being frightened.
Nangong Wentian withdrew his energy slightly, at which point Nangong Ao on the sickbed stirred slightly.
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