Chapter 4: Your Daughter Doesn't Have Much Time Left_1

"To think that I, Ye Lingfeng the Purple Dawn Medical Saint, once unparalleled in my life, would fall to such a state—betrayed and ambushed by my three unworthy disciples, both body and spirit destroyed!"

"So be it! Since we have met, it is destiny. Today, I will bestow upon you a great fortune..."

In the hazy void, a stream of purple light swiftly penetrated into Mo Han's body.

In an instant, the Zixiao Divine Needle, the Qiankun Technique, the Defying Heaven Elixir Recipe, the Cultivation Technique, and other pieces of information flooded his mind.

...

It was six in the morning, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

"Ah!" Mo Han suddenly screamed, waking up with his eyes wide open, his head aching as if it were pierced by needles.

Thinking back to that bizarre dream from yesterday, he casually tapped his forehead and muttered to himself, "It seems I've been under too much pressure lately, to have such an absurd dream."

He shook his head and propped himself up with his right hand.

"Wait a minute!"

After taking a few steps, Mo Han felt that something was amiss.

His left leg had miraculously healed! He was no longer limping when he walked!

Could it be, that dream was real?

Mo Han mumbled to himself, closed his eyes, and began to carefully recall the dream from last night.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, a swath of ethereal purple mist appeared in his mind, followed by a book glowing faintly that slowly opened.

"Zixiao Divine Needle?"

Seeing the four characters on the book, Mo Han was stunned. With a single thought, the first page of the book opened, and the text, like tadpoles, darted into his mind.

Then, a stream of light purple qi surged from the position of his dantian, flowing into his meridians like a stream of water.

Wherever the qi flowed, a purple light blossomed, and the sensation was indescribably pleasurable through his body!

After a while, Mo Han slowly opened his eyes.

Gone was the cowardice and timidity in his eyes from before.

On the contrary!

His gaze sharpened, as if he bore the look of one who could gaze contemptuously upon all creation.

...

An hour later, Mo Han hurried to Renkang Hospital in Jiangling City, and went straight to the seventh floor of the inpatient department.

When he arrived at his daughter's bedside, Luo Ning had already left, and the nurses said she seemed to have some urgent business at the company.

"Papa!"

Seeing Mo Han's arrival, Chen Chen excitedly clapped her little hands as if she couldn't wait to leap into her father's arms.

Unfortunately, she was now too weak, and just getting up had drained much of her energy.

"Chen Chen!" Mo Han grinned and tenderly stroked his daughter's hair.

In the past, I wasn't strong enough to protect you, but from today on, I'll never let you get hurt again!

Creak...

The door opened, and the attending physician, Wang Yong, entered.

He glanced at Mo Han by the bed, handed over the bill for fees, and said coldly, "Family member of bed 24, your daughter still owes 36,000 yuan for medical and hospitalization fees. Go pay immediately!"

Mo Han's brows furrowed, and he said doubtfully, "Doctor Wang, something's not right. I just paid 6,000 yuan for the hospitalization fee the day before yesterday, and now in just a few days, I owe over 30,000 yuan. Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

As if his tail had been stepped on, Wang Yong suddenly jumped up and said, "Are you the doctor, or am I the doctor?"

"How many times have you owed medical fees this month?"

"Damn it! I can't stand you poor bastards the most, always short of money and causing trouble, babbling nonsense!"

"Your wife didn't tell you yesterday? Your daughter's condition suddenly worsened last night. If she doesn't have surgery this week, hehe..."

Seeing Mo Han say nothing, Wang Yong became even more brazen. He smirked with mockery, "I almost forgot, how could a bum with a disability like you come up with the 300,000 yuan needed for the surgery?"

"Hey, let me give you a piece of advice. Your wife is so beautiful, why let her work as a nurse here? Why don't you let her go out and sell herself instead? With her looks and figure, she could earn at least 800 a time. I can offer double, 1,600!"

Slap!

A blur sped past, and Wang Yong's cheek bore five bright red finger marks, his expensive gold-rim glasses knocked to the ground.

"You hit me? You dare to hit me?"

"Do you still want me to save your daughter?"

Wang Yong, covering his cheek, was both angry and shocked. He hadn't expected the meek Mo Han from a few days ago to suddenly change as if he were a different person, not only becoming hot-tempered but also striking with such decisiveness.

With his hands behind his back, Mo Han spoke with a chilling tone, "If you dare to insult my wife again, I will kill you!"

"And as for my daughter's illness, I will be the one to treat it!"

"You'll treat it?"

Wang Yong laughed at Mo Han's words and looked him up and down dismissively, "Don't make me laugh my teeth off!"

"Do you even know what disease your daughter has?"

"Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia! Also known as blood cancer!"

"Even if I perform a bone marrow transplant personally, the five-year survival rate is only thirty percent!"

"And now you're telling me you can cure her? Can you even cure her well?"

Seeing the doctor in a white coat yelling at her father, Chen Chen, lying in the hospital bed, turned her round eyes towards Wang Yong, her hands clenched tight, "Bad man! I won't let you bully Daddy!"

"Bad man?" Wang Yong laughed in fury, pointing at his chest, "I'm the bad man? If it hadn't been for me treating you last night, you little brat would have seen the King of Hell already!"

"Bad... bad man!" The little girl seemed to be agitated, she began panting heavily, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.

With a cry, a mouthful of bright red blood was coughed out, and her body collapsed limply.