Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Ready to prepare for the end

At that moment, his heart violently stirred together, the pain making his breathing uncomfortable.

Xiao Qingfeng was the nickname Lady Yu lovingly called him.

Only he and Lady Yu knew about it.

He was gasping for air, his chest heaving violently. Lady Yu, Lady Yu, was she waiting for him on Yellow Spring Road?

He stared fiercely at Gu Kun, unable even to speak.

But Gu Kun still kept his head lowered, seemingly oblivious to Gu Qingfeng’s agitation.

He continued, “…My mother said the person she hated the most was you, for if not for you, how could she possibly have been taken by those bandits to the mountains and tormented, and I forgot to tell you, she later gave birth to a younger brother, but who knows which one of those bandits was his father…”

Gu Qingfeng’s complexion instantly turned a ghastly pale, his heart felt as if pierced by tens of thousands of steel needles, and it seemed he could only exhale without inhaling anymore.

Gu Kun still continued, his head lowered.

“That younger brother died when he was four…”

“My mother said that if you were still alive, it would mean heaven is blind, and you should have been struck dead by lightning…”

Gu Qingfeng’s mind had become a blank slate.

Those bandits, the violation, the childbirth, the unknown father…

And those constantly echoing words Xiao Qingfeng in his ears, tormented his heart, squeezing it in agony.

It’s fake, it’s fake, nothing could’ve happened to Lady Yu…

With a loud cry, his eyes filled with rage, he lunged at Gu Kun, but in the next moment, his vision darkened, and he collapsed onto the floor beside the bed.

Frightened, Gu Kun quickly extended his hand to support the Old Patriarch, only to realize he seemed to have stopped breathing.

Gu Kun fell seated to the ground, his face drastically changing color, then suddenly yelled toward the door, “Gu Cheng, come in quickly!”

Afterward, his eyes rolled back, and he too fainted.

Gu Cheng, hearing the noise, rushed in and then roared, “Doctor, doctor…”

Chaos erupted instantly.

Gu Qingfeng was rushed to the emergency room, and Gu Kun was taken to another resuscitation room.

Uncle Gu, who had just found a research institution abroad that could do the identification, upon returning to his friend’s residence, received a call from the Imperial Capital.

This time, it seemed that the Old Patriarch truly wasn’t doing well.

Uncle Gu’s face turned pale with fear. After instructing his subordinates who had accompanied him, he hurriedly rushed to the airport.

Sitting on the plane, Uncle Gu’s brow was furrowed tightly.

His complexion was gloomy as still water.

Everything was heading in a good direction before he left, so why had it turned to the emergency room again just a few days after his departure?

His son, Gu Lei, said that this time, he had been unconscious for ten hours already.

It was likely more bad news than good.

Was this an accident or man-made?

Uncle Gu bit his teeth tightly, wishing he could instantly grow wings and fly to the Old Patriarch’s side.

Meanwhile, at that time, it was early morning in the Imperial Capital; Luo Zhenyu, accompanied by Luo Fan, arrived at the hospital.

Gu Cheng had called, saying that perhaps the Old Patriarch really couldn’t make it this time.

After all, they were old acquaintances from the past; it was only right to see him off.

Outside the emergency room door, Gu Cheng and Zhang Yi, along with a group of people, were anxiously waiting.

In Luo Zhenyu’s palm, however, was clenched a nucleus carving.

It was the one Gu Qiaoqiao had carved, of the light boat having already crossed the myriad mountains.

This nucleus carving, only he knew its secret.

He stood outside the door, supported by his grandson.

Several minutes later, the doctor came out.

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Notify Gu Cheng that the patient is now in a deep coma, close to brain death.

The family should be prepared at any time.

In other words, you can prepare for the worst.

Gu Cheng, seemingly in disbelief, knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly with eyes bloodshot.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Zhenyu said to Gu Cheng, “May I see your father?”

Gu Cheng naturally nodded.

Luo Zhenyu pushed the door open and saw Gu Qingfeng on the operating table, his complexion ashen and his breath thread-thin.

As a nephew to Gu Qingfeng, Luo Zhenyu naturally felt distressed, but he also knew that even if the Old Patriarch passed away, he had lived a long life.

The next moment, Luo Zhenyu made a decision, also to repay a debt of gratitude from the past.

He gave his grandson a look, and Luo Fan cleverly went to the door while Luo Zhenyu pried open the hand that Gu Qingfeng was clenching and placed the nucleus carving in his palm.

Then he whispered, “Uncle Gu, for better or worse, we leave it to fate.”

Luo Fan brought a chair for Luo Zhenyu and, with earnest words, said to Gu Cheng outside the emergency room, “My grandfather wishes to accompany the Old Patriarch a while longer, please allow us this…”

Gu Cheng’s eyes flickered, remembering the friendship between Luo Zhenyu’s father and the Old Patriarch, and looking at the young man’s misty eyes in front of him, he wiped away a tear and choked out, “Alright.”

That sitting lasted three hours.

In the unseen air, a warm stream that seemed to carry the breath of natural life, the Spiritual Energy, quietly spread from Gu Qingfeng’s palm to his body.

Slowly pulling Gu Qingfeng out of the dark abyss of despair filled with pain and unwillingness to die.

An exhausted Luo Zhenyu saw that Gu Qingfeng’s complexion was visibly better than before, as was the faint rise and fall of his chest.

He took out the nucleus carving from his palm.

And placed it in his own pocket.

This nucleus carving could be shown to the world, but not on this occasion, at this time.

He could not let others discover Qiaoqiao’s secret.

When Uncle Gu returned, he would personally hand the nucleus carving to Uncle Gu and then place it on the Old Patriarch.

At least it might allow the Old Patriarch to live on, but as for everything else, one can only do their best and leave the rest to fate.

After all, the old man was over eighty years old.

Even he had passed the age of knowing destiny.

And in doing these things, he trusted only Uncle Gu.

He whispered a few words to Luo Fan, who nodded and hurried out, saying to the doctor next door, “I feel like the Old Patriarch might be showing some improvement; please come in and check…”

The doctors weren’t surprised.

They were accustomed to these life-and-death situations and had snatched countless lives from the jaws of death.

They also witnessed the passing of countless lives.

Therefore, the chief physician, along with the other doctors, began to check methodically.

Then they found that the patient seemed to have improved a great deal.

Although still in a deep coma, the vital signs were substantially more apparent.

Thus, they resumed monitoring.

Outside, Zhang Yi also quietly wiped away tears.

But he suddenly caught Gu Cheng’s dark glance, brief but captured by the sharply observant Zhang Yi in a flash.

His heart skipped a beat in fright.

So, Zhang Yi made up his mind, even if the old man woke up and blamed him, he would still proceed.

He earnestly said to Gu Cheng, “I’ll leave Yubao Square in the hands of the second young master for these few days; I want to stay with the Old Patriarch…”

Gu Cheng seemed deeply moved, nodding again and again yet expressing concern, “The child is still young, are you sure?”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry… The second young master is very capable,” Zhang Yi said with a hoarse voice.

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