Chapter 102

【Fourth Volume: Roaming the World】

June 22, 20××, Shanghuai City Central Avenue

On the wide, bright television screen, the news anchor read the headlines with a blank expression; occasionally someone would stop to listen, laugh, and leave. But others, upon hearing, wore solemn looks and stood frozen before the big screen. Gradually, more and more people gathered before the screen—some for the excitement, some to gloat at others' misfortune, and some filled with worry.

Just then, the blue-uniformed news anchor spoke clearly: According to our station's latest report, the 25-year-old CEO of Lingyun Group, Shui Bingye, was attacked by assailants around 10 a. m. today at the broken cliff of Antai Mountain, taking two bullets, one of which came dangerously close to his heart. He is now undergoing emergency treatment at Lingyun General Hospital, his condition uncertain. Lingyun Group, founded single-handedly by Chairman Ling Min, is one of the city's most financially powerful conglomerates, ranking among the top nationwide. However, it is rumored that although the nominal chairman is Ling Min, the real decision‑maker wielding power is his 25‑year‑old sole heir, Shui Bingye. Thus, the injury to CEO Shui Bingye, whose fate hangs in the balance, has instantly thrown Lingyun Group into major turmoil. Experts worry that this may also affect the fluctuation of Lingyun Group's listed shares, and even the direction of the city's entire financial lifeline……

"Driver! Go to Lingyun General Hospital, quick! If I get fined and my license is confiscated, I'll cover all the costs!"

I slammed the door shut with a "Bang—" and shouted at the dazed middle‑aged uncle in front of me.

"Miss… miss, did you just come out of the television theater?"

"Yes—yes!" I impatiently patted the iron railing, face full of anxiety, "Driver, please hurry, my brother is injured and receiving emergency treatment in the hospital!"

The driver shuddered, then a look of pity crossed his eyes; he nodded firmly and pressed the accelerator to the floor.

I drew a slight breath, thinking, Fortunately he's a good person.

But I heard the driver, while driving carefully, say worriedly, "Miss, I've heard a VIP was injured and taken to Lingyun Hospital; outside there are dozens of police and guards, so your outfit……"

My heart tightened; what he said was true—I wasn't unfamiliar with the protective measures taken when my father was injured back then……

"Miss, if you don't mind, I have a set of clothes my daughter left behind in the car."

I felt a lump in my throat, and after a moment I whispered hoarsely, "Thank you, uncle."

The car swept past the just‑turned‑green traffic light and sped off.

Lingyun General Hospital, outside the emergency room, the operating lights were on.

Two operating‑room lights, two closed doors, several panicked, pallid people.

Suddenly, one operating‑room light dimmed, shifting from red to green; several hearts tightened and they hurried forward.

A middle-aged woman with delicate features, her eyes red and swollen, grabbed the first doctor who came out and cried, "Doctor, my daughter, how is my daughter?!"

The doctor pulled off his face mask, revealing a weary smile: "Rest assured, the operation was very successful; the patient is fine. The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, so she hasn't woken up. Just keep quiet and look after her, don't disturb her too much."

Having said that, he glanced at the adjacent operating room, couldn't help but sigh, and hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.

"Wonderful… Yunshan, wonderful, Xiaoyu is all right, our daughter is all right!"

The man comforting the middle-aged woman had a handsome appearance; though past thirty, his bearing remained distinct. Seeing his daughter safe and his wife's emotions calming, he felt somewhat relieved.

But when his gaze flicked to the ever‑red indicator light in another emergency room, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.

That young man's temper was truly stubborn—though his whole body was bloody and his mind muddled, he insisted on carrying the girl all the way from Antai Mountain to the bustling district. Though his injuries were worse than Xiaoyu's, he refused to be treated until after Xiaoyu was pushed into the operating room, only then collapsing into unconsciousness.

As he was pondering the famed young talent of Shanghuai City, Shui Bingye, his thoughts surging, a sudden shout erupted from the operating room—it was Liu Ying Shi's voice.

"I said no, and no means no! Ling Lin, you need to understand—doing that won't just endanger him, you could die too!"

Ling Lin—just thinking of that name, middle‑aged man Ji Yunshan, father of Xiaoyu, couldn't help but wonder if today was all a dream. This man, regarded as a legend in Shanghuai City and even the whole business world, now stood beside him in front of the same operating room.

The operating room fell silent for a moment, then the door was suddenly pushed open. Liu Ying Shi wore a furious expression, while Ling Lin remained impassive, though his anxiety and worry showed through his gold‑rimmed glasses. Ling Lin took out a cigarette, held it, paused, then tossed it into the trash behind him: "Ying Shi, if you can now match Bingye's blood type, I will spare no cost."

Liu Ying Shi's thick brows knit; his normally heroic face was nearly drowned in worry. After a long while he spoke in a low voice: "Ling Lin, we've been brothers through life and death for many years, and Bingye and his sister have grown up under our watch—do you really think I wouldn't save him if there were a way?"

"If he hadn't carried that girl wounded over all those mountain roads, I might still have a way; if his blood weren't Bombay type, I might still have a way…"

Ling Lin fiercely grabbed Liu Ying Shi's white robe, first coughing violently a few times, his face turning pale, eyes blazing: "That's why I said to draw my blood! What's the point of all this nonsense?"

"Ling Lin, you have two options." Liu Ying Shi brushed his hand aside, his face calm: "One, extract the bullet without replenishing Bingye's blood—success chance is 0.001; two, induce brain death, then remove the bullet from his body while he is in a frozen state thirty degrees colder than now, but he would end up as a vegetative person with no hope of waking."

