After being rejected by Yan Sinian, Lin Hao was dejected and felt utterly hopeless.
At this moment, Yu Mengyu turned to look at him.
"You said you’ve made up your mind just now?"
Lin Hao suddenly lifted his head, "Yes, I have thought it through, would you be willing to help?"
Lin Hao was so excited that he couldn’t contain himself, "To, to where my father is hospitalized?"
Yu Mengyu raised her palm; the deep wound visible to the bone disappeared, in the blink of an eye, returning to its original state.
Lin Hao stared blankly at this scene, unable to utter a single word.
Unbeknownst to him, the recovery was only superficial; in reality, Yu Mengyu’s palm still throbbed faintly with pain.
The remnants of Yan Sinian’s Spiritual Energy were highly destructive, like a centipede constantly tunneling deeper into the flesh.
Yu Mengyu had to mobilize a large portion of her Spiritual Energy to suppress it, making her complexion increasingly pale.
Lin Hao didn’t notice any of this; he respectfully invited Yu Mengyu to the back seat, indicating to the driver to head to the private hospital where his father was.
In the restaurant’s private room.
Si Xi finally reacted belatedly.
"That was Yu Mengyu just now?"
Yue Qingqing nodded, "I didn’t expect her to be a cultivator too."
Si Xi’s eyes widened, "Really? No way, Chief Cui boasts every day that almost all of China’s cultivators are documented by the Supernatural Management Bureau. I don’t recall seeing Yu Mengyu’s name there."
Yue Qingqing laughed, "That’s quite normal. Yu Mengyu’s appearance doesn’t show it at all; usually there’s no Spiritual Energy fluctuation. It was just now that Senior Brother probed and found out."
Yue Qingqing asked Yan Sinian, "How did Senior Brother discover she was a cultivator earlier?"
Yan Sinian: "I didn’t realize initially."
Si Xi gasped, "But if the other party really was a mortal, wouldn’t they be gravely injured?"
What mortal could withstand Yan Sinian’s attack?
Yan Sinian replied, "It’s fine, I’m a doctor."
Yue Qingqing, Si Xi: "..."
Others may kill with ruthless precision, but are you planning to injure them and then heal them, ready to act again?
Yue Qingqing was now certain that Senior Brother didn’t care whether Yu Mengyu was a cultivator or not.
Just wanted to stand up for her.
Sure enough, protecting one’s own is the sect’s tradition.
But who was that man earlier?
Yue Qingqing quickly caught a glimpse of the man’s brows and eyes, feeling inexplicably familiar.
But couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.
Finally arriving at the hospital, Lin Hao hurriedly led Yu Mengyu to the ward.
The Lin Family was indeed wealthy, as the ward in the private hospital spanned over a hundred square meters.
Sadly, no matter how luxurious the ward, it couldn’t save the patient’s life. Lin Hao could only watch his father weaken day by day.
"Mom!" Pushing open the ward door, Lin Hao eagerly led Yu Mengyu inside, "This is Miss Yu, whom I mentioned to you previously."
Fang Miao was cutting an apple for her husband. Upon hearing this, she put down the fruit knife and discreetly sized up Yu Mengyu.
Yu Mengyu had regained her usual calm demeanor, with hair as dark as ink, eyes deep and heavy, though her skin appeared paler than usual.
Fang Miao hesitated slightly, "Miss Yu is much younger than I imagined."
Yu Mengyu glanced at Fang Miao, showing no intent to speak and turned towards the bed.
Fang Miao had always lived in comfort and luxury; she wasn’t used to such treatment, so she immediately frowned.
"This person you brought..."
"Shh." Lin Hao was afraid his mother might say something unpleasant, so he quickly lowered his voice and explained what he had seen and heard.
Fang Miao was aware of some extraordinary people and immediately fell silent.
Only shooting a questioning and uncertain glance at Yu Mengyu.
Lin Jianping lay on the bed.
The tumor in his brain had greatly diminished his eyesight.
It was only when Yu Mengyu got close enough did he finally see the woman’s appearance clearly.