I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

Do you know me?

Lying on the hospital bed, Meng Qinghe asked weakly in a low voice, his cloudy eyes scanning Xu Yuan as he searched for memories in his mind.

I tried to recall for a minute, but I still couldn't remember making a wish.

They forgot, or they lost their memory due to a car accident.

"Today marks our first official meeting."

I've heard your name mentioned by my father before.

Who is your father?

"Xu Yinheng".

Xu Yuan spoke his father's name respectfully, his bright eyes observing Meng Qinghe's eyes.

Upon hearing Xu Yinheng's name, his eyes darted away guiltily, and he murmured softly.

"Xu Yinheng?"

"So you are Brother Xu's son. I was closest to your father; we weren't blood brothers, but our relationship was even closer than that of blood brothers."

"Unfortunately, my brother had a hard life. He should have been enjoying a happy life, but he met with misfortune instead."

Getting excited, Meng Qinghe coughed lightly twice.

Seeing that he seemed quite capable, Xu Yuan didn't interrupt him and continued watching his performance.

"Fortunately, you're still here, so the Xu family isn't finished."

Brother Xu's spirit can now rest in peace.

"What a good child, he even knew to come and visit me."

"Mr. Meng, this is the miracle doctor I mentioned to you before."

He cured the youngest daughter of the Zhang family of her illness.

Hua Yicheng took the initiative to introduce himself to Meng Qinghe.

"I didn't expect you two to know each other. This is even better; there's hope for your recovery."

"Dr. Xu?"

Meng Qinghe wanted to reach out and pull Xu Yuan, but the pain made him put his hand back down halfway up.

"You're really good at medicine. Please save me for your father's sake."

With one hand behind his back and an expressionless face, Xu Yuan said, "If you want me to save you, sure."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qinghe's eyes flashed with undisguised excitement; he was saved.

He was fed up with the pain of lying in bed, unable to move anything except his eyes and mouth.

"You just said you were my father's good brother."

Brothers are those who would go to great lengths for each other when they encounter difficulties.

You, my brother, stab me in the back.

"Yes, we brothers... what?"

Meng Qinghe was speaking excitedly when he suddenly realized something was wrong, and the smile on his lips vanished instantly.

"What...what did you say?"

"I'm telling you, you're lying here because you brought this on yourself. To put it simply, you deserve it," Xu Yuan said with a smile, shocking everyone in the ward.

Hua Yicheng glanced around, looked at the people next to him, and checked if he had misheard.

Seeing the astonishment on the faces of those around him, he realized he hadn't misheard.

"What do you mean?" Meng Qinghe feigned ignorance.

"A dying man's words are good. Since you have asked sincerely, I will tell you."

Xu Yuan said calmly and without haste: "You've brought this upon yourself."

"You have committed many sins and are destined to be childless for life; this is your punishment."

"You show no remorse, but instead become even more reckless, deceiving your brothers, greedily altering the ancestral feng shui without authorization, shortening your lifespan, and causing the destruction of your family—all of this is your own doing."

"Nonsense...nonsense."

Meng Qinghe struggled to stand up and make a wish, but after several attempts he was out of breath and lay motionless on the bed.

"He's talking nonsense."

"I think this young man is wrong too."

The middle-aged man in the white shirt spoke in a low voice. He was an employee of Meng Qinghe's company and had come to visit President Meng.

"Mr. Meng has a son."

After his reminder, the others in the company also remembered that Meng Qinghe did indeed have a son.

They looked around, but did not see his own son.

Both parents are in the hospital, but their son hasn't come.

Just as they were wondering about this, the secretary, who knew the inside story, told them that President Meng's son was studying abroad.

"Looking at it this way, he was actually wrong."

"I'm not wrong."

Xu Yuan retorted, "He was destined to have no children. As for how his son came to be, you can figure that out yourselves."

Hua Yicheng was half-believing and half-doubting, but then he suddenly thought of something and subconsciously looked at Meng Qinghe's wife on the hospital bed next to him.

"What you mean, sir, is that he's not their biological son."

Realizing he had spoken too quickly, Hua Yicheng hurriedly covered his mouth and apologized repeatedly to Meng Qinghe.

"I was just talking nonsense, Mr. Meng, please don't take it to heart."

"Nonsense, nonsense."

