My Life is Over! Do You Mind Having Another Son?

"Bam."

The ward door burst open, and a young nurse walked in.

"Someone help! The patient's trying to kill himself!"

A startled cry echoed through the room. Ye Bufan looked up in confusion, his small hand twitching involuntarily.

"Kill myself? Me?"

Suddenly, Ye Bufan froze.

He stiffly lowered his head, staring blankly at the silver needle piercing his skin.

Oh no!

This humble life is done for!

Then he collapsed rigidly.

"Oh no, the patient's passed out."

The next second, a flood of people crowded in.

"What happened?"

The nurse pointed at the silver needle on Ye Bufan, opening and closing her mouth without a word.

Half an hour later, Lin Chongwu rushed to the hospital upon receiving the news, frantic with worry.

Ye Bufan was his only hope for a breakthrough—he absolutely couldn't afford any mistakes.

"Elder Lin."

The lead physician's expression was tense.

"What the hell are you people doing?!"

Lin Chongwu's voice was low, thick with simmering rage. "If he doesn't wake up, you can all expect to be fired!"

The group trembled in fear, heads bowed, too afraid to argue, faces tinged with dread.

First, because this was indeed their negligence—who would've thought a perfectly fine person would suddenly try to kill himself?

Second, this old man could have them fired with a single word, and maybe even worse.

After all, facing a behemoth like the Lin Family, they were nothing but ants.

An "accident" like a car crash could happen any day!

"Elder Lin, the patient's only temporarily unconscious, but..."

Hearing that Ye Bufan wasn't dead, Lin Chongwu breathed a slight sigh of relief, then snapped, "But what?"

"Because the silver needle went too deep, it could damage the nerves and cause paralysis."

"Paralysis my ass. A bunch of quacks."

Just then, Ye Bufan sat bolt upright on the hospital bed, glaring furiously at everyone.

"Young Friend Ye, you're awake."

Lin Chongwu waved his hand, shooing the crowd out.

Damn, if I hadn't woken up, I might've ended up amputated.

Though he'd been unconscious, Ye Bufan had heard every word of the conversation.

Afraid those quacks might do something stupid, he'd forcibly channeled his inner energy to stimulate his brain nerves, snapping himself awake.

But that had worsened his internal injuries, leaving him temporarily unable to use his inner energy—meaning he couldn't treat himself with the silver needle's qi transfer.

"Elder Lin, thank you."

After a moment to recover, Ye Bufan spoke solemnly.

Lin Chongwu's earlier words had moved him deeply. He hadn't expected anyone besides Qingcheng and the others to care so much.

"Young Friend, you're too kind. It's only right."

"Elder Lin, would you mind having another son?"

Ye Bufan grasped Lin Chongwu's hand, his tone utterly serious.

Cough, cough—

Lin Chongwu was stroking his beard when Ye Bufan's sudden words caught him off guard, and he yanked out a tuft of whiskers.

Were young people these days so forward?

"Young Friend, what do you mean? Surely you're joking?"

Lin Chongwu's expression stiffened, unsure what Ye Bufan was playing at.

Ye Bufan shook his head, his face earnest.

"Ye Bufan has drifted through half a life with no roots. Elder Lin, if you don't mind, I wish to take you as my adoptive father."

This was the result of his careful deliberation.

The Jiang Family held great power. If he wanted to go up against Jiang Cheng, he needed strength to match theirs.

The Lin Family was a fine choice. Once he became Lin Chongwu's adopted son, he could tap into the Lin Family's resources, and perhaps even take control of it down the line.

All it cost was one word—Dad. This deal was a sure win.

Earning his way with skill—nothing shameful about that.

In short, Ye Bufan had decided he didn't want to struggle anymore.

Lin Chongwu's mouth twitched wildly, but inside, he began to weigh the matter.

"In that case, I'll go along with what the young friend says."

Ye Bufan's face lit up with joy, and he seized the moment to call out, "Adoptive Father."

"Haha~"

Lin Chongwu patted Ye Bufan on the shoulder with satisfaction, then called Lin Pengwen in.

"Pengwen, from today on, Bufan is your younger brother."

"Elder Brother above, please accept a bow from your younger brother."

Lin Pengwen: "..."

At the Lu Family, Jiang Cheng pressed the doorbell.

Before long, an elderly man with white hair opened the door, his voice a bit hoarse.

"Young Master Jiang."

"Butler Lu, is Lu Ming home?"

"Brother Cheng, you're here."

Lu Ming spotted Jiang Cheng, hurried down the stairs, and gave him a bear hug on the spot.

Jiang Cheng pushed Lu Ming away with a look of disgust.

"Where are Uncle and Auntie?"

Lu Ming curled his lip. "Where else would they be but at the company?"

As he spoke, his expression dimmed a little, though he forced a smile.

Jiang Cheng sighed. Because Lu Tiannan and his wife were tied up with the Lu Group, they were rarely home, so Lu Ming had basically been left to his own devices.

When they were kids, while others had their parents around, Lu Ming would come home from school alone in a luxury car, lonely.

In that environment, Lu Ming grew withdrawn and was picked on and bullied.

It was Jiang Cheng who stepped up, and over time, Lu Ming slowly became his little brother.

"Not going to offer me a cup of tea?"

"You bet."

Lu Ming grinned, his mood lifting a lot.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Cheng looked around the room.

His purpose in coming was to check things out and ask about Lu Tiannan's daily habits.

A man in the prime of his life—how could he die of heart and lung failure for no reason?

"Brother Cheng, this is my dad's prized Maofeng Tea."

Just then, Lu Ming came over with the tea.

"How's Uncle Lu been feeling lately?"

As Lu Ming poured the tea, Jiang Cheng casually brought it up.

"Does ordering ten hookers in one go count as good?"

Huh?!

The next question Jiang Cheng was about to ask got stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, then closed it.

He couldn't just tell Lu Ming straight out that his dad would die of heart and lung failure—that would only make the kid worry.

Being the older brother, he sure had his hands full!

Figuring he wouldn't get anything useful out of this, Jiang Cheng took a casual stroll around the Lu Family to see if he could find any clues.

But after searching the whole place, he found nothing.

"I've got things to do, so I'll head out now."

Jiang Cheng said his goodbyes to Lu Ming and left.

Ding~

Just as he got in the car, A Long called.

"Young Master, Ye Bufan committed suicide."

Pfft!

Jiang Cheng's eyes went wide. The Protagonist... killed himself?

A little setback like that couldn't be enough to push him over the edge, could it?

"But he didn't succeed."

A Long told Jiang Cheng everything that had happened at the hospital.

That wasn't suicide at all—it was clearly Ye Bufan trying to treat his own injuries with silver needles, only to have his hand shake by accident.

Jiang Cheng saw right through what Ye Bufan was scheming.

Mm... got it!

Jiang Cheng was delighted. Though he didn't know the cause of Lu Tiannan's illness, he had a way to save Lu Tiannan's life.

After all, Ye Bufan had swallowed a Heavenly Mountain Ice Toad whole by sheer chance, making him immune to all poisons.

And with a wonder like the Ice Toad, even raising the dead and regrowing bones was hardly surprising.

Ye Bufan only fully absorbed its medicinal power after becoming a Grandmaster.

In other words, the current Ye Bufan was practically a walking human treasure of medicine!

Use him—he had to be put to good use.

You could always count on the Protagonist when it really mattered.

Jiang Cheng stroked his chin, already plotting how to bleed Ye Bufan dry...