Chapter 443: Chapter 443: Are You Stupid

"That’s wonderful. Truly wonderful," An Zhihan and Fang Lutian both exclaimed in delight. The heavy weight on their hearts finally lifted.

The doctor continued, "All three are doing very well at the moment. We’ll keep them for observation for another two days. If there are no signs of infection or deterioration, they should be fine. During this time, make sure they get plenty of nutrition, but avoid any foods that might cause inflammation and hinder their recovery. This is especially important for the two with knife wounds. They’ve lost a lot of blood, so have them eat more iron-rich foods like wood ear mushrooms and pork liver to help them recover."

Truth be told, the doctor was quite baffled. When the three of them were brought into the ER, they were all teetering on the brink of death. If it weren’t for the ginseng slices in their mouths, it was doubtful they would have even made it to the hospital. The monitors had been blaring, their vitals were plummeting, and it looked like they weren’t going to make it. But then, they all suddenly started recovering. And it wasn’t just a slight improvement—all their vital signs returned to near-normal levels. The old man even woke up right there in the emergency room.

It was nothing short of a miracle. The doctor couldn’t explain it, so he could only attribute it to the three patients’ powerful will to live.

"Okay, okay, we’ll be sure to do that," An Zhihan said, nodding quickly.

Just as he spoke, Mr. Gong and the two others were wheeled out of the emergency room. A Feng and the other man were still unconscious, but Mr. Gong’s eyes were open. When he saw An Zhihan, he said, "I’m fine. Are you two alright?"

An Zhihan quickly replied, "Grand-uncle, Uncle Fang and I are fine. Don’t worry about us. Does your head hurt? Do you feel dizzy?"

"Couldn’t be better." Then, Mr. Gong noticed Su Qing and asked in surprise, "Su, what are you doing here?"

Su Qing stepped forward and said, "With something this serious happening to you, of course I had to come. How are you feeling?"

"I’m fine, I’m fine. I feel great right now," Mr. Gong said quickly. He truly felt that his body was in excellent condition. A moment ago, he’d thought he wouldn’t pull through. But then, a sudden surge of energy seemed to flood his body. With it, his exhausted, muddled thoughts instantly cleared. Not only that, but he could feel his vitality growing stronger and stronger, even better than before he was injured.

As a seasoned practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine himself, Mr. Gong understood his own physical condition far better than the average person.

Mr. Gong didn’t know the reason for it, but he knew one thing: he had cheated death this time.

Hearing Mr. Gong’s strong, resonant voice, the attending doctor didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was the first time he’d seen a patient emerge from the emergency room looking so full of life—especially an elderly gentleman.

"Doctor, could we get a private room for the three of them? It would be quieter for their recovery," An Zhihan asked. "Preferably one with space for someone to stay overnight, to make it easier for us to care for them."

"Yes, no problem." The doctor nodded and gave an instruction to a nurse, who arranged a four-person room for Mr. Gong and the two others. Then he looked at Fang Lutian’s arm and said, "You should probably be admitted for a couple of days of observation for that arm, just to make sure there are no lasting complications."

Just as Fang Lutian was about to protest, An Zhihan cut in, "Fine. That’s settled, then."

Once they were in the hospital room and the nurse had set up IVs for the patients, An Zhihan looked at the still-unconscious A Feng and the other man. His face filled with guilt as he turned to Mr. Gong. "Grand-uncle, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault; I dragged you into this."

Mr. Gong waved a dismissive hand. "What nonsense is this? Why are you blaming yourself, child? This has nothing to do with you. It was those people, acting completely lawlessly! To brazenly attack someone with knives... We have to report this to the police. They need to be arrested and severely punished."

"Mr. Gong, we’ve already called the police. Please don’t worry. Just focus on getting better," Su Qing said as she poured a glass of water. When she thought no one was looking, she discreetly added a drop of the Green Liquid before handing the glass to Mr. Gong. "Here, have some water."

’Su Qing only dared to use the Green Liquid on Mr. Gong. He had hit his head, after all, and he was getting on in years. Who knew if there were any hidden bruises or blood clots in his brain? The Green Liquid was perfect for ensuring a full recovery. As for A Feng and the other man, she wouldn’t dare use it on them. They were covered in wounds; if one glass of water healed them completely, she’d be dragged off for dissection. So, they could just recover normally. Besides, she’d already used her green mist on them, so they wouldn’t suffer any lasting effects.’

"Thank you, Su," Mr. Gong said with a smile, taking the glass and drinking it all in one go. He wondered if it was his imagination, but the water seemed to have a faint, sweet taste.

"Well now, the environment in Beijing really agrees with people. Even the water tastes better than what we have back home," Mr. Gong said, not suspecting a thing. He just assumed it was the local water quality.

Su Qing smiled to herself but didn’t comment. Instead, she said, "You just focus on resting. I managed to find some rare and high-quality medicinal herbs this time. I’ll show them to you when you’re feeling better."

At the mention of medicinal herbs, Mr. Gong’s eyes lit up. "Really? That’s fantastic! Su, you must have gone through a lot of trouble this time. Speaking of which, the An Family still owes you eight million. Zhi Han’s grandmother said she would personally come to Beijing to deliver the money to you."

"What?!" An Zhihan, who had been listening from the side, froze. "The An Family paid for the herbs?"

Before coming to Beijing, Mr. Gong had told An Zhihan not to worry about paying for the herbs. But An Zhihan wouldn’t have it. He had secretly told Fang Lutian to get the money ready, planning to give it to Su Qing himself. He knew she must have gone to great lengths to find those herbs for him in the mountains.

But now his grand-uncle was saying the An Family had paid. Ever since he had been unable to get justice for his parents, he had kept his distance from the An Family, refusing to have any dealings with them, especially financial ones. Anything Old Mrs. An sent him, he returned unopened. For years, all his living expenses in Xiyuan County had been covered by money he earned himself.

Mr. Gong was at a loss for words. Old Mrs. An had specifically instructed him not to tell An Zhihan that the family was paying for the herbs. That’s why he had simply told An Zhihan that he didn’t need to pay for them himself.

But who knew he’d go and let it slip today?

"Zhi Han," Mr. Gong began, quite fond of his grandnephew now. He was just about to tell him not to be so stubborn when he heard Su Qing’s sharp voice. "Are you an idiot? Why shouldn’t the An Family pay? Who caused what happened all those years ago? Who’s responsible for the fact that you’re paralyzed and can’t even stand up now? Why should the ones who did the wrong get to wash their hands of it and not atone for their sins?"

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