The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 827: Not Knowing When We Can Meet Again

Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Not Knowing When We Can Meet Again

Hong Cheng was initially surprised, but then sneered, "So what if you have a new Snow Lotus Flower? Do you really think you can concoct a medicine from it? I don’t believe you have that skill!"

Ning Fan raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Who said I couldn’t?"

Right there in front of everyone, Ning Fan took out various medicinal ingredients from his Storage Ring and began to prepare the medicine.

It wasn’t long before an Elixir appeared before the crowd.

"Miss Hong, do you trust me?" Ning Fan asked.

Hong Qingyan nodded without hesitation, "Of course, if it weren’t for Mr. Ning, I would probably already be dead on the snowy mountain."

"Alright, then let me cure your father now."

Ning Fan stepped forward and placed the Elixir into Hong Haishi’s mouth.

As the Elixir dissolved, the medicinal power spread, visibly restoring color to Hong Haishi’s complexion.

Following that, Ning Fan took out a set of silver needles from his Storage Ring and began to administer acupuncture to Hong Haishi.

As the silver needles were inserted, Hong Haishi’s previously faint breathing gradually became more stable.

About twenty minutes later, Ning Fan put away the silver needles and turned to Hong Qingyan, "Miss Hong, your father’s condition has stabilized. From now on, he just needs to recuperate with medicine."

"Impossible!" scoffed Hong Cheng. "Let me tell you the truth: It was I who poisoned him! It’s an extremely rare and deadly poison. You could bring out a life-reviving medicine, and it wouldn’t be able to cure him, let alone any Snow Lotus!"

Hong Qingyan’s eyes immediately reddened, and she glared furiously at her second uncle, "You bastard! Have you no notion of kinship at all?"

"Kinship be damned! When he snatched the Family Head position from me, did he think of kinship?" gritted Hong Cheng, "This Hong Family is mine! No one will take it from me!"

Just then, a faint sigh suddenly came from the sickbed.

"Younger brother, it was never my intention to steal the Family Head position from you, but at that time, you truly weren’t capable of succeeding to the position," said the voice.

The previously unconscious Hong Haishi had now sat up, looking at Hong Cheng with complex eyes.

"Back then, everyone in the family had their eyes on the position of Family Head. You weren’t able to manage the entire Hong family well, so father specifically instructed me on his deathbed that you must not be allowed to take the position."

"It wasn’t because he favored me, but because he wanted to protect you."

Hong Haishi could not believe these words, "Don’t give me that nonsense! Father has always favored you since childhood! How could he have been so harsh on me if it was to protect me?"

Hearing this, Hong Haishi sighed deeply and turned to his daughter, "Qing Yan, go to my chest and bring out the document from the very bottom."

Hong Qingyan gave Hong Cheng a fierce look and hastened to her father’s room to fetch the document.

Hong Haishi opened the document and handed it to Hong Cheng, "Take a look for yourself. This is the letter father left for me before he passed away."

Hong Cheng took the document, and after reading it, his hands began to tremble, "How can this be..."

The document detailed the arrangements of the previous Family Head after his death, mentioning how his second son, Hong Cheng, had an extreme nature that easily caused trouble and expressing the hope that Hong Haishi would take good care of his younger brother.

No matter what Hong Cheng did, he should never be blamed, as the father had been harsh on him from a young age, having high expectations for him.

The end of the letter contained a simple sentence that made Hong Cheng weep.

"I’m sorry, my son, I have been too harsh on you over the years. I hope you won’t hold it against me."

Holding the letter, Hong Cheng was overwhelmed with regret.

It turned out that he had misunderstood his father’s intentions, leading the brothers to this point of bitter enmity.

Although Hong Qingyan harbored hatred for her second uncle, seeing him in this state stirred a sense of pity in her.

"Daughter, let your second uncle go home. Let’s leave this matter as it is," said Hong Haishi.

Hong Haishi waved his hand, and several bodyguards stepped forward to escort Hong Cheng away.

Previously, Hong Cheng had held power while Hong Haishi was unconscious.

But with Hong Haishi’s awakening, Hong Cheng would immediately lose control, which was why he had wanted to destroy the Snow Lotus.

After all this, Hong Haishi turned to Ning Fan to offer a sincere thanks, "Thank you, sirs. If it hadn’t been for you, I might not have escaped death this time."

Although he had been comatose, he had been able to hear what was happening outside and knew everything that had occurred in the room.

Ning Fan smiled and gave a dismissive gesture, "It’s nothing, merely a trivial effort."

With that, he prepared to leave with Su Qingcheng.

"Mr. Ning, why not stay for a few more days? Once I am a little better, you could accompany me back to the Hong Family?" Hong Haishi eagerly said, intending to keep Ning Fan, "I want to properly thank Mr. Ning."

The strength and medical skills Ning Fan had displayed made him feel that Ning Fan was a talent worth recruiting.

"No need, we were just passing through," Ning Fan declined and promptly left with Su Qingcheng.

Hong Qingyan saw them off and left behind Ning Fan’s contact information before parting.

Back in the room, Hong Haishi looked at his daughter’s reluctant expression and asked without any apparent reason, "Qing Yan, what do you think of that Mr. Ning?"

Hong Qingyan’s heart skipped a beat as she retorted, "Dad, what are you talking about? I don’t have those kinds of thoughts about Mr. Ning."

"Is that so? But your expression doesn’t seem to reflect that," Hong Haishi teased now that he was in better spirits, "You’ve never been so reluctant to part with a man before."

On hearing this, Hong Qingyan subconsciously recalled her past encounters, muttering, "But...Mr. Ning really is different from other men."

"It’s just, I don’t know when I’ll see him again."