Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“It should be because of his title,” Shang Yan said, glancing at Luo Ziwei on the man’s back, his heart brimming with joy.

Wonderful. His cheap son had finally found someone else to take over.

“What kind of title is that busted?”

Chi Shang gave a light cough, looking a little embarrassed. “An S-rank title, ‘Gacha Persona.’ I got lucky this time and drew a demonic cult leader.”

Qiao Yu: “…”

Sure enough, Nine Lives Live Stream was basically a remodeled version of Miracle Nikki, wasn’t it?

Then he tilted his head and glanced curiously at the person on Chi Shang’s back.

When he saw it was Luo Ziwei, the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled.

“How did my dear big son get so thin?”

Chi Shang froze. “Dear big son?”

Qiao Yu pointed at Luo Ziwei and explained with perfect sincerity, “Yeah. He cried and begged to acknowledge me as his dad, and even said he’d support me in my old age.”

Realization dawned on Chi Shang, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “So… the dad he’s been pining for this whole time is you?”

Just then, Luo Ziwei murmured at exactly the right moment, “Dad… Dad… save… me…”

Qiao Yu nodded solemnly. “See? That’s the thing he says to me the most.”

Chi Shang: “…”

“How did he end up doing this to himself?” Even now, Qiao Yu did not forget to worry about Luo Ziwei, a flash of distress crossing his eyes.

“The head nurse brought over a critical condition notice and said she was going to operate on him. Then he became like this.”

Qiao Yu looked at Luo Ziwei’s gaunt face, his brows drawing together slightly.

After a long while, he suddenly held out his hand toward Chi Shang. “Where’s his critical condition notice?”

Chi Shang was a little puzzled, but still handed it over.

“Do you have a pen?”

Chi Shang shook his head. “Who brings a pen when they’re running for their life? It’s not like I’m writing anything.”

“Fair. Then let’s go find one first.”

Perhaps because he was worried about Luo Ziwei, Qiao Yu did not continue bickering with Chi Shang and took the lead toward the floor above.

As far as he knew, every floor had a service desk. There should be pens there.

The group went up to the second floor. The moment they pushed open the stairwell door, the various childlike decorations before them nearly dazzled their eyes.

The second floor was the inpatient ward for infants and young children. Two kinds of plush dolls hung outside the doors: little elephants for boys and little rabbits for girls.

They headed straight for the service desk. Along the way, quite a few parents were carrying their children to get checkups.

When they turned the corner, Qiao Yu spotted a familiar little black lump at the door of a ward across from the service desk.

That little black lump was lying against the door, peering through the glass at the seven- or eight-year-old girl inside the room.

After the hospital was sealed off, it had strangely merged Ghost and living people into the same space. Although the worlds of yin and yang had intersected, they still kept out of each other’s business, maintaining a delicate balance.

Qiao Yu walked over and patted the Infant Ghost on the head. The next second, the little ghost turned around, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

But when the Infant Ghost saw it was Qiao Yu, he almost immediately tucked away that mouthful of steel teeth. Then he flung himself over, calling out in a sweet, clingy voice, “Brother Qiao.”

Qiao Yu caught him instinctively. The Infant Ghost happily nuzzled into his neck.

Suddenly, the Infant Ghost stopped. As if he had seen something, he asked softly, “Brother, did a mosquito bite you?”

Qiao Yu’s back went abruptly stiff. His face, usually thick enough to rival a city wall, instantly burned scorching hot, and he had no idea how to react.

Pfft!

Shang Yan’s laugh drew the Infant Ghost’s attention. His big eyes looked curiously toward him. “Who is this pretty sister?”

Shang Yan: “…”

What goes around really does come around. Qiao Yu had always had a pretty good mentality. Although he had just been publicly executed, the moment someone else was dragged down with him, he instantly stopped feeling awkward. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved up as he introduced, “The pretty sister is called Mosquito.”

The Infant Ghost scrunched up his face in disdain. “What an awful name.”

Hearing that, Shang Yan rolled his amber eyes, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible. “Qiao Xiaoyu, he’s making fun of me~”

Qiao Yu pressed his lips together and immediately switched sides. “Someone named Mahjong has no right to laugh at other people.”
Infant Ghost: ??

