With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

"Good, good!" Emperor Nanqi looked at the three children and grew increasingly fond of them.

"You are truly my good grandsons. Look at your little faces, how handsome you are! You are indeed my bloodline. When you grow up, you will surely be better than your good-for-nothing father. I will entrust Nan Qinan to you from now on. Even if I die, I will have the face to meet my ancestors!"

"Father, how can you insult your own son like that?" Bei Chenyan muttered under his breath.

He must be exceptional enough to have such an exceptional child!

"How dare you say that!" The Emperor of Southern Qi glared at him, exasperated. "It's all because of you that our three children are left to wander outside."

Bei Chenyan was speechless, unable to reply.

Nangong Wu never expected that Emperor Nanqi was such a person. His interaction with Beichen Yan was very warm, like that of a father and son in an ordinary family.

Since ancient times, the imperial family has been ruthless.

In the royal family of the Western Yan Kingdom, she truly experienced that royal kinship was as thin as paper, with fathers and sons turning against each other and brothers fighting amongst themselves.

Emperor Mingde favored his crown prince the most, and his relationship with Nangong Chengkun was not as close as theirs, a fatherly and filial one.

For the sake of the crown prince, he was so ruthless that he almost drove his other sons to their deaths and then cruelly drove them away.

Four years ago, Nangong Yi and Nangong Heng were on their way to their fiefdom when they were ambushed by Nangong Chengkun's assassins. If she hadn't secretly sent people to protect them, they would have been assassinated by the Crown Prince.

"Yu'er, Jue'er, Xi'er, come and greet Grandfather." Bei Chenyan taught the children to greet people.

The three children exchanged glances, then turned to look at Nangong Wu.

Nangong Wu nodded slightly.

The three children then cried out in unison, "Grandfather!"

"Oh! Good child!" Upon hearing the words "Grandfather," Emperor Nanqi's eyes reddened.

He didn't have many children. Apart from the crown prince, his other five sons all had children, and he had more than ten grandchildren.

He didn't feel anything special when his grandchildren called him "Grandpa Emperor" normally, but he felt incredibly precious when these three children called him "Grandpa Emperor".

Because this is his legitimate grandson, the future of the Southern Qi Kingdom, that feeling is different.

"When Eunuch Yu arrives, I will have him choose some nice gifts for you."

"Quickly thank your royal grandfather!" Bei Chenyan told the children to express their gratitude.

The three children cupped their hands and bowed respectfully to the Emperor of Southern Qi.

"Thank you, Grandfather!"

"What sensible children." Emperor Nanqi looked at Nangong Wu. "Princess Runing, thank you for raising your three children so well."

"Your Majesty, they are my children," Nangong Wu said calmly.

The Emperor of Southern Qi was seriously ill, and I didn't want to say anything too heartless to him.

Emperor Nanqi sensed her coldness and sighed softly, "It's all because my son is so insensible, causing you and the child..."

Bei Chenyan quickly interrupted him, "Father, let's talk about the child later. Let's discuss your illness first."

Emperor Nanqi's attention was diverted, and he looked at Nangong Wu, asking, "Princess Runing, is there any way to cure my poison?"

Nangong Wu glanced at Bei Chenyan, "You tell me!"

"Okay." Bei Chenyan nodded and told Emperor Nanqi the results of Nangong Wu's examination. "What? A kidney transplant!" Emperor Nanqi was shocked again, he had never heard of such a thing before. "A human kidney can be transplanted? How is it done?"

"Naturally, they would remove your bad kidney and sew the good one back on," Nangong Wu said truthfully.

The Emperor of Southern Qi pondered for a moment, then asked, "How confident are you?"

"Sixty percent." In her previous life, she had undergone many kidney transplant surgeries with a success rate of over 80%, and all of them lived for more than five years.

But here, she didn't make her statement so definitively.

"Sixty percent?" The Emperor of Southern Qi hesitated, looking at his son. "Crown Prince, what do you say?"

"Father, if there's still hope after a kidney transplant, please trust the princess's medical skills," Bei Chenyan advised him.

"The seventh prince of the Western Yan Kingdom was poisoned and was on his last breath. The imperial physicians had given up, but it was the princess who pulled him back from the brink of death. Her son also helped at the time."

"Since you say it's possible, then let's change it." Emperor Nanqi still believed his son's words.

"Since you've all agreed, this matter should only be known to the three of us to avoid any unnecessary trouble," Nangong Wu suggested.

"I understand." Bei Chenyan naturally understood her concerns.

The emperor's body is of utmost importance and must not be harmed. If those old pedants in the court knew, they would cut out the emperor's kidneys and replace them with the kidneys of a lowly death row inmate, which would surely turn the court upside down.

Nangong Wu said that the kidney transplant surgery was very risky, and her father might never wake up again. Once this news got out, it would cause turmoil in the court and make those princes have inappropriate thoughts.

"Your Highness, summon Prime Minister Xi. I need to draft my will," Emperor Nanqi said in a deep voice.

With only a 60% success rate, meaning he could die at any moment, he had to make arrangements for his affairs afterward.

"Father, it's not that quick yet. We need to find the right person first," Bei Chenyan said.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Emperor Nanqi asked.

"Matching tests, infection screening, and organ function assessments are needed." Nangong Wu felt he might not understand if she explained it to him in simple terms:

"It involves screening kidney donors, checking if their kidneys are a match for you, and if a match is found, also checking if the person has any diseases..."

"I see." Hearing her explain so carefully, professionally, and meticulously, Emperor Nanqi felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Okay, from now on, you are my patient." Nangong Wu prepared to perform a hemodialysis on him.

Finding a matching living donor takes a long time; he needs dialysis to stay alive.

"If you need any medicinal herbs, just have Eunuch Yu go to the Imperial Hospital to get them," Emperor Nanqi instructed.

"Father, the princess's medicine is ready-made, so there's no need for Eunuch Yu to brew it," Bei Chenyan said.

"Oh?" Emperor Nanqi was surprised.

Nangong Wu took out the medicine prepared by Eileen and gave it to Bei Chenyan, saying, "Give it to His Majesty."

This includes medications to control blood pressure, medications to regulate phosphorus and calcium metabolism, and anticoagulants.

During dialysis, blood is prone to clotting, so anticoagulants need to be taken.

After Bei Chenyan helped the Southern Qi Emperor administer the drug, he asked, "What's the next step?"

"I need to do hemodialysis." Nangong Wu turned around and closed the palace door.

"Hemodialysis?" Emperor Nanqi didn't understand what was going on.

"Father, it means breaking down the toxins in your blood. Once you get a kidney transplant, your illness will be cured." Bei Chenyan didn't quite understand, but that was the general idea.

Nangong Wu returned, took out a small bottle, and said to Emperor Nanqi, "Your Majesty, I am about to treat your illness, but I need to let you sleep for a while."

"I understand." Emperor Nanqi thought it would hurt, so he let him fall asleep.