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The phone went silent.

After a long while, Feng Qianqian's tense voice finally rang out: "You...what did you say? Who told you that?"

"That's not important," Lu Fan said. "What's important is that your son is sick and the hospital can't cure him."

"Did Yu Tinglan tell you?" Feng Qianqian's voice was shrill. "That woman really knows how to use things! Is she trying to threaten me with this?"

"It has nothing to do with Yu Tinglan," Lu Fan said calmly. "The point is, I can cure your son."

Judging from Feng Qianqian's intense emotions, Lu Fan could conclude that Xiao Li was right; Feng Qianqian valued her son very much.

"You can cure my son?!" Feng Qianqian exclaimed in disbelief. "Lu Fan, you're using my son as a bargaining chip? Too bad, you don't have the ability."

Lu Fan remained calm and continued slowly, "Your son's symptoms started three months ago. First, he lost his appetite, became listless, and cried at night. Later, he would suddenly become frantic, displaying great strength, and then become very weak. For the past month, he hasn't been able to eat anything and has been relying on IV fluids. Western medicine can't find the cause, and traditional Chinese medicine says it's due to pathogenic factors entering the body, but the medicine isn't working. Is that right?"

The person on the other end of the phone was breathing heavily: "You've done a thorough investigation!"

"Sister Feng," Lu Fan paused, "adults shouldn't put all their eggs in one basket. What if I can cure it?"

These words struck a chord with Feng Qianqian.

"Lu Fan, I'm giving you one chance," Feng Qianqian said in a deep voice. "City Children's Hospital, 7th floor, room 709. Come alone, and don't tell anyone!"

Lu Fan sneered: "You're wrong. I'm giving you a chance."

"Okay." Feng Qianqian swallowed her anger. "You're giving me a chance."

"Wait for me!" Lu Fan hung up the phone, wrapped himself up tightly, and rushed to the children's hospital.

Half an hour later, Lu Fan arrived at ward 709 of the hospital.

Feng Qianqian opened the door, pulled him inside, and locked it. She looked haggard, with red and swollen eyes.

Looking at Feng Qianqian's face, Lu Fan noticed that she had experienced a romantic entanglement five years ago. It seemed that this child was a remnant of that entanglement.

The curtains in the ward were drawn. A four-year-old boy lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and thin, and an IV drip in his hand.

"My son, Xiao Zhe," Feng Qianqian choked up, "has been in a coma for a week."

Lu Fan walked to the bedside to observe.

The child's forehead had a thick black aura, within which a red line was wriggling.

"He's not sick," Lu Fan said.

"Not an illness? Then what is it?"

"The child has been subjected to a 'Surging Vital Energy' curse, which drains their vital energy and introduces malevolent energy. That's why the hospital can't detect it. The person who cast the spell is quite powerful."

Feng Qianqian looked at her son's gaunt face with a pained expression.

"You don't seem surprised." Lu Fan looked at Feng Qianqian's expression and suddenly realized, "In the world of metaphysics, there are many people who can see through this kind of evil magic, but very few who can dispel it."

Feng Qianqian remained silent, offering no rebuttal to Lu Fan's words.

Lu Fan continued, "You know who did it, don't you? By controlling your son, they control you. They make you do whatever they want, and you have no choice but to do it."

Feng Qianqian's face turned pale. She gritted her teeth and turned to stare at Lu Fan: "Enough nonsense, Lu Fan. If you can cure Xiao Zhe, I'll do anything you ask."

Lu Fan didn't speak, but took out the talisman he had prepared and placed it on Xiao Zhe's chest.

Then, he took out a brush and drew a red rune on Xiao Zhe's forehead.

A few seconds later, Xiao Zhe's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes: "Mom..."

Overjoyed, Feng Qianqian rushed to the bedside, grasped her son's hand tightly, and burst into tears: "Xiao Zhe! You're awake!"

Xiao Zhe blinked weakly, "Mommy, don't cry... Xiao Zhe isn't sad anymore..."

Feng Qianqian turned around to kneel down and thank Lu Fan, but Lu Fan stopped her.

"It's just a temporary suppression to clear his head and restore some of his energy. The root cause hasn't been addressed, so it will relapse."

Feng Qianqian nodded vigorously, glanced at the sky outside, and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I know a restaurant that has good food; let's go have lunch first."

"Okay." Lu Fan was indeed hungry.

Feng Qianqian turned around, lovingly stroked her son's head, kissed him, then carefully instructed the caregiver before leaving.

Private dining room.

"I ordered the dishes from the restaurant's menu, I hope they suit your taste." Feng Qianqian raised her wine glass. "You've been with me for over a year, you know how I've treated you. I genuinely wanted to help you succeed. This time... I'm sorry."

"I understand." Lu Fan raised his eyes. "So let's talk a deal. I'll help your son completely break free from the evil spell, and you'll testify against Xing Yue for me."

Without hesitation, Feng Qianqian said, "I'll agree to anything as long as it saves my son!"

Seeing Feng Qianqian's eagerness, Lu Fan smiled knowingly: "I'll tell you the specifics."

Feng Qianqian nodded slightly. She stood up and walked to Lu Fan's side, leaning over and placing her hand on the back of his chair. Lu Fan could see the cleavage beneath her neckline.

To be honest, Feng Qianqian is good-looking and very filial; she takes good care of her grandmother.

She brushed Lu Fan's hand across the back, her fingertips trembling slightly: "Little Fan, I never imagined you knew mystical arts. You've kept it from me all these years."

She moved closer and closer, her breath brushing against Lu Fan's ear: "You're still young, good-looking, and capable. It's too hard to be alone in the entertainment industry. Let me help you from now on; I'll stand by you in everything. I'll give you all my resources and connections."

I can give you anything you want. I'm a few years older than you, but I know how to take care of people, and I know... how to make a man happy.

She stroked Lu Fan's shoulder and touched his neck. Her eyes were hazy, and her red lips were slightly parted.

Lu Fan put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin. Then he raised his hand and gently took her wrist.

Feng Qianqian blushed and sat on Lu Fan's lap, wrapping her other arm around his neck.

Lu Fan, sensing Feng Qianqian's filial piety, chuckled and said, "Sister Feng, do you know what I want? Xingyue can't be unaware that Yu Tinglan and I are in contact. What are Xingyue's plans?"

"You slippery little thing." Feng Qianqian leaned forward, resting her head on Lu Fan's shoulder, and whispered in Lu Fan's ear, "Xingyue expects you to take the initiative to terminate the contract, but Xingyue will not give you a chance to make a comeback. They are preparing to broadcast the process of negotiating the termination of the contract with you live. This time, they will splash more dirty water on you and completely crush you."

Lu Fan tightened his grip: "You really have no bottom line."

"Ouch, that hurts!" Feng Qianqian cried out softly. "You're so rough with your hands, you don't know how to be gentle with a woman at all."

Lu Fan then noticed Fang Qianqian's hand and quickly let go.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Qianqian nimbly moved and straddled Lu Fan. She wrapped her arms around Lu Fan's neck, leaned closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Xiao Fan, this restaurant is very secluded and safe. No matter what you do, no one will find out."

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