“We’re still waiting? It’s been almost twenty minutes already…”
“I’m starting to doubt whether this person even exists!”
“Bringing someone back from the dead—who would believe that?”
…
These murmurs stirred widespread dissatisfaction in the emergency room.
Even Ning Yuanshan, the director of Sucheng’s top hospital—Concord Hospital, also known as the King of Medicine in Su City—had failed to save the Old Dragon King. Many were already questioning why he wasn’t taken to Concord in the first place, instead of being brought to this hospital.
This caused immense pressure to fall on Xiao Yunrong.
Even the imperial doctors from the Capital’s Jinfang National Medical Center, assigned by the Dragon Guard Pavilion to protect the Old Dragon King, had declared there was no hope. The military had already made arrangements for a state funeral.
Yet Xiao Yunrong claimed she knew someone who could bring the dead back to life.
How could that not shock people?
“Miss, Mr. Ye has arrived!” a bodyguard rushed in to report.
At that moment, everyone turned around simultaneously, their eyes landing on Ye Yunshen.
“Hmm?”
Even Xiao Hechuan and the others stared blankly. Xiao Yunrong also froze momentarily.
Was this really Mr. Ye?
The last time they’d seen him, Ye Yunshen was dressed in a sharp suit with a trendy Korean hairstyle. Now, he wore casual clothing with a clean buzz cut, exuding masculine energy. Even his gaze had turned sharp.
He looked like a completely new man.
Xiao Yunrong was momentarily dazed.
“Mr. Ye… didn’t you go to sever ties?”
Seeing her again, a smile finally appeared on Ye Yunshen’s chiseled face. “Thanks to Miss Xiao, the severance was a success. From now on, I live only for myself.”
“I see.” Hearing that, Xiao Yunrong smiled too.
She didn’t know why, but seeing Ye Yunshen like this made her genuinely happy.
“You’re the so-called miracle doctor Miss Xiao believes can revive the Old Dragon King?” came a cold female voice.
It was icy as the dead of winter, causing a chill to sweep over everyone.
As the voice fell, a group of seated people stood up at once, their eyes fixed on Ye Yunshen.
Ye Yunshen looked toward them, visibly surprised.
These people weren’t like the special forces he had seen earlier. They were dressed uniformly in black trench coats, exuding an imposing aura, like immovable mountains.
Among them was a woman—the one who had just spoken.
She had a cold, elegant face devoid of emotion. Her shiny black leather outfit only made her look more aloof, like a character straight out of a comic book.
She was Long Li, the disciple of the Old Dragon King, and commander of Longxi—one of the seven elite special forces under the Old Dragon King’s command.
“How is that possible, Miss Long Li? The imperial physician I brought confirmed repeatedly that the shrapnel pierced his lungs. There’s no saving him!” another sarcastic voice sounded before Ye Yunshen could respond.
Xiao Hechuan sneered, “You can’t seriously believe this nonsense about resurrection, can you? Even with modern medicine, there’s no such thing! And if we delay the state funeral because of this kid, who will take responsibility?”
His words spoke for everyone, and many chimed in.
“I’ve been meaning to say this—maybe the young lady’s been scammed?”
“Definitely. She was desperate to save the Old Dragon King and fell for a con man.”
“The audacity he has to even show up! He clearly has no idea who he’s messing with!”
Some of the special ops personnel even cocked their guns.
The Old Dragon King was a totem in the hearts of every military man.
A legend. An eternal symbol of faith!
His passing was a national loss, and he deserved a state funeral.
Yet they had waited over ten minutes because of some con artist.
Even Long Li’s team members were growing colder by the second.
Xiao Yunrong began to panic.
She knew what she said sounded absurd. Resurrection had never once happened in the history of medicine.
But now, all her hope rested on Ye Yunshen.
After all, he had cured her. She was willing to believe in him one more time!
“Wait! How could I be reckless with Grandpa’s life? Mr. Ye really does have skill! He cured me!” she declared.
Whoosh—
The moment she said it, Long Li’s team’s expressions changed.
Xiao Hechuan looked visibly shocked.
