Qin Fen had always rejected the identity of God, but at this moment, he roared inwardly, I am who I am. I come from eternity and lead to eternity. I am the origin of all things, and all glory shall belong to me.
Whoever believes in me shall have eternal life! Go, go to Heaven. I will bless you. As long as you are well, my skies will be clear. Watch over your child from Heaven, and bless her with a healthy, happy childhood, free of illness and disaster!
For the first time, Qin Fen faced this misunderstanding head-on. He did not mind being God for once, nor did he mind being misunderstood. At least his conscience would be clear. He would do what he could. Although this could not erase the pain in a little girl's heart, he still acted without hesitation.
Everyone watched Big Chef with aching hearts.
"Ah, young Qin has lost his mind," an old man said, shaking his head.
"We should try talking some sense into the boy later. My heart aches too. How old is that little girl? What a terrible blow!" The old woman's eyes grew moist, but things like this were all too common.
"Go talk to him. There's no saving her. She's brain-dead!" Another old man looked uneasy. The older people grew, the more they feared death. Faced with it now, they felt the same pain and thought of what awaited them.
"Foolish!" Lan Yibing said coldly as he arrived. What could anyone do about birth, aging, sickness, and death?
The elderly people nearby glared at him.
"Am I wrong? Is this something he can change?" Lan Yibing watched Qin Fen with a smile curling his lips. It seemed the man did have a weakness after all. Softhearted sentimentality!
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