Chapter 152
Chapter 152
I was badly injured. I thought I was a dead man.
Sometimes, living isn’t necessarily a good thing, and dying isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
But the Heavenly God refused to let me die; He made me live again.
When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital bed. The first people I saw were Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian’s father.
Only then did I realize I had been unconscious for a day and a night.
Actually, my injuries weren’t that severe-no internal damage, just external wounds. Combined with the massive blood loss and the mental trauma, I had simply passed out for an entire day.
So, our rescue of Anning had already happened the night before last.
That night, when I drove alone to Du Ruhai’s Club, Song Xiaotian had immediately called his father to ask for help.
But by the time his father arrived with his men, everything was already over. They had simply transported us to the hospital.
I lay on the bed for a while, recovering my strength, as I remembered Du Yuwei’s death and the truth she had revealed to me before she died.
However, with Uncle Song present, I didn’t say much.
I finally understood why Old Zhao Seven had always refused to tell me what my defect was.
Now I knew. My defect was… I am not Chen Mo. I am Li Fuguang.
But why did I have Chen Mo’s appearance? Perhaps my father… Chen Guowen and the others, had transferred my soul and Po into the body of the already deceased Chen Mo.
I was certain Chen Mo was dead; I had seen his corpse when I was a child.
I didn’t know what method Chen Guowen and the others had used to give me Chen Mo’s memories, make me lose my own, and allow me to survive in Chen Mo’s identity and body.
But it suddenly occurred to me-isn’t this a true Soul Reincarnation in Corpse?
Old Zhao Seven had always said that Soul Reincarnation in Corpse was impossible, yet it had been achieved through me.
I had been killed by Lv Zhengxian, only to live again in another body.
“How are you feeling?”
Uncle Song’s voice interrupted my recollections.
I nodded and said I was fine.
In truth, my whole body was aching. There was a bloody hole in my shoulder that throbbed with pain at the slightest movement.
But no matter how much it hurt, it couldn’t compare to the pain in my heart. I had even become somewhat numb to it.
“Where’s Anning?”
I asked Meng Yifan.
Meng Yifan said, “When we reached the rooftop, she seemed to be in a state of extreme shock. She just held you and wouldn’t speak. Later at the hospital, after you came out of the operating room, she left. I don’t know where she went…”
“But she wasn’t physically injured.”
I sighed.
Her only relative was gone. She had watched Du Yuwei die on the rooftop with her own eyes-and it was a permanent death, without even the chance for reincarnation.
How could that not be a massive shock?
“Where’s Brother Tian? And the Seventh Master?”
I suddenly remembered those two.
I recalled that when I passed out, no one was left standing on the rooftop.
Those two… they couldn’t have killed each other, could they?
Uncle Song and Meng Yifan pointed to the side of my bed.
I turned my head and saw another bed next to mine. Song Xiaotian was lying there.
But he was in worse shape than I was; he was wrapped up like a mummy.
Seeing me wake up, he shifted his eyes toward me. “Brother, you’re awake? I’ve been awake for ages, hehe.”
Seeing him so badly injured made me feel guilty. I asked him, “Are you okay, Brother Tian?”
“Fine, I’m doing great.” Even though he was seriously hurt, his mouth remained as stubborn as ever. “Don’t look at me being this beat up. When I was fighting those hundred-plus guys, I didn’t actually take any serious hits. Really. The reason I’m in this state is because I got thrashed by the Seventh Master!”
“That Old Man is freaking ruthless. He was beating the hell out of me! Can you believe he’s almost sixty? He was like an invincible little cyborg. If he hadn’t suddenly passed out, he would’ve killed me!”
Seeing how full of energy he was, he didn’t look like someone who was seriously injured at all.
Uncle Song stood up and said, “Since you’re both awake, everything’s fine. I have some things to take care of at the shop. I wish you both a speedy recovery.”
“You’re leaving already?” Song Xiaotian’s eyes widened. “Your son is hurt this badly, and you have the nerve to just walk away? What kind of father are you!”
Uncle Song shot him a look. “I hired a caregiver for you, so quit your whining. You’re not a child. Also, I haven’t told your mother or your grandfather about your injuries to keep them from worrying.”
With that, Uncle Song left.
“Holy crap, no matter how old I get, I’m still your son!”
“Some father you are. Fine, go ahead! When you’re old, I’m tossing you straight into a nursing home!”
I struggled to sit up and asked how Seventh Master was doing.
If Song Xiaotian was in this state, then at his age, Seventh Master’s injuries were likely even worse.
“He hasn’t woken up yet…”
Meng Yifan’s expression was solemn. “He’s an old man, after all. When Uncle Song and I arrived, he was barely breathing. Luckily, he’s a tough old soul, and the doctors managed to resuscitate him. He’s lying in the room next door right now, hooked up to a ventilator…”
My already heavy heart sank even further.
We had only known Old Zhao Seven for a month or two. Although it hadn’t been long and he had even messed with us before, after everything we had been through, I knew he was a good person.
He was arguably the most steadfastly good person in this world.
He hadn’t just helped us; he had taught me many things.
I truly admired his character and his abilities from the bottom of my heart.
I got up, wanting to go next door to see him. Meng Yifan had no choice but to support me while also helping the restless Song Xiaotian as he led us to the neighboring ward.
Uncle Song had hired a caregiver for Old Zhao Seven as well. It happened to be mealtime, so when the caregiver saw us come in, she prepared to head out for lunch.
Old Zhao Seven lay on the bed, covered in tubes, with a machine maintaining his every breath.
Seeing him like this made my heart ache.
If he were a young man, he might have been able to pull through easily, but at his age, with injuries of this severity, I was deeply worried…
I walked to his bedside and called his name twice, but there was no response.
“Sigh, this Old Man doesn’t even have any children.”
Song Xiaotian sighed. “If he really doesn’t make it, we’ll have to help arrange his funeral.”
Meng Yifan said irritably, “The man is lying right here. Can you show some respect and not talk like that in front of him?”
“I only said it because he’s in this state,” Song Xiaotian said, sounding a bit guilty. “I don’t know what kind of demon possessed me at the time, but I just started fighting him for no reason. I’ve never known my own strength, and I ended up beating him like this.”
“Seventh Master, if you really don’t make it and become a ghost, please don’t come looking for me for revenge…”
Just as he finished speaking, we clearly saw Old Zhao Seven’s left hand twitch.
“Whoa!”
Song Xiaotian jumped in surprise. “Can he hear us?”
I found it incredible too. Old Zhao Seven hadn’t reacted to anything we said, yet he responded the moment Song Xiaotian spoke.
I seemed to realize something and hurried to whisper to Song Xiaotian, “Try to provoke him. Tell him he can’t beat you.”
Song Xiaotian hesitated for a moment, then leaned toward Old Zhao Seven’s ear. “Seventh Master, you’re old. It’s only natural that you can’t beat me. Don’t be angry, just lie there and be a good boy…”
To our surprise, as soon as Song Xiaotian finished, Old Zhao Seven’s left hand moved violently, thrusting his middle finger straight up at him.
“Holy crap!”
“This Old Man is a legend!”