Chapter 92
Xuan Yuan Qingya cast a glance at Lin Tian, her eyes carrying a trace of an indescribable expression.
After that, she stepped directly into the elevator, resting her hand lightly against the side and tilting her neck slightly as she gazed at Lin Tian.
Lin Tian gave a dry cough. He had actually been planning to wait for the next elevator ride up…But now it seemed, fooling Xuan Yuan Qingya was no easy task!
He could only step into the elevator as well, quietly standing behind her.
The elevator slowly ascended and stopped on the third floor. Before the doors even opened, Lin Tian could already hear the sound of muffled sobbing from within.
…
“Mom, please stop crying, everyone’s watching.”
A bright and youthful girl stood quietly beside a pristine white sickbed. In front of her sat a plainly dressed middle-aged woman, her face etched with grief, streaked with tears.
The girl’s own expression was sorrowful, but she did not cry; instead, she was gently comforting her mother.
The woman nodded at her daughter’s words, took the tissue handed to her, and wiped the tears from her face. She looked toward the pale and frail man lying on the bed, her eyes filled with both heartache and helplessness.
The young girl gently held onto her mother’s arm. Suddenly, hearing the sound of a door opening behind her, she turned around. For a brief moment, her eyes lit up.
“Big Sister!”
Xuan Yuan Qingya quickly stepped forward, moving to the young girl’s side and speaking softly.
“Xiao Lin, Auntie…”
The young girl’s name was Xuan Yuan Lin, the only daughter of Xuan Yuan Chen. Naturally, the woman beside her was his wife, Li Li—a simple, kind-hearted woman.
Li Li looked at Xuan Yuan Qingya. Her emotions, which had only just begun to steady, suddenly collapsed again.
She clung to Xuan Yuan Qingya, her sobs choked and heavy. “Xiao Ya, your Fourth Uncle…”
Xuan Yuan Qingya’s expression dimmed as she wrapped her arms around her aunt, gently patting her back. She whispered softly.
“Auntie, it’s alright… don’t cry, Uncle will be fine. I have a way to save him.”
“What?”
Li Li lifted her head in surprise, only to see Xuan Yuan Qingya signaling her with a subtle glance. She leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
“Auntie, don’t spread word about this yet. I promise, Uncle will be fine. Just stay by and watch.”
Li Li hesitated for a moment, then finally gave a slight nod.
Her relationship with Xuan Yuan Qingya and Xuan Yuan Xing had always been very good. Within the Xuan Yuan family, the people Li Li trusted most were naturally this mother and daughter.
Li Li stepped aside, and Xuan Yuan Lin walked forward, her lips pursed, eyes rimmed red as she spoke softly.
“Big Sis, what’s wrong with my dad? Why can’t the doctors figure it out?”
Xuan Yuan Qingya pinched her little sister’s cheek gently, her voice tender.
“Xiao Lin, don’t worry. Your father will be fine… You and your mother should rest for a while. Leave things here to your sister, alright?”
Xuan Yuan Lin gave a small nod.
If there was ever a time Xuan Yuan Qingya put aside her usual cold pride—other than when she was around Lin Tian—it was only in front of these three members of the family.
Toward Xuan Yuan Chen and Li Li, she held respect. Toward little Xuan Yuan Lin, she held genuine affection. And so, only before them would Xuan Yuan Qingya lower her aloof façade.
After comforting Xuan Yuan Lin and Li Li, Xuan Yuan Qingya walked to the bedside. Looking at her Fourth Uncle, lying there with tubes and monitors attached, even breathing through an oxygen mask, she found it hard to suppress the sadness that welled up in her heart.
But now was not the time for her to grieve—there were too many matters waiting for her to handle.
Lin Tian grumbled inwardly. Xuan Yuan Qingya, having heard his thoughts, said nothing, simply walking straight toward the inner hall.
The design of this villa had never concerned itself with saving space—every type of room imaginable had been built in. That was why even here on the third floor, next to the sickroom, there was a full reception hall.
Xuan Yuan Qingya glided into the inner hall. The moment she crossed the threshold, her aura shifted—her usual pride and icy composure returned in full.
That commanding presence, as though she stood above all beneath the heavens, was something few could ever possess…
Inside the inner hall, aside from some attendants, there were four figures of true importance.
Xuan Yuan Xing, Dragon Lord Shang Yan, Elder Lei, and the Xuan Yuan family’s chief physician all sat in the room.
Xuan Yuan Xing, Shang Yan, and Elder Lei were gathered around the man called Zhao Yi’an—the head of the Xuanyuan medical team—listening as he gave a detailed explanation of Xuan Yuan Chen’s condition.
Behind each of them stood one or two attendants, silent and watchful.
Just as Xuan Yuan Qingya pushed the door open and entered, she caught Zhao Yi’an’s voice mid-explanation.
“…Fourth Master’s illness doesn’t actually look that complicated. His irregular heartbeat causes difficulty breathing, which then deprives the brain of oxygen, leading to these comas.”
“If we only want to treat the symptoms, we can use some conventional medical methods to prevent another episode. But in that case, should it happen again, Fourth Master may not even last long enough to be put on oxygen.”
“So the most fundamental solution is to identify the root cause!”
“As for the root… so far, we can only roughly determine that it lies within the heart itself. But exactly which part of the heart has gone wrong… sigh. Madam, to be honest, we’ve exhausted every diagnostic method available, and still haven’t found a single problem.”
Zhao Yi’an paused, hesitation flickering across his face.
“On the contrary, what we found was that Fourth Master’s heart not only has no issues, but is actually healthier than most people’s!”
“With such a healthy condition, yet repeated occurrences of arrhythmia… all we can do is try every possible direction in diagnosis. There’s no way to directly pinpoint the cause. In my thirty-four years of practicing medicine, I’ve never encountered such a strange illness!”
Zhao Yi’an shook his head, his expression heavy with concern.
At his side, Xuan Yuan Xing gave a slight nod. Though her face carried a grim weight, she had not lost her composure. For a woman who, by her strength alone, upheld the vast Xuan Yuan enterprise and even built the terrifying Star Organization, no situation could make her abandon her calm.
Hearing the sound of the door, Xuan Yuan Xing turned her head, gave a small nod, and said, “Qingya, you’re here?”
As Xuan Yuan Qingya stepped into the reception room, no one noticed that one of the two attendants standing behind Dragon Lord Shang Yan had a sudden glint in his eyes.
He cast a subtle glance at Xuan Yuan Qingya, a look filled with deeply concealed hatred—and desire.