A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Time flew by, and it was already the third night.

In the past three days, Gu Feng tried almost every possible method, but He Qiaoqing still didn't wake up.

Strangely enough, although Old Man He locked him up, he didn't have him searched, and his cell phone was still there.

He was missing for three days straight, and not a single person called to check on him.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

Since no one cares about him, he has no choice but to take the initiative to care about others.

He first called Su Man'er, chatting idly and using sweet words to probe her intentions.

After a half-hour phone conversation, the result was obvious—Su Man'er had no idea that he was under house arrest.

To avoid worrying her, Gu Feng wisely kept quiet and only said nice things to make her laugh on the other end of the phone.

Then, he called Ding Hanhan.

Ding Hanhan simply said, "The He family has sent someone to give their regards. You can focus on treating patients; you don't need to worry about me for now."

He hung up immediately after saying that, without giving Gu Feng a chance to speak.

That cool demeanor chilled him to the bone.

Then, Gu Feng called Yan Xinyue.

Yan Xinyue was even more blunt. The moment she recognized him, she immediately snapped, "You don't need to say anything. Don't even mention asking for a few days off; even if you ask for a long leave, so long you never come back, I'll still approve it!"

Finally, Gu Feng wanted to make a phone call to Shi Yurou.

But I ran out of energy after dialing half the number.

Since Old Man He dared to imprison him, he must have already blocked all his escape routes.

Besides, even if I wanted to make a call, I couldn't—my phone was dead.

After being locked up for three days, while others weren't worried about him, he started to worry about himself.

Am I really going to be locked up here forever?

Gu Feng had lost count of how many times he had secretly asked himself this question.

Food and drinks were delivered to the He family on time three times a day.

Lasa, there's plenty of room in the room.

It wouldn't be accurate to say it was completely dark and hopeless.

The house faces the sun, and when the large French windows are opened, the room is as bright as if it were outdoors.

With no worries about food and clothing, and a "beauty" by your side, this is the kind of life most people would only dream of.

Gu Feng felt utterly helpless, as if he had no one to turn to for help.

It was already the third night.

Tomorrow morning is the final deadline given by Old Man He.

If we can't wake He Qiaoqing up, then we really shouldn't even think about leaving.

So that night, Gu Feng panicked.

Yes, he tried almost everything he could. But only almost; there was one last method, which he hadn't touched.

This is the method he least wants to use.

"He Qiaoqing?" Gu Feng walked to the bedside, called out hesitantly, then asked uncertainly, "If I remember correctly, that's your name, right?"

He Qiaoqing naturally didn't respond to him. If she could respond, would she still be considered a vegetable?

Gu Feng, not receiving a reply, took it as a tacit agreement.

He stretched out his hands, supporting her shoulders and gently lifting her upper body, his eyes fixed on her: "He Qiaoqing, I don't care if you can hear me or not. Now you better listen carefully—your immortal grandfather said that if I don't wake you up within three days, I'll have to stay here with you for the rest of my life!"

Gu Feng paused, his face darkening, his gaze hardening: "You heard me right, he did say the word 'make.' So now, you'd better be sensible and wake up right now. Otherwise... I'll really start making my move."

He Qiaoqing showed no reaction whatsoever, just like before.

"Fine, since you insist on refusing to listen to reason, then don't blame me." Gu Feng said, loosening his grip, and He Qiaoqing softly lay back down on the bed.

As soon as she lay down, Gu Feng got onto the bed, gently straddled her, and with a mixture of hesitation and ruthlessness, slowly reached for her collar.

Before each perpetrator acts, they like to mutter a few words.

Gu Feng was no exception: "He Qiaoqing, don't blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame your old, dead grandfather. If he hadn't pushed me so far, I wouldn't have cared about this."

After saying that, he trembled as he unbuttoned her nightgown.

One, two, three...

This garment has a lot of buttons.

By the time he finished explaining everything, Gu Feng was sweating profusely.

He took a deep breath and lifted his shirt to the sides.

He Qiaoqing's fair, snow-white upper body was almost completely exposed. Her skin was so white it seemed to glow, and one could even vaguely see the fine blue veins beneath.

Gu Feng was not someone who had never seen the world.

But even now, my hands are still shaking uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the other meaning in his eyes had faded.

Instead, there was an unusual and unprecedented solemnity.

"He Qiaoqing, that was interest. Now, it's time for me to invest my principal," he said in a low voice, then placed his hands on top of her.

But what happened next was completely different.

Before long, Gu Feng's forehead was covered in more and more sweat, and large beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks. His face also gradually turned pale.

Then, he started trembling all over.

A muffled groan escaped his throat, as if he were enduring immense pain.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, splattering onto the snow-white sheets in a shocking sight.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Feng's body went limp, and he collapsed onto He Qiaoqing.

It turns out he wasn't doing that at all.

He was using a near-self-destructive method to pour his inner strength into He Qiaoqing's body, hoping to reactivate her weakened vitality through this life-for-life exchange.

No wonder he just said he only received a little "interest".

Unfortunately, this "capital" was too heavy, and even he couldn't bear it.