Chapter 17

The other officers felt puzzled. They hadn't even questioned him yet, but why was he being released at the entrance of the police station without explanation? Despite their confusion, the officer didn't hesitate to have the police car drive away.

Zu Mo speculated that this might be Mu Xue's doing.

He knew the Mu Family had influence, but he didn't expect it to be this significant.

Oh well, it saved him from having to resort to extreme measures and breaking the rules. Spending what little peaceful time he had left with his daughter was not a bad idea.

Sure enough, not long after, a black Land Rover arrived in front of Zu Mo and his daughter.

The driver was Liu Wei. He rolled down the window and said, "Mr. Zu, please get in the car. Mr. Muis waiting for you."

From his attitude, it was evident that he didn't have much trust in Zu Mo, sharing the same sentiment as Mu Xue.

Zu Mo didn't mind and got into the car with his sleeping daughter.

The car headed out of the city, all the way to the western bank of Yunchi Lake, at the foot of the Western Hills, and then entered a villa area.

Anyone familiar with the upperclass circles of Kun City would be surprised. Wasn't this the legendary West Bank Manor?

This was a highly upscale residential area, inhabited by business tycoons and some retired political figures.

Zu Mo didn't know any of this. He just thought the environment here was nice, with the Western Hills behind and Yunchi Lake in front. The air was purer and more potent with spiritual energy, better suited for enhancing one's life force. Moreover, there was birdsong and fragrance of flowers. He should bring his daughter here more often to play in the wilderness.

The West Bank Manor was heavily guarded, with security personnel within a hundred paces.

The car stopped in front of one of the most secluded and bestviewing courtyards.

The courtyard had blue bricks and white tiles, lowkey yet elegant.

Su's father was seen writing calligraphy while Mu Xue was grinding ink for him by the side.

Zu Mo took a glance and felt that Mu Lao's calligraphy was full of vigor and at least decades of mastery.

"Mr. Zu, do you also understand calligraphy?" Mu Lao put down his brush and asked with a smile.

He was dressed in a linen robe, exuding a sense of casual elegance. He probably felt that with hopes of recovery from his injury and being in his own home, he could relax a bit.

"Forgive me, Mu Lao, I don't understand it," Zu Mo shook his head.

This frank admission slightly surprised Mu Xue next to him. Why was he so honest? Usually, con artists would seize any opportunity to show off. For example, upon seeing that her grandfather liked calligraphy, they would analyze his condition based on the calligraphy, then scare him and extort money.

However, Mu Xue didn't change her opinion. She was already biased and had no trust in Zu Mo. Whatever he said or did, she believed it was all part of his tricks. At most, she thought, "Well, this con artist is innovative, different from the others."

She initially thought Zu Mo was making excuses about being arrested for assault, but it turned out to be true upon verification. She had to use her connections to get him released from the police station first, which was not difficult for her as the young lady of the Mu Family. Moreover, if Zu Mo's "con artist mask" was exposed this time, she wouldn't mind throwing him back into the cell.

Mu Xue looked at Zu Mo and furrowed her brows slightly, saying, "Mr. Zu, you came to treat my grandfather's injury, but why didn't you bring any tools?"

She remembered that the two famous traditional Chinese medicine doctors she invited both brought specialized medical kits containing silver needles, moxa sticks, medicinal wine, medicine paste, and so on. This con artist was unprofessional. He just came carrying a child.

Today, she was also dressed in casual attire: a white Tshirt and jeans, outlining her slender and sturdy legs, round buttocks, and ample chest. Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders and chest, completely different from her previous style, displaying a woman's sexiness and allure.

Zu Mo first gently placed the sleeping child on the sofa and asked Mu Xue to fetch a blanket. Then, he calmly said, "Rest assured, Mu Lao's injury, I promised to heal, so I will definitely heal it. As for the method, you don't need to worry about it."

"Hey, you..." Just after being ordered around, Mu Xue was very displeased with Zu Mo's attitude.

But before she could explode, Mu Lao's cough interrupted her.

After a long cough, Mu Lao finally stopped, still panting heavily. There was a faint noise in his chest as if from a bellows.

"Grandpa, how are you?" Mu Xue hurriedly went to support the old man, gently patting his back, her pretty face filled with anxiety.

Since Zu Mo had revealed Mu Lao's injury, he no longer endured it as before, gradually showing his pain and discomfort in front of his family. All the Mu Family members were extremely anxious, especially Mu Xue, who had been with her grandfather since she was a child and had the closest relationship with him.

"It's nothing, nothing. I can't die for the time being..." Mu Lao waved his hand, comforting his granddaughter in return.

Hearing this, Mu Xue became even more anxious. "Grandpa, don't say ominous words like 'can't die.' Don't talk about 'death'!"

"People inevitably die. I should have died at the age of seventyfour. Living for these two years and more is a profit," Mu Lao said. Then, he looked at Zu Mo, indicating his agreement with Zu Mo's earlier statement about him not living past seventyfive.

Mu Xue's eyes reddened.

At this moment, Zu Mo spoke up, "Old man, I previously diagnosed your injury as being in your heart and lungs. Now, I'm even more certain. All your internal organs are damaged. A martial arts expert has infused their true qi into your body. This person's true qi is very special and insidious, like sharp knives forged repeatedly, constantly scraping and cutting on your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, stomach, intestines, bladder, and gallbladder. Your organs are already covered in scars, with the lungs being the most severely affected. The coughing is just a symptom. That person must have some deepseated hatred against you, wanting you to slowly die in endless torment. Over these two years, you have been taking a large amount of medication to prolong your life, but the longer you live, the more intense your suffering becomes. Moreover, your body has reached its limit, and your organs can't bear it anymore. Even if you want to extend your life, you could die at any moment..."

Upon hearing these words, everyone present was stunned.

Liu Wei had only taken up the position of Mu Lao's bodyguard two years ago and had no idea that Mu Lao's injury was so severe. He had simply thought that the old man had a problem with his lungs or trachea, hence the frequent coughing.

Although Mu Xue believed that Zu Mo was most likely using scare tactics as a fraudulent scheme, when it came to her grandfather's life and health, she couldn't help but be moved. The thought of the inhumane torture and suffering her grandfather had endured over the past two years felt like a dagger in her heart.

Mu Lao closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. More than two years ago, he went to help an old friend in the NanYun Gang, only to get involved in a conflict that resulted in many deaths. His former bodyguard, Liu Wei's predecessor, also perished in that incident. Although Mu Lao had managed to return alive, he was left with a terrifying illness, suffering day and night. The one who injured him was a martial arts expert from the NanYun region.

Over the past two years, he had kept it from his family, seeking medical treatment everywhere and even consulting some martial arts masters. However, none of them had come up with a good treatment method, and very few could even identify the root of the problem.