Surge of Cultivation

Yan Ningzhi's body was still fine a while ago, how did she suddenly have this kind of fatal disease? Modern medicine was already so advanced, but it couldn't cure her? She was still young and had the same age as the flowers. Was she really going to pass away just like that? Could the diagnosis of the hospital be wrong?

Ye Qingdi's head buzzed and he kept telling himself in his heart that this was not true. It must be that he was hearing things.

"Congee woke up a little this morning, she told me to come home to her cell phone, said... He said that he wanted to talk to you again before he left so that he could hear your voice. This way, he wouldn't leave any regrets and can walk away peacefully … " Thinking that her daughter had been sentenced by a doctor to 'death type', and that it was highly likely that her soul would return to heaven in two days, Mother Yan could not help but feel sad. Her throat was choked with sobs, and she could no longer continue, her sobs growing louder and louder on the phone.

"Where did sister congee live in the courtyard?" Ye Qingdi asked anxiously.

"In their friendly hospital."

"I'll go right away!" Ye Qingdi immediately ended his call with Mother Yan.

He quickly returned to the front desk of the restaurant with a serious expression on his face. He glanced at his friends who came to celebrate his birthday and apologized, "Sorry everyone, I need to leave for the time being. I have a friend. I've got a serious illness, and the doctor has already sent a notice to her family. I have to go see her, I can't stay here with everyone … I'm sorry. "I'm sorry..."

He bowed deeply towards the crowd, and under everyone's astonished gaze, he flew out of the restaurant and left the "Treasure Heaven Hotel."

"What's going on? "Why did he suddenly leave?"

"Which friend of Emperor Ye Qing got sick?"

"The cake hasn't been cut yet! It wasn't easy for him to have a birthday properly … "

"I understand Emperor Ye Qing. He is just a loyal young man!"

"Is his friend seriously ill? Why don't we all go and take a look? "

"The point is, we don't know where his friend is hospitalized. How do we see him?"

"Call him on his phone and ask him …"

Everyone was discussing amongst themselves. Some of them had already taken out their cellphones to give Ye Qingdi, but no one answered.

Duanmu Rong stood up slowly without batting an eyelid and walked over to Duanmu Yan's side. She whispered a few words of advice to her, asking her to greet the guests for Ye Qingdi first before leaving hurriedly with a few bodyguards.

A moment later, the black car left the parking lot in front of the Tianbao Hotel and sped towards the Friendship Hospital.

… ….

After Ye Qingdi left the hotel, he did not stop anyone from taking a taxi. Instead, he used his full strength to move. He was not afraid of shocking the world as he took a shortcut towards the friendly hospital.

The hotel was quite a distance away from the friendly hospital, but the speed of Ye Qingdi's movement was extremely fast. In addition, he was burning with anxiety, so much that he had to rush to the hospital in the shortest amount of time possible. Under all his efforts to stimulate his Qi, he flew into the sky, his figure turning into a faint green shadow as he sped through the buildings in the city.

Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, the green battle pearl in Ye Qingdi's body was melting faster. At this moment, he had already squeezed himself into the ranks of the Morning Sun warriors, becoming one of the few experts that stood at the top of the pyramid of martial arts.

In this era where martial arts were prevalent, it was very common for people to see a martial artist revealing their strength on the streets. However, it was very rare for a martial artist to display his strength like Ye Qingdi, who was crazily flying around.

However, the strength of a Morning Sun martial artist was enough to dominate a region, and he did have the qualifications to boast about himself. Although Ye Qingdi's actions had violated the rules of the Federation and affected the normal life of the common people, who would dare to stop him?

Several teams of patrolmen also discovered that Ye Qingdi was in the air and worried that his actions would cause panic among the citizens. They immediately called for the headquarter and requested for reinforcements.

For a moment, the sound of sirens could be heard from above the city.

However, Ye Qingdi was definitely one of the most special martial artists of the federation. Every time he felt that he was about to lose his strength, there would be an inner breath that would be born from his Dantian, supporting him to continue forward. This way, when he arrived at the friendly hospital and landed in front of the hospital's Inpatient Department, he would only feel a little tired.

"Nurse, could I trouble you to help me find out which ward Yan Ningzhi lives in?" Ye Qingdi quickly walked to the inpatient department's desk and asked one of the nurses on duty.

