Chapter 19: Sworn Brothers!

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“The patient’s heartbeat just sped up!”

Suddenly, the nurse shouted in alarm.

“Hurry! Go get Dr. Wu!” Director Zhao anxiously sent someone to fetch him, then reassured Ling Qiu, “Mr. Ling, don’t worry. Dr. Wu is the most brilliant physician in our hospital, with the highest academic credentials. With him here, no matter how difficult the situation, there’s always a solution!”

Ling Qiu paid him no mind and walked straight to the bedside.

Shen Meng’s mother’s face had taken on a bluish hue, darkness clouded her brow, and a faint, nearly imperceptible ghostly mark was etched between her nose and lips.

This wandering spirit was not especially powerful, but the problem was its long attachment. The years of haunting had sapped Shen Meng’s mother, leaving her body weaker and her fortunes ever declining.

“Choose your end—be devoured by me, or be scattered into oblivion,” Ling Qiu sent this message to the ghost with his spiritual sense.

“Hm? You... you’re able to communicate with me?!” The ghost faltered for a moment, then fixed Ling Qiu with a chilling, mirthless grin.

“You did not answer my question,” Ling Qiu replied coolly.

With that, he gently turned the King of Hades’ Ring on his finger. Instantly, a powerful suction swept the ghost up, twisting it into a writhing mass.

“Aaah!—” The ghost let out a wretched scream. “Who are you?! What have you done to me… aaah…”

But a petty ghost of this level required little effort from Ling Qiu. Within a mere few blinks, the black, sinister aura was wholly drawn into the ring, its energy instantly coursing through Ling Qiu himself.

Ling Qiu could sense just how much harm this spirit had wrought on Shen Meng’s mother. For such a minor ghost, it had gathered a surprising amount of yang energy.

He softly placed his hand on Shen Meng’s mother’s abdomen.

Those around stared in astonishment.

What was he doing?

“Here I am, here I am. Why the rush? I was in the middle of a good nap!” At that moment, a yawning physician strolled in, tossing the diagnostic report aside. “I’ve seen the report. Internal bleeding is pressing on the brain’s nerves. Not a problem—craniotomy, I’ll operate myself, and the patient has a ten percent chance of recovery.”

Everyone was overjoyed at this.

Director Zhao said to Ling Qiu, “Did you hear, Mr. Ling? Dr. Wu says there’s a ten percent chance of recovery. In any other hospital, they wouldn’t even dare attempt the surgery, let alone offer hope!”

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“Step aside, let me examine the patient’s current condition.”

Dr. Wu yawned his way over. Seeing Ling Qiu unmoving, he said impatiently, “Get up. Don’t delay my treatment. If the patient’s condition is worsened by your interference, I won’t be held responsible.”

Ling Qiu didn’t even turn his head. “Get lost.”

What??

Everyone was stunned.

Director Zhao hurriedly intervened, “Mr. Ling… this is Dr. Wu, the youngest physician here with two elite medical doctorates from overseas. He’s also a descendant of our nation’s renowned Wu family of traditional medicine. Known as ‘Divine Doctor Wu,’ he has solved countless critical and perplexing cases…”

Before Director Zhao could finish, Ling Qiu repeated, “I said, get lost.”

Dr. Wu’s brows knitted. “What’s wrong with you, family member?—There are enough relatives lining up for my help from the Third Hospital to the Eighth, and you tell me to get lost? Well, fine. Director Zhao mentioned you just donated two million—you’re a great philanthropist. I won’t hold it against you. If you want to let the patient die, have it your way. Goodbye.”

With that, Dr. Wu yawned, clasped his hands behind his back, and sauntered out.

Director Zhao quickly tried to stop him. “Dr. Wu, don’t go! If you leave, we can’t do anything for the patient’s family. This Mr. Ling—”

“Enough, enough, say no more.” Wu Suowei waved his hand. “I’d like to help, but they won’t let me. Director Zhao, let me be clear: the diagnosis speaks for itself. Intracranial bleeding, nerve compression—a craniotomy now can still save her. But delay any longer, and it won’t just be brain damage at stake. This could cost a life… You’ll see, in her current state, the patient will die in her coma, without even a final word…”

“…Where… where am I…”

Suddenly, a weak voice mumbled from the bed.

Wu Suowei replied reflexively, “You’re in the hospital, where else—wait, what in the world!”

His face changed dramatically, jaw nearly dropping. He pointed a trembling finger at the bed, stammering, “I—I—you—you—how did—the patient—how…”

At that moment, the others turned to look—and all were thunderstruck.

Right before their eyes…

Shen Meng’s mother…

Had woken up. Not only that—she was instinctively sitting up, looking around in bewilderment.

“Mom?!”

Shen Meng, who had been too frightened to speak, rushed to her mother’s side, grabbing her hand. “Mom… you’re finally awake… sob…”

Tears streamed down her face as she wept with relief.

Ling Qiu withdrew his energy, lifting his hand from Shen Meng’s mother’s abdomen.

He had already infused her body with fresh vitality, clearing all traces of ghostly energy from her brain.

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In truth, it was not blood compressing her brain, but nothing more than the chilling aura of a malignant spirit.

“Shen Meng, your mother still needs rehabilitation. You’re her pillar of strength—no more tears, understood?”

“Yes!” Shen Meng nodded resolutely, wiping her tears.

Her mother asked blankly, “Child… who is…”

Shen Meng wiped her face. “Mom… this is my classmate, Ling Qiu.”

“You… you’re Ling Qiu?” At these words, her mother grew excited, struggling to get out of bed.

Ling Qiu quickly stopped her. “Ma’am, your body is still weak; you’d best rest for now. Don’t exert yourself.”

“Child… so you’re Ling Qiu… When I had my accident, you lent money to Shen Meng, didn’t you… Thank you, child… Thank you… When I’m stronger, I’ll take on extra work to repay you soon…”

Before she could finish, Ling Qiu shook his head. “Ma’am, as I’ve said, you do not owe me anything. There’s no need to repay that money.”

At that moment, Wu Suowei—still reeling from shock—quickly guessed at Ling Qiu’s connection to Shen Meng. Mind spinning, he stepped forward and spoke, “Ma’am, not only that—Mr. Ling donated two million to the hospital, all to secure the best possible care for you. In fact—”

“Who gave you permission to speak?” Ling Qiu turned, his tone icy.

Wu Suowei blinked. “Mr. Ling, I was only trying to say a word—how can you be so crude?”

Ling Qiu: …?

Calling you out for interrupting is crude?

“Child… is what the doctor says true?” Shen Meng’s mother was dumbfounded. So much money…

Ling Qiu hurriedly waved it off. “Don’t listen to him, Ma’am. For now, please rest. I have matters to attend to.”

With that, he grabbed Wu Suowei by the collar, lifting him like a chick, and marched him out of the ward.