Becoming Jun Wudao's Benefactor!

Zhang Lingyi's face turned pale, his expression heavy with regret. He let out a long, defeated sigh.

"Maybe… it's all my fault. I pushed them all away myself."

"I thought my cousin couldn't possibly have good intentions."

"I assumed he was scheming something, but I never expected…"

Ling Qingxiao's expression darkened, her anger bubbling to the surface.

"You—you idiot!"

Her hand shot forward, ready to smack Zhang Lingyi, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Instead, she twisted his ear with a sharp glare.

"You're such a fool! How could you make such a big decision on your own without even consulting me?"

"Do you have any idea what your cousin went through for you? He fought off a gang of Shen family thugs by himself! If your eldest sister hadn't arrived in time, he might have been seriously hurt—or worse!"

Zhang Lingyi's heart sank, and guilt overwhelmed him.

"He… actually did that?"

He clenched his fists, his remorse evident.

"I've been so blind, judging a noble heart with a villain's suspicions. I'm… I'm so sorry…"

Regret, guilt, and self-loathing churned within Zhang Lingyi like a storm.

Since childhood, his mother's teachings had planted seeds of distrust. He had always seen Feng Xian as nothing more than a rival, an enemy—not family.

But today, Feng Xian had risked his life for him.

The weight of it all was too much to bear. A sharp, metallic taste filled Zhang Lingyi's throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ling Qingxiao's eyes widened in alarm. "Xiaoyi! Are you okay?!"

Zhang Lingyi pressed a hand to his chest, his face pale. He shook his head weakly, as if everything he touched today turned to disaster.

"I'm fine… You two should go. I need some time to think."

Ling Qingxiao hesitated but finally nodded. She exchanged a glance with Mu Chuyun before both quietly left the ward.

Outside, Mu Chuyun glanced through the glass window at Zhang Lingyi, his gaze contemplative. Then he turned to Ling Qingxiao.

"Godmother, he just needs some space to calm down. Let him process things on his own for now."

"I'll head back to the Martial Arts Association and take care of some matters. Call me if anything urgent comes up."

Ling Qingxiao nodded in understanding, and Mu Chuyun left.

---

Elsewhere in the hospital

Feng Xian, unaware of the emotional storm he had inadvertently caused, made his way to Jun Wushang's VIP ward.

Just as he raised his hand to knock, chaos erupted inside.

"Something's wrong!"

"Call the doctor!"

The door burst open, and several attendants rushed out in a panic, leaving Jun Wushang alone on the hospital bed.

Feng Xian's expression turned grim as he entered the room. Jun Wushang lay there, his face ashen and his breathing shallow. His features were twisted in pain, his body motionless.

"These useless people," Feng Xian muttered under his breath.

Had he not arrived at that moment, Jun Wushang might have succumbed before the doctors returned. Without hesitation, Feng Xian sprang into action.

He remembered from the original story that the Pure Yang Supreme Art could cure even dire conditions like this. Zhang Lingyi had mastered it much later, but Feng Xian intended to use this opportunity to have Jun Wushang owe him a significant favor.

He swiftly unbuttoned Jun Wushang's shirt and pressed his index and middle fingers against key acupuncture points.

The technique, known as "acupoint exhaust," involved channeling pure energy through the patient's meridians to expel impurities and stabilize their condition.

Golden energy flowed through Feng Xian's fingertips, visibly coursing beneath Jun Wushang's skin. His body convulsed slightly as the energy gathered at his head.

Jun Wushang's mouth opened, releasing a large breath of turbid air. The tension in his features eased, and his breathing steadied.

Feng Xian checked his pulse one last time, satisfied that the crisis had passed.

Just as he pulled his hand away, an angry shout rang out.

"Stop! What the hell are you doing to my father?!"

Feng Xian turned to see a young man storm into the room, flanked by several attendants. The newcomer bore a striking resemblance to Jun Wushang.

This must be Jun Wudao, the young master of the Jun family.

Jun Wudao, though shorter than Feng Xian, was brimming with arrogance. He grabbed Feng Xian's arm with surprising strength.

"You're not a doctor! What are you doing here? What are your intentions?!"

"Someone, grab him! Call the police!"

The attendants rolled up their sleeves, ready to pounce.

Feng Xian's eyes narrowed. "You're really blind to good intentions."

He clenched his fists, prepared to defend himself, but a sultry voice interrupted.

"Wait!"

A woman with a curvaceous figure sashayed into the room, her presence commanding attention.

"This is a misunderstanding," she said with a smile, pointing at Feng Xian. "We're all friends here. This is Feng Xian, president of the Feng Group—not some criminal."

Jun Wudao sneered. "Feng Xian? Oh, so he's just another loser from the Feng family."

Smack!

The room fell silent as Jun Wudao staggered, clutching his swollen cheek.

Jun Wushang, now sitting up in bed, had delivered the slap with surprising strength.

"You ignorant brat!" Jun Wushang barked, his voice hoarse but firm. "Don't call me Dad if you can't show respect!"

Jun Wudao, stunned, stammered, "Dad… you're awake!"

"Of course, I'm awake!" Jun Wushang glared at his son before turning to Feng Xian with a more composed expression.

"Young man, I owe you an apology. My son is uneducated, and his words were offensive. I can't thank you enough for saving my life."

Jun Wudao's jaw dropped. "What?! He saved you?!"

Another slap from Jun Wushang silenced him.

"Speak respectfully, boy! This man is our benefactor!"

Jun Wudao muttered a half-hearted apology. "Sorry…"

Jun Wushang rolled his eyes, exasperated, and turned back to Feng Xian with a deep bow.

"Young man, I, Jun Wushang, always repay my debts. I'll never forget this favor."

Feng Xian smirked. This was exactly what he had been waiting for.

'Mission accomplished.'

###

Stones And Stones... That's what keeps this novel alive, so make sure to throw all your stones on!