After she got sick, most of the hospital staff felt sympathy for her. That nurse had a good relationship with Yan Ningzhi, and upon hearing Ye Qingdi's question, she gave him a puzzled look and asked, "Sir, are you Yan Ningzhi …"

"I am her friend … A good friend. I came over to visit her … "

Yan Ningzhi had a lot of suitors, and in just these few days, many men came over to ask about her. The nurse also thought that Ye Qingdi was one of them, and out of respect for Yan Ningzhi, she frowned and said, "Ningzhi's condition is very serious, I think … "She doesn't want anyone to disturb her at this time …"

"No, she will definitely meet me …" Ye Qingdi said loudly, "I just spoke to Sister Ningzhi's mother on the phone …. Sister congee wants to see me … "

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, the nurse hesitated and then said softly, "So it's like that …" "Go to ward 62 on the tenth floor …"

Ye Qingdi thanked him and rushed up the stairs to the 10th floor without taking the elevator.

In the ward on the tenth floor were all the critically ill patients, and some of the patients' families were sitting on the chairs in front of the ward. In the room on the tenth floor were all the critically ill patients, and some of the patients' families were sitting on the chairs in front of the ward.

The door to ward No. 62 was tightly shut. Ye Qingdi stood in front of the door and took in a deep breath. Then, he raised his arm and lightly knocked on the door a few times.

The door was gently opened by someone from the inside, and what entered his sight was the face of Mother Yan, which had lost a lot of weight.

"Auntie Yan …" Seeing that his mother seemed to have become a different person, and that she had obviously aged quite a bit, Ye Qingdi's heart ached as he softly called out to her.

"Emperor Qing, you … "You came …" When Mother Yan saw that it was him, her tears started to fall. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her eyes, then invited Ye Qingdi in. He passed out... "Come in..."

When Ye Qingdi followed his mother into the ward, he saw Yan Ningzhi's father sitting by the sickbed, staring blankly at his daughter who was lying flat on the sickbed. One of his hands was tightly holding onto his daughter's hand, as if he was afraid that his daughter would be taken away by the god of death if he let go of her hand.

Grief is greater than death.

The Yan family only had such a precious daughter, and the couple had always treated her like their own flesh and blood, pampering her dearly. When the doctors declared that Yan Ning Zhi's disease could not be cured, it was like a bolt from the blue. For the next two days, Father Yan did not sleep at all. He just sat by his daughter's bedside, muttering to himself and crying silently.

In contrast, it was Mother Yan who seemed stronger.

Seeing that his mother wanted to go over and call him Father Yan, Ye Qingdi hurriedly waved his hand to stop her. He sat down on the other side of the sickbed and focused his gaze on Yan Ningzhi's face.

Although she was unconscious, there seemed to be a trace of a gentle smile on her slightly raised lips. She reminded people of how gentle and beautiful she was before, but now, she only brought people a kind of silent and sad beauty, like a daffodil that was about to wither in the cold winter.

"Sister Congee …. Is there no hope? " Ye Qingdi felt as if his throat was being choked by someone.

"The doctor said... Maybe it can last 72 hours … " Mother Yan said.

"Nonsense, congealed lipids won't die!" Father Yan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted loudly.

Mother Yan was startled, then her eyes reddened, and she sobbed: "Lipid his dad … "Don't get excited..."

Ye Qingdi knew that his father's heart ached for his daughter, and he would not be able to accept the reality before him in a short period of time. His mind might have suffered from a little stimulation, he sighed, and said softly, "Uncle Yan, you're right, Ning Zhi won't die …" We must do everything we can to save her … "

"Lipid Condensation won't die … Right … "Lipid Condensation won't die …" Father Yan's gaze suddenly shifted to Ye Qingdi. After seeing his appearance, his eyes finally regained some color as he asked in a low voice, "Ye Qingdi, when did you arrive? When Ning Zhi was awake just now, she mentioned you … "

"I just arrived." Emperor Ye Qing stared at Yan Ningzhi's heart-wrenching pale face. He really hoped that she would suddenly open her eyes and say a few words to him.

There was a moment of silence in the room before Father Yan finally said with a trembling voice, "The doctor has already given the order. At most, he would only have 72 hours of life … She was such an obedient child. Why was her life so short? The heavens were unfair! It's so unfair! "

"Until the very last moment, you must not give up hope." Emperor Ye Qing said.

Father Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The medical standards of friendly hospitals are the best in the entire federation. If the doctors here say that there's no hope, then there's really no hope …" If only life could be replaced, I would be willing to use my own life to exchange for some congealed fat … "

Ye Qingdi sighed and suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He had trillions of his assets and the ability to improve rapidly, but he could only watch a close friend leave just like that.

Life was ultimately irreplaceable. However, if he could use all of his strength to save Yan Ningzhi, then he would be willing to give up all of it.