Everyone present knew that the Old Dragon King’s granddaughter had been afflicted with cold poison and was not expected to survive the year.
But he cured her?
“Why not let Mr. Ye try? It won’t delay much time…” Xiao Yunrong continued to argue.
Long Li said nothing but stepped toward Ye Yunshen, eyeing him up and down.
The whole time, she played with a short dagger, spinning it into chilling patterns.
Finally, she withdrew her gaze and spoke bluntly, “Since Miss Xiao says you can wake the Old Dragon King, I’ll believe you this once. If you succeed, I’ll owe you a favor. If you fail—I’ll kill you.”
Whoosh!
As soon as she finished, Ye Yunshen felt a cold chill against his neck.
The spinning blade was now pressed to his throat, its icy edge biting into his skin.
“…” Ye Yunshen instinctively took a step back.
“Are you confident?” Xiao Yunrong asked, concern on her face.
“I’ll give it a try,” Ye Yunshen replied. “But I have one condition—I need complete silence.”
The others understood this as him asking to clear the room.
“You’re really getting ahead of yourself, kid. Do you even realize the consequences if you fail?” Xiao Hechuan stared at Ye Yunshen like he was already a dead man.
He was desecrating the Old Dragon King’s legacy!
There would be no forgiveness!
Xiao Yunrong did her best to meet Ye Yunshen’s condition. Not only did everyone evacuate the room—they even cleared out the entire floor.
“Miss, those three women who hurt Mr. Ye the most… they’re also on this floor,” a bodyguard quietly informed.
Whoosh!
Xiao Yunrong’s face instantly darkened. “Where are they? I’ll go myself!”
After learning what he had endured, her first reaction was pure rage.
Ye Yunshen had saved her life, while those three women treated him like a substitute—like a plaything. They’d be nice when it suited them, then discard him like garbage.
Did they really think being heiresses gave them the right to trample others?
If they liked stepping on dignity so much, it was time they got a taste of their own medicine!
At the door of Cheng Zewen’s hospital room, Xiao Yunrong was about to push the door open when she heard his voice inside, along with the flirtatious laughter of the three heiresses.
“Qingqiu, how about you kick Brother Shen out?”
Cheng Zewen’s voice was relaxed but probing. “He’s been donating blood for me this whole time—it’s been hard on him. Besides, I don’t want to share you with anyone. That just feels… wrong.”
He even added, “Of course, I don’t mean to say kick him out like a dog. I just mean… give him his freedom. Don’t make him donate anymore.”
He hadn’t learned his lesson and still wanted to chase Mr. Ye away?
Outside the door, Xiao Yunrong’s expression grew colder as she listened to Shen Qingqiu and the other two’s reaction.
“Okay… no… we’ll talk about it later!” they blurted out.
They almost agreed instinctively but suddenly stopped, a trace of shock and confusion on their faces.
It hit them—wasn’t keeping Shen Yunshen alive all these years just about having a substitute for Cheng Zewen?
Now that Cheng Zewen had returned, wasn’t Shen Yunshen redundant?
Yet why hadn’t they thought about letting him go?
It was a contradictory mindset. They didn’t want him around to disrupt them, but they also didn’t want him to leave.
“Probably still need him to give Awen blood…” they told themselves.
But their hearts were already in turmoil.
Cheng Zewen’s expression, however, darkened immediately.
A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes.
He had only been testing their attitude toward Shen Yunshen’s departure…
Yet they hesitated.
That only intensified his murderous thoughts.
Ye Yunshen must die.
Once they found another donor with the same blood type, he’d kill Ye Yunshen without hesitation.
BANG!
Just as he was about to speak again, the door was violently flung open.
A stunningly beautiful woman stepped in, her eyes icy as she stared him down.
“Cheng Zewen, right?” Xiao Yunrong asked coldly.
Cheng Zewen was stunned. “Yes, and you are…?”
Xiao Yunrong was so beautiful that all his focus shifted to her, eyes locked on her face.
Shen Qingqiu, Lin Ruoxi, and Xia Anran all stood up in hostility.
“Clear them out!” Xiao Yunrong ordered.
At her command, two bodyguards entered the room, ready to throw them out.