At this mont, Nan Baihao suddenly felt a bit envious of Hua Hua. Hua Hua wasn’t here, so he didn’t have to experience the chaotic, oppressive, and lancholic emotions Baihao was dealing with right now!
"Baihao, I can’t spar with you anymore. Since we can’t determine the winner, I can’t give you the dicine."
Hearing this from his elder brother, Nan Baihao instinctively blurted out, "You’re insane!"
A grown man wiping away tears is a shaful thing. Before the tears could roll down, Baihao turned away, not wanting to engage with his elder brother’s playful antics. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Brother, I’m going to oversee the security arrangents here!"
If his brother was going to live here, the priority was setting up impeccable security. Reliable people also needed to be arranged to take care of him. There was no room for sorrow in this world; a slew of tasks awaited them.
"I’ll go make arrangents too, and co back later. When I return, I’ll bring a chessboard. I’ll keep you company and play a ga with you," Bai Wuqing said as he promptly left, following suit. No one wanted to stay in this room watching their elder brother pretend to be strong!
Only Yan Fengchi remained, as he had nothing to do and couldn’t find an excuse to leave, so he stayed.
Dragging a chair, he sat by the bedside, quietly observing the experts who were reorganizing the once-cozy bedroom.
Gradually, the large pieces of equipnt started filling up this warm space.
Then, the experts left the room again, moving on to discussing one-on-one treatnt plans. etings ensued, disagreents flared, voices grew loud, argunts escalated. Even after heated debates, consensus was still hard to achieve, and decisions had to be made by voting.
Gu Shaocheng found this intensely boring. Suppressing his inner irritation, he tried to amuse others, but no one acknowledged his efforts — instead treating him like a lunatic. Realizing nobody was buying into his lightheartedness, he gradually sobered up.
"Little Four, go call all the bodyguards outside in here. I need to speak with them."
Yan Fengchi nodded briefly, and soon, a group of bodyguards — who frequented this sanatorium — filed in, standing neatly in rows.
Each of them was a handso young man, all trusted aides of Gu Shaocheng.
There was no need for deliberate secrecy anymore, because it was simply impossible to hide. In truth, they’d already suspected that their master’s health might be declining. Hearing Gu Shaocheng confirm it in person was like a thunderclap on a sunny day; it wasn’t sothing they could imdiately co to terms with.
If this were a scene from a movie, Chenxing thought, the cara would surely focus on the bodyguards while Shaocheng’s words served as the voiceover.
On screen, a variety of expressions would continually play out.
"There’s sothing I haven’t said, but I think you all already know."
"I’m sick. Lou Gehrig’s disease."
"Back when my mother was exhud, you were all present. You should know what kind of disease this is."
"I don’t want to dwell on whether I’m lucky or unlucky — the fact is that misfortune has struck . The experts at Xiyuan give hope that they’ll do their utmost to help recover. I also believe that I, Gu Shaocheng, won’t die so easily! But no one can predict the future. You all have been my trusted aides for a long ti. I want to ask you one thing now: Can I trust you? Can I entrust my life and my safety to you?"
When he asked this question, his tone was actually quite casual.
It was as light as discussing the weather.
But Chenxing noticed that the varied expressions of the bodyguards eventually all transford into resolute determination.
"Sir, I’m not good at saying sentintal stuff. All I know is, as long as you’re here, I’ll remain loyal to you. I will never betray you. Betrayal isn’t a word that exists in my dictionary, not as Leng Tong."
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