Zuo Yang ordered his subordinates to untie the ropes binding Feng Lin’s hands and feet.
The subordinate first glanced at Mo Qingyan, only proceeding after receiving a nod from his master.
Zuo Yang stepped forward and took the boy’s grimy hand without a trace of disdain in his eyes.
The wooden boy let Zuo Yang lead him, as if he had forgotten how to think.
“Come, check our CEO’s pulse.”
As he spoke, Zuo Yang placed the boy’s hand on Mo Qingyan’s already outstretched palm.
The contrast was striking.
The boy’s hand was dirty, calloused, covered in fresh blisters and new wounds.
While the man’s hand before him was slender and elegant, with neatly trimmed nails, his pale wrist adorned with an obviously expensive watch.
Feng Lin grew uneasy, wiping his hand vigorously on his clothes.
But he suddenly realized his clothes were even more tattered and filthy than his hands, making the gesture pointless, even laughable.
At that moment, the candy in his mouth no longer tasted sweet, turning bitter instead.
Seeing the boy’s discomfort, Mo Qingyan extended his hand further. “Don’t mind superficial things. Go ahead.”
Feng Lin looked at the man, seeing genuine acceptance in his eyes, and let go of his concerns.
He began checking Mo Qingyan’s pulse with professional precision.
After a moment, Feng Lin withdrew his hand.
“It’s indeed the Feng family’s poison. Your legs must have lost mobility, and your sense of smell is gradually fading, correct?”
Hearing this, Zuo Yang’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! You got everything right! So you can cure him?”
Feng Lin nodded with certainty. “I can.”
“Wow! That’s great, Mo Qingyan!” Zuo Yang happily grabbed Mo Qingyan’s hand. “You’re going to get better!”
“…Mm.” Mo Qingyan responded hoarsely.
He looked down at his paralyzed legs.
Years of seeking treatment had proven futile, forcing him to accept the cruel reality of his condition.
If his legs had been fine that night, would that young girl have died saving him?
So… he could walk again?
“My legs… will recover?” Mo Qingyan confirmed with the boy.
The boy nodded again, his dark eyes shining with confidence. “You’ve been poisoned for a while, but not too long. Though it will take time and the process may be painful, if you follow my instructions, your legs and entire body will fully recover.”
As the sole heir of his generation in the Feng family, great expectations had been placed on him since childhood.
Naturally gifted, he mastered everything quickly, earning praise as a prodigy from elders.
Moreover, the poison affecting this man originated from the Feng family—it posed no challenge to him.
“You’re amazing, little one!” Zuo Yang ruffled the boy’s hair with a smile.
Remembering his own messy, bird’s-nest-like hair and disheveled appearance, the boy initially thought to dodge but changed his mind.
Since the shorty didn’t mind, why should he avoid it?
Just then, Yu Ning returned with his subordinates.
Several men carefully carried a simple stretcher.
On it lay an emaciated elderly man with graying hair, burned down to skin and bones.
“CEO, Miss, this elder has a high fever. He’s delirious and nearly lost consciousness.”
Fortunately, he had brought along a doctor who administered some medicine earlier; otherwise, she might not have held on until they left this place.
“Grandma!”
Feng Lin rushed to the elderly woman’s side.
The Feng family was skilled in the Gu Poison Technique, and naturally, they were also well-versed in medicine.
But no matter how capable they were, in such a harsh environment with nothing available, their efforts fell short.
They drank polluted water and had even resorted to eating dirt. When someone fell ill, they could only rely on their own resilience. If they couldn’t pull through, death was the only outcome.
Such occurrences were all too common in the slums.
“Don’t worry, child. The doctor has already given your grandmother a special medicine. Once we leave here, she will receive the best treatment,” Yu Ning quickly reassured.
The frantic young man before them bore no resemblance to the fierce wolf cub he had been earlier.
All Yu Ning saw was a pitiful, helpless child.
Hearing this, Feng Lin immediately checked his grandmother’s pulse.
Though faint, her condition had indeed stabilized significantly.
At that moment, the boy’s hardened heart seemed to crumble bit by bit.
His grandmother, whom he relied on for survival, was his only weakness…
Especially when he noticed the shorty silently placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, the boy’s eyes welled up with tears again:
“Thank you for saving my grandmother. I’ll go with you. I promise I will cure that gentleman—I will definitely do it…”
Little did the boy know that, not long after, his weakness would no longer be limited to his grandmother.
He would encounter the world’s most compassionate deity, and there would be more people who loved him, supported him, and cherished him…
The private jet slowly ascended, stirring up clouds of dust.
No one spared a second glance at the slums.
A place filled with nothing but suffering was not worth any nostalgia.
Upon returning to Bei Cheng,
Feng Lin’s grandmother was admitted to the private hospital exclusively reserved for Mo Qingyan.
Not only did it boast the most authoritative medical team, but its facilities were undoubtedly among the most advanced in the world.
As for the environment, its luxury was simply astounding.
“Don’t worry, Mo Zong. The elderly lady’s condition has stabilized,” the lead doctor said respectfully.
Mo Qingyan nodded.
Throughout it all, Feng Lin remained by his grandmother’s side.
“Feng Lin, your grandmother is fine now. It’s your turn next,” Zuo Yang’s voice was soft and gentle. “Go take a bath, change into clean clothes, and then get a full check-up, okay? I’ll stay here with your grandmother and keep watch for you. I promise it’ll be fine!”
Watching the shorty pat her chest as she made her promise, Feng Lin pressed his lips together.
At this point, he was certain these people meant no harm to him or his grandmother.
The boy checked his grandmother’s pulse once more, confirming the doctor’s assessment, and nodded in agreement.
Yu Ning then led him out of the room.
In the hospital room, only Mo Qingyan and Zuo Yang remained.
The girl cupped her face in her hands, beaming like a flower, and whispered, “That’s wonderful, Mo Qingyan. Everything is going smoothly, and it’s all moving in the right direction. Ah, I should contact Mom, or she’ll worry.”
As she spoke, Zuo Yang reached for her phone, only to find her pockets empty.
Right—she had returned empty-handed.
Mo Qingyan handed her his phone. “Use mine for now.”
He thought to himself: The child is back. It’s time to prepare everything she needs.
“Mm!”
Zuo Yang took it and noticed the man had thoughtfully already pulled up Zuo Ying’s dial screen.
“I’ll step outside to make the call then, mustn’t disturb the elderly.”
Mo Qingyan’s lips curved slightly as he responded, “Alright.”
Zuo Yang went outside the hospital room to call Zuo Ying, but soon enough, the young girl came rushing back into the ward with an anxious expression.
“Mo Qingyan, Mo Qingyan! The elderly woman, she… she’s going to die! I just remembered!”