Meanwhile.
Sheng An, Qi Lingwu, and Song Linwei arrived at the hospital.
Qin Xuan had only just woken up. He opened his eyes and puckered his little mouth, looking aggrieved.
Before he could cry, Old Qin leaned his head over. "Hungry? The cafeteria here has lots of delicious food. You're a Superpower Person now, so the country will provide for you. Anything you want, you can have. Hehe."
Qin Xuan immediately stopped trying to cry.
He grinned, showing his little teeth. "Hehe."
Old Qin: "Hehehe."
Qin Xuan: "Hehehe."
Everyone else: "..."
Looking at their identical smiles...
Song Linwei looked disgusted. "Old Qin, don't lead your grandson astray."
Old Qin rubbed his nose and fell silent.
Business came first. Song Linwei stopped paying attention to him, bent down, and asked Qin Xuan about his prophecy concerning Sheng An.
His voice was very gentle, and he wore a warm smile.
But Qin Xuan shook his head. "Don't know."
Song Linwei's gentleness vanished in a second, replaced by anxiety. "How can you not know? What exactly happened to Sister Sheng? What did she say she was wrong about? What could make someone as composed as Sister Sheng admit she was wrong?"
Qin Xuan kept shaking his head, his voice childish. "Don't know."
Song Linwei clutched his head in despair. "How can you not know anything? A prophecy with no beginning or end... ugh, doesn't that just make things even more confusing?!"
Old Qin timidly interjected, "Are you really pinning your hopes on a three-year-old?"
Song Linwei: "..."
That made so much fucking sense.
He was actually pinning his hopes on a three-year-old...
Sheng An gazed at Qin Xuan lying in bed.
She wasn't particularly curious about this seemingly ominous prophecy, but if Qin Xuan's Prophecy was real... they might be able to obtain