"Bang—" Ling Lin threw a punch, his demeanor nearing loss of control; though he was in his thirties, he now looked like a spoiled, raging child: "I've already lost Bing'er, I won't allow losing Bingye too. I told you to draw my blood—did you hear me!! Otherwise, our brotherhood is over…"

"Ling Lin!!" Liu Ying Shi's eyes flashed with extreme pain as he seized Ling Lin's incoming fist, his voice hoarse: "You think I don't want to save him?! If your blood were useful… do you not realize you yourself are already…"

"Doctor!!" The operating room door burst open and a sweaty, panicked nurse rushed out, shouting: "Doctor Liu! Doctor Zheng says… even in the frozen state, the patient is already beyond help! Please make a decision quickly!"

Ling Lin felt a violent jolt through his whole body, his head spinning, sticky blood dripping from his nostrils, his joints cracking—he nearly fainted.

"Ling Lin!" Liu Ying Shi grabbed him in a panic; seeing the blood streaming from his nose, his face turned deathly pale with shock.

"Is my blood really no good?!" Ling Lin straightened up, giving a grim smile, icy tears mingling with bright red blood tracing down his cheeks: "Ying Shi, tell me—am I ultimately unable to save either of these two children?"

"Director Ling." Ji Yunshan stepped forward a few paces; his wife had just gone to attend to their daughter, but he still felt a lingering guilt and unease, for if it weren't for their daughter, Shui Bingye might not have died. He spoke respectfully: "May I ask what blood type Mr. Shui has?"

Seeing Ling Lin regain a bit of composure, he straightened with difficulty and returned the salute, then after a pause managed to utter: "Negative Oh—Bombay blood."

"Bombay? Negative Oh Bombay blood?!" Ji Yunshan's eyes widened; who would understand the preciousness of this blood type better than himself, a biology professor? It's exceedingly rare—perhaps one in ten thousand—and only close relatives' Bombay blood can match completely without rejection.

That young man actually had Bombay blood, gazing ahead with a hint of bewilderment—though he knew he might die, he still gave everything to save Xiaoyu first… just what kind of youth is he…

"Yes! Bombay blood…" Liu Ying Shi sighed sadly; it was time to embark on a hopeless gamble—since he began practicing medicine, he had never felt so lost. Unable to restrain himself, he bellowed: "At this point, where can we find someone with Bombay blood…"

"Draw my blood!" a clear, melodious female voice rang out from the end of the corridor, unusually distinct, reaching everyone's hearts. So clear that not only could one hear her words, but even the echo of each syllable.

Ling Lin stared up in astonishment, and all his expressions shifted—shock, fear, joy, longing… At this moment Ling Lin was not a corporate director, not a gang boss, not a man of righteousness, but merely a father yearning for and loving his children.

That figure from afar, unknown when she had swayed into the crowd, wore an ill‑fitting long dress somewhat askew. Yet it did nothing to hide the captivating beauty of her delicate features.

"Bingyi? Bingyi!!" Liu Ying Shi and Ji Yunshan exclaimed in unison.

The girl ignored them, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Ling Lin, she gave a faint tear‑tinged smile and whispered softly: "Dad, I'm back."

"Please let me come… save my brother!"

Heaven Harmony 1261, Year 1, June 22, border pastures of the Yao Kingdom

On the endless plain stood a handsome young man. Behind him was a spacious nomadic tent; before him lay a breathtaking sunset, his hair casually tied back, his blue‑trimmed white long robe outlining a splendid pastoral scene.

The sky is vast, the wilderness boundless, the wind blows the grass low to reveal cattle and sheep.

The boy thought of that verse, couldn't help but give a light smile, and naturally clasped his hands behind his back.

"Mute doctor, mute doctor, so you're here!" came the tribe chieftain's wife, Grandma Jin; her honest, simple face showed pure gratitude as she hurried to the boy and respectfully presented the gift list in her hands.

"Mute doctor, Ying'er and the villagers are all fine. Thanks to your superb medical skill, otherwise we would have lost not only all our livestock but even our dearest kin!"

The boy gave a slight smile; his silver‑gray crescent‑shaped mask covered most of his face, yet one could still see the faint upturn of his mouth and guess his gentle smile at this moment.

Grandma Jin couldn't help but show a look of pity; such a clear, frail youth, alone on the desolate prairie, unfamiliar with the land, unable to show his face or speak—alas, how pitiful! Fortunately he still had a decent medical skill to make a living; otherwise how could he stand firm in this grassland that venerates martial prowess?

Thinking of this, her tone grew a bit more affectionate as she said softly: "These are gifts from the tribe; please be sure to accept them. If you ever have any trouble, come find me, understood? May the Sky God bless you!"

The boy nodded with a smile, his pure black eyes showing warm gratitude; he carefully tucked the gift list into his bosom and made a respectful bowing gesture.

After Grandma Jin walked away, the boy finally turned his head, continuing to gaze at the splendid sunset slowly sinking over the grassland, motionless.

The prairie sunset, the sunrise over the sea—these are the most refreshing and delightful scenery, right?

The boy's mouth corner barely curved; his clear, slender fingers lightly brushed before his eyes; the silver-gray crescent-shaped mask slipped from his face, revealing an absolutely stunning handsome face and a pair of deep, azure eyes like the sky. He gazed indifferently at the slanting sun and the green grass, then slowly turned and slipped into the nomadic pack.

(End of chapter)