Chapter 83: Similar to Her Deceased Daughter

With those words, he left the hospital room.

Meanwhile, knock knock knock—

Gu Hansheng rapped on the attending physician’s door. The physician was a middle-aged man, not particularly old, wearing glasses and a white coat.

“Come in.”

Upon entering, Gu Hansheng’s expression was grave as he sat off to the side. The physician looked at him, somewhat puzzled.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem with the patient?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that.”

They said it was divine retribution, but rumors had spread that someone had provoked a powerful being among the foreign tribes, a true immortal, and thus brought disaster upon themselves.

“All right, I’ll go take a look. You need to rest well.” Shangguan Honglie felt another pang of heartache. Toward Xian’er, he harbored unspeakable regret and guilt—for he had failed to protect her when it mattered most.

Inside the hall, a ball was underway, though both sides’ leaders understood it was nothing more than a formality.

This time, Wang Zhen paid no attention to the survivors in the courtyard; he didn’t even spare them a glance. Ever since Xin Yue had been driven into the thatched shed, he’d lost all feeling for these people.

Before the long sniper rifle that could bring down aircraft, and before Ye Qinglan—whose shots never missed, harvesting lives like a god of death—no matter how elite they were, it was all over in a single round.

The scout’s legs buckled and he collapsed onto the ground, while the generals sighed inwardly.

Dressed in everyday attire, a white jade ring at his waist, wearing a carefree scarf on his head, his face as handsome as jade, full of heroic vigor and masculine energy.

The creator had previously set a few simple functions: walking, attacking, evading, and so on.

Zeng Ci had tackled one of the world’s five recognized incurable diseases: rheumatoid arthritis. Her final conclusion was explicit—the traditional Chinese medicine they developed could cure both acute and chronic forms of rheumatic arthritis.

On this day, after several consecutive surges, Chuanda’s stock price suddenly plummeted to the daily limit. Bai Yifan grew anxious, wanting to boost the stock, but his funds were running low.

Someone knocked on the room door from outside. Gu Xinran rose to open it, and saw Mu Rao, drenched in sweat, clearly here to discuss something urgent with Ke Shaochen.

“No escape? That’s good. What’s the key issue?” The warden, relieved that no jailbreak had occurred, felt much better.

As for lunch, Ke Shaochen didn’t even keep the staff to serve them; he chased the servants out one by one. Gu Xinran complained repeatedly, realizing she couldn’t dodge the after-meal dishes.

The challenge ring stood 1.4 meters above ground. With the fence, it was over two meters high. Some trainees could leap onto it from dry land during practice.

Long Xiao believed that, with the life-and-death combat experience he’d amassed as a mercenary and his secret survival technique, he still had a fighting chance—about fifty-fifty.

Since Roger was an outsider, everyone lowered their voices during conversation, careful not to reveal too much.

To reward himself, he caught two fish, added canned goods and dried vegetables, enjoying the most lavish meal since arriving on the island.

This time, Renault did not attempt to dodge the attack: he strengthened his right palm with magic and forcefully caught Tisya’s slender sword.

It was truly their first meeting. Had Xu Yanbo not greeted Fang Yiyuan first, he might not have recognized him at all.

Perhaps in rank, the Elder of Shadows surpassed so-called Swordmasters or Godmasters, but the former, being lifeless, had lost soul and blood, leaving only a sliver of insignificance.

Prince Hongzhou happened to be in a whimsical mood today, bringing his wife to the Natural Residence for a meal. Just as they were about to head to a private room on the third floor, they spotted Turdu and Wanxiang with their entourage.

Murong Xuan did not visit the Prince of Yan’s estate today. Wearing a round-collared, short-sleeved robe common among the Xianbei, his long hair was casually brushed over his shoulders. He sat there, radiating ease. Murong Qi sat beside him, turning to speak, and Murong Xuan nodded from time to time.

“It takes two to tango. Lu Mingchuan is a man of principle, but this time, I don’t know what happened…” Lin Weiran recalled what Lu Mingchuan had said to him this morning, his chest tightening with emotion.

Thinking of what had just happened, Shu Ning still felt a lingering sense of dread, but she’d finally recovered.

The positions of the one hundred and eight armored ghost soldiers had shifted from before, and the red light in their eyes remained. This meant the deadly formation was still active.

The phone rang once, but before Shu Ning could answer, the caller hung up. As she puzzled over it, a message came—it was from Mu Liyan, asking her to go to Jingjiang Restaurant.

Xiao Yan didn’t look up at Qianlong, but she had already deduced, from his familiar footsteps and the scent of ambergris he wore, that the person entering the side hall was indeed Qianlong.

Tonight, Lin Weiwei was docile as a cat, compliant in every way. Though her cheeks were flushed as always, she was much more cooperative than before.

“How much was in that red envelope?” Lin Weiran grinned mischievously. She knew Luo Zhiheng wouldn’t be stingy but was curious about the amount.

When Zhe Na was in the tribe, she often fought with siblings of similar age and had mastered the art of tattling—no need to exaggerate her innocence, just point out the other’s wrongdoing.

Shopkeeper Zhu was so intimidated by Si Yecheng’s gaze that he froze, but still hurried to speak.

Until now, he’d thought Luo Shaoqing’s courtyard was quite large, but after seeing Si Yecheng’s estate, he realized the latter’s mansion was even grander.

Looking at the newly bought nth-hand old computer on the desk, Huang Huaiyu tried to stay optimistic, though she felt a pang seeing her long-planned “translation money-making scheme” stall before it even began.

Outside the cave, borrowing Yu Yin’s light, Qiu Yu barely managed to maintain human form for a short time, and thus easily took Yi Ye away.

“General, just agree for now. I bet this lunatic's never tasted these foods before. We can just serve him whatever later, right?” The advisor whispered a suggestion.