I’m still just a baby! Why aren’t you taking my side?!

-Painted Skin: Scheming boy! So annoying!!

-Li Xiaoqin: Fighting a little kid for attention? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

-Sadako: Gie gie, fly bravely. I’m your brainless stan.

-All ghosts: …Enough already.

Qiao Yu took a pen from the service desk. As he tried to alter Luo Ziwei’s critical illness notice, he asked the Infant Ghost, “Why are you standing here?”

He tried adding a few strokes to Luo Ziwei’s ID, but it was no use. Once he finished writing, the handwriting still changed back into “Man-Eating Crocodile.”

“She is the continuation of my life.”

Qiao Yu’s fingers tightened slightly around the critical illness notice. He tore the thin sheet of paper in half with force, yet his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest. “What illness does this girl have?”

The paper in his hand had been ripped apart, but in the blink of an eye, it actually returned to its original state.

Just then, the Infant Ghost suddenly pointed at Luo Ziwei and said, “Same as him. Leukemia.”

Chi Shang looked at the intact critical illness notice in Qiao Yu’s hand and spoke first. “I’ve tried soaking it in water, burning it, tearing it up. None of it worked.”

Qiao Yu frowned and habitually rubbed his palm, splitting his attention in two. “Got it. Let me think… So why did you say she’s the continuation of your life?”

The Infant Ghost shook its head. “That’s what Mom told me.”

Seeing that the Infant Ghost could not explain it clearly, Shang Yan cut in from the side. “Umbilical cord blood can cure leukemia. It contains very powerful hematopoietic stem cells that can be used for cell transplantation. The prerequisite is… if the match is successful.”

That prerequisite was probably pretty hard to meet.

As Qiao Yu thought this, he pulled a small knife out of the Spatial Grid, then slashed hard at the critical illness notice in his hand.

Chi Shang frowned. “That thing can’t be damaged…”

Before he could finish speaking, the sheet of paper in Qiao Yu’s hand-the one that had restored itself no matter what they did to it-was sliced in half and did not recover for a long time.

Immediately after, the skin-and-bones Luo Ziwei visibly filled out in just a few short seconds. Although he did not return to a fully healthy state, at the very least, he no longer looked like a gust of wind could knock him over.

“How did you do that?” Chi Shang stared at him in shock, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

Qiao Yu gave the delicate little knife in his hand a shake and smiled. “Doctor Zhuang’s scalpel. Fight poison with poison.”

Chi Shang: ??

Luo Ziwei’s eyelashes trembled softly at that moment. He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

When he saw Qiao Yu, he blinked in disbelief. Then, with an awroo, he jumped down from Chi Shang’s back. “Dad! I knew you were here! I knew you wouldn’t abandon me, waaaah…”

His little face was flushed, as if Qiao Yu were some kind of miracle medicine that could cure all illnesses the moment he took it.

Qiao Yu: “…Good boy~”

A son he’d acknowledged himself-no matter how annoying, he still couldn’t bear to throw him away.

Chi Shang: “…I carried you all the way here, and you don’t even say thank you?”

Luo Ziwei turned to glance at him. “Thanks. Once I get out, I’ll have my stepdad throw a few advertising resources your way to repay you for saving my life.”

Chi Shang: ??

Who asked you for repayment?!

Hearing this, Qiao Yu glanced sideways at Luo Ziwei. “What about me? Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Luo Ziwei lowered his eyes, pretending to be a quail. “We’re father and son. No need to keep thanking each other. It’d make us seem like strangers.”

Qiao Yu: ??

Damn it, I don’t mind seeming like strangers. Thank me already. Why aren’t you throwing money at me? Why?!

Shang Yan watched coldly from the side. Then he grabbed Qiao Yu by the arm and pushed open the door to the ward.

The little girl on the bed was still asleep. Because of chemotherapy, she wore a small pink cap on her head.

Qiao Yu stepped forward and glanced at the care label at the head of the bed: Qiao Sihui / Leukemia.

Qiao…

Her surname was Qiao.