Lying on the bed, Meng Qinghe was exerting all his strength, and his pale lips turned red due to the rush of blood to his head.

"You're not here to save me, you're here to kill me."

Throw him out! Throw him out!

"Don't get agitated."

Xu Yuan's gaze returned to Meng Qinghe: "Saving your life is a piece of cake for me."

"I'm a very generous person, don't think of me as petty."

You misled my father into changing the feng shui of our ancestral graves, causing the Xu family to gradually decline and eventually leading to the deaths of my parents.

"You're spouting nonsense."

"Don't get excited. You can get excited after I finish speaking."

"You sought out a so-called master and deliberately set up a feng shui arrangement, making your ancestral grave a head higher than the Xu family's ancestral grave, to absorb the Xu family's energy, hoping to use the Xu family's ancestral blessings to protect yourself. Unfortunately, you couldn't withstand it."

"Shut up, I don't understand what you're saying." Meng Qinghe's voice became clearer, and he was about to stand up.

"Really?"

People in the ward whispered among themselves, especially those from Meng Qinghe's company, all wondering whether what Xu Yuan said was true or false.

"Did President Meng really do these things?"

"Why are you listening to a child's nonsense?"

"Feng shui is all feudal superstition, you believe in it?"

Xu Yuan pretended not to hear their private chatter and stood smiling next to Meng Qinghe's swollen belly.

As the saying goes, the one who tied the knot must untie it.

"It's not impossible for you to recover."

If the master who previously arranged things for you is summoned, and he arrives, perhaps you still have hope of survival.

"You mean, Master Yan can save my life?"

Meng Qinghe's lips trembled uncontrollably; he would not give up as long as there was even a sliver of hope.

"I'll make the call right now."

The call was answered almost instantly. Upon hearing that someone was looking for Master Yan for business, the apprentice first quoted a high price, which Meng Qinghe agreed to without hesitation.

The master promised to arrive within an hour. Meng Qinghe hung up the phone and wished to hear that Master Yan would come. He reached out and touched Meng Qinghe on the hospital bed.

He had a smile on his face, which made Meng Qinghe extremely afraid.

"What exactly do you want?"

"To cure illness."

Hsu Yu responded with utmost seriousness, "Didn't you invite me here to treat my illness?"

"I need a medicinal catalyst to treat my illness, so I invited the master here so that you can recover faster."

Click...

what……

Xu Yuan suddenly exerted force, pressing his sword finger on an acupoint on Meng Qinghe's thigh through the bandage. Meng Qinghe screamed in pain, and his wail could be heard throughout the entire floor.

Do you have silver needles?

Xu Yuan tilted his head and asked Hua Yicheng, who immediately sent someone to fetch the silver needles.

Hua Yicheng handed over the wishing silver needle, lowering his voice worriedly to remind him.

"This is a hospital, you can't kill people here."

Xu Yuan looked at him innocently: "I came to save people, when did you say you were going to kill someone?"

"You're not..."

"Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding young man."

Besides, why should I bother with trash like him? It would only ruin my luck.

Hua Yicheng nodded with some skepticism.

Xu Yuan took out a silver needle and suddenly pried open Meng Qinghe's mouth. Before he could speak, she grabbed his tongue and pulled it out, the gold needle piercing his tongue.

Uh...

Meng Qinghe cried out in anguish.

Xu Yuan wiped the drool off her hands with a look of disgust: "It's okay, you've recovered."

Meng Qinghe moved his hands and feet in disbelief, and it seemed that he could really move them. It was amazing.

The other patients in the ward looked on incredulously.

Doctors crowded around and checked on Meng Qinghe's condition one by one, taking his pulse and using a stethoscope at the same time.

"It's really healed."

"A miracle doctor, truly a miracle doctor!" The hospital's renowned experts were astonished.

According to previous examination results, Meng Qinghe's various indicators were all normal, but he was still unable to move. They just couldn't find the cause of his illness, and they were all at a loss.

Unexpectedly, after Xu Yuan touched him a few times and inserted the silver needle into his tongue, he was immediately able to move.

"This is true repaying evil with good."

Inside the ward, Meng's subordinates, who had overheard the previous feud between Xu Yuan and Meng Qinghe, gave Xu Yuan a thumbs up for his noble character.

Xu Yuan smiled and said, "My purpose in saving him is very simple: to make him more lucid when he dies. There's no other reason."