Imposter Young Master
Chapter 927 - 932: So It Turns Out to Be a Bastard

Chapter 927: Chapter 932: So It Turns Out to Be a Bastard

Although the fishing village was overall quite poor, family assets still varied widely.

And the Xia family was among the poorest in the village.

Located by the sea was an old apartment complex, built in 3208 AD, which now had a history of 90 years.

The design life of the building was 100 years; it was nearing the end of its lifespan.

Most residents had already moved out, only a few households with no money to buy new homes continued to live there.

The Xia family’s home was on the third floor, unit three, apartment eight.

"We’re poor, don’t mind it," Xia Ji said.

Yang Gang smiled, "Compared to me, a member of the proletariat, at least you are homeowners. What right do I have to mock you?"

Xia Ji smiled and took out her keys, twisting the door open, "Mom, we’re back. Mom? Mom! What are you, what are you doing!"

Xia Ji’s face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with panic as she looked ahead.

Curious, Yang Gang stretched his neck for a peek and his face also changed slightly.

They saw a woman in her forties or fifties sitting on the bedroom window sill, looking as though she might jump at any moment.

The woman turned her head, looked at Xia Ji with tearful eyes, "Child, I can’t be a burden to you and your father any longer. If it weren’t for my illness, you could have afforded a house and wouldn’t have to endure other people’s disdain. I am just a burden to this family."

She was very emotional and looked as though she was about to jump.

"Mom!" Xia Ji was nearly terrified out of her wits.

Yang Gang quickly said, "Auntie, calm down. You just said, you are sick, right?"

"Who are you?"

"I’m Xia Ji’s friend, and also a doctor."

"Doctor?" A glimmer of hope flashed in the woman’s eyes, but then it faded to despair, "My illness, even the experts at Capital City Hospital might not be able to cure. Over the years, we’ve spent hundreds of thousands on my treatment. All our savings are gone, and we’re in debt by tens of thousands."

The more the woman spoke, the more desperate she became, "I can’t continue to be a burden on Xia Ji and her father, don’t come any closer!"

Seeing Xia Ji take a step forward, the woman suddenly shouted with great emotion.

Her body swayed, as if she might fall at any moment.

Yang Gang’s gaze deepened, and suddenly a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The woman also finally reacted with fury, "Bastard! Let go of my daughter!"

Without hesitation, she jumped back into the room and charged with a chair she picked up.

Yang Gang stood up and effortlessly subdued the woman, saying calmly, "Auntie, I can cure your illness, so don’t have thoughts of suicide anymore."

"Let go of me! You beast, scum." Xia’s mother was extremely emotional.

Yang Gang, left with no choice, knocked her out with a swift palm strike and laid her on the bed.

Upon seeing this, Xia Ji also grabbed a chair, shouting angrily, "You, what are you trying to do to my mom?! To think I never knew the true character of the man my dad kindly saved, turns out he is..."

"Shut your mouth!" Yang Gang gave Xia Ji a cold look.

Apparently subdued by Yang Gang’s dominance, Xia Ji dared not say another word.

Yang Gang then placed his hand on Xia’s mother’s wrist, simultaneously activating the "Healing Aura."

"Pamerson Syndrome," Yang Gang said indifferently.

Xia Ji was startled, "How, how do you know?"

Yang Gang rolled his eyes, "I told you, I’m a doctor."

"But, but I’ve never heard of a diagnosis of Pamerson Syndrome just by feeling the pulse. It took the most advanced medical machinery in the village a full three months to finally confirm my mother’s illness," Xia Ji said, unaware of the existence of the healing spell.

The population of Pandora is tens of thousands of times that of Earth, with ninety-five percent being genetically modified. Ten percent of these have opened The Seventh Brain Domain and possess superpowers, a number that is also tens of thousands times that of Earth’s superpower users. However, Pandora’s superpowers are relatively homogenous; ninety-nine percent are natural-type special abilities, with rare and special superpowers.

Superpower users with Healing abilities had never been documented in Pandora’s nearly a thousand years of genetic civilization development.

Although Yang Gang diagnosed Xia’s mother’s illness as Parkinson’s syndrome using the "Healing Aura," he didn’t know the specific manifestations of her illness.

However, that didn’t hinder his treatment.

Yang Gang didn’t answer Xia Ji but concentrated on treating Xia’s mother.

By the time Xia Ji’s father, Xia Qingfeng, returned, Yang Gang had been treating Xia’s mother continuously for a full ten hours.

Even though Yang Gang had undergone five years of training, vastly improving his storage and strength of spiritual power, the nearly non-stop treatment for ten hours was still somewhat overwhelming.

His vision darkened, and he collapsed beside the bed.

Xia Ji ran to the kitchen, then, brandishing a kitchen knife, gestured at Yang Gang’s throat four or five times, but could not bring herself to strike.

At that moment, the door opened, and Xia Qingfeng came home.

He glanced at the scene in the room, taken aback, "Xia Ji, what are you doing?"

This bastard, he, he indecently assaulted me!" Xia Ji whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"What?!" Xia Qingfeng’s face turned an uncomfortable shade, "I never expected him to be this kind of person."

He looked up at Xia’s mother lying on the bed, his face growing even more alarmed, "Xia Ji, why didn’t you put the oxygen mask on your mother? Don’t you know that with her current condition, she can only breathe freely for up to ten minutes?!"

Xia Ji was also terrified, and her tears began to flow unchecked, "Mom, she, she has been without the oxygen mask for ten hours now..."

"What?!" Xia Qingfeng’s legs buckled, trembling as he approached the bedside, he softly called out, "Wife, wife..."

Xia’s mother did not respond.

Xia Qingfeng’s complexion became paler and more despondent.

However, just then, Xia’s mother’s eyes slowly opened, "What are you crying for?"

Upon seeing this, both Xia Qingfeng and Xia Ji felt as if the clouds had parted after the rain.

"Wife, you’re okay?"

Mom, it’s all my fault, if I hadn’t brought this bastard Yang Gang home..." Xia Ji said.

"Oh, right, where’s the boy?" Xia’s mother quickly sat up and glanced over, then urgently said, "Why is he on the floor? Xia Ji, please tell me you didn’t kill him?"

"What exactly happened here?" Xia Qingfeng asked, utterly confused.

Xia Ji explained the situation with a mix of frustration and regret.

Xia Qingfeng was furious.

"Xia Ji, we misunderstood Yang Gang," Xia’s mother suddenly said.

"What now, even at this point, you’re still defending him?" Xia Ji said discontentedly.

Xia’s mother gave a faint smile, "I understand now. The reason he indecently assaulted you was to prevent me from jumping off the building. The first instinct of mothers all over the world when their daughters are assaulted is to save them, not to jump off buildings."

Xia Ji blinked, her expression thoughtful, "Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case."

"Moreover, even though I don’t know what method he used to treat me, I can feel that my condition has improved a lot after his treatment. Now I can breathe freely even without the oxygen mask," Xia’s mother said.

Xia Ji looked embarrassed, "So, I misunderstood him?"

Xia’s mother nodded with a smile.

"Xia Ji, let Yang Gang rest in your room for a while, he seems to have fainted from exhaustion," Xia Qingfeng said.

The two helped Yang Gang to Xia Ji’s boudoir.

"Dad, you go take care of Mom. I’ll watch over him here," Xia Ji said.

Xia Qingfeng nodded his head, closed the door, and left.

Xia Ji sat at the bedside, looking at Yang Gang, and suddenly recalled something.