Midnight.

After leaving the Hongbao Auction House, Fang Ruoxue immediately had her female assistant send one Spirit Crane Pill to Liu Bingyue, while she and Fang Jiayun took another to the Fang Family ancestral hall.

Ever since her husband Zhou Yao was injured and became a vegetative state, she had been waiting for this day every moment.

"Husband, I found the Spirit Crane Pill!"

"You’re saved..."

Fang Family ancestral hall.

In the underground secret chamber.

Tears welled up in the beautiful eyes of Fang Ruoxue as she carefully pried open Zhou Yao’s mouth and placed the Spirit Crane Pill inside.

Fang Jiayun stood by the bedside, hands clasped in prayer, her eyes glistening with tears, watching her father with nervous anticipation.

"Dad, you must get better!"

"..."

After a brief wait, Zhou Yao, lying on the bed, suddenly turned red all over, and a milky white True Qi emanated from his body like thick fog.

"Ugh... it hurts!"

Hearing Zhou Yao able to cry out in pain, Fang Ruoxue’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly sat by the bed to check on him.

"Husband, how do you feel?"

Zhou Yao’s body trembled like a sieve, drenched in sweat, yet he gritted his teeth and slowly sat up with a smile mixed with pain, speaking with difficulty, "Such a pure Spirit Crane Pill... who on earth refined it?"

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s eyes showed a hint of complexity, involuntarily recalling Sun Zhe.

Zhou Yao weakly smiled, "Ruoxue, Yun’er... thanks to this Spirit Crane Pill, I feel much better."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue and Fang Jiayun exchanged glances, smiles appearing on their faces.

Zhou Yao looked up at Fang Ruoxue’s exquisite face, lifting a trembling hand to gently caress her cheek, his fierce eyes gradually moistening.

"Ruoxue, all these years... you’ve had it hard."

Fang Ruoxue held his hand against her face, shaking her head with a smile, "Husband, for you, it’s all worth it."

Then.

Zhou Yao turned to look at Fang Jiayun, who somewhat resembled Fang Ruoxue, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I’m sorry, Yun’er, that I couldn’t be there for you all these years."

Fang Jiayun wiped away tears, smiling as she said, "What are you talking about, Dad? Aren’t you with me every day?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yao laughed heartily, coughing painfully a few times, and said, "Right, Yun’er, didn’t you say last time that you wanted to become a big star on your own merits, without the family’s help? How is that going now?"

Upon hearing this, the mother and daughter simultaneously fell silent, their faces turning somewhat unsightly.

Fang Jiayun instantly recalled the humiliation from Sun Zhe, her eyes filled with extreme resentment, yet she didn’t know how to explain these matters to Zhou Yao.

"Yun’er, what’s wrong?"

"Uh... nothing, Dad. Actually, I’m no longer in the entertainment industry."

Zhou Yao smiled, "I see, that’s fine. The entertainment circle isn’t a good place anyway. Once I’m fully recovered, I’ll accompany you to... ugh!"

No sooner had he spoken, his brows furrowed suddenly, clutching his chest, his expression full of pain.

Seeing this, Fang Jiayun’s face turned pale with shock, "Dad, what’s wrong?!"

"Puh—!"

Zhou Yao tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the blood mist under the room’s light resembling a layer of red gauze.

In the incredulous eyes of the mother and daughter, Zhou Yao fell powerlessly onto the bed, his body visibly withering.

"Husband! Husband!"

"Zhou Yao, what’s happening to you?!"

"Dad, don’t scare me!"

"..."

The mother and daughter were both tearful, anxiously at a loss for what to do.

Zhou Yao slowly opened his eyes, pupils gradually unfocusing, softly said, "Ruoxue, Yun’er, I’m sorry... I’m useless... you two must... take care..."

"No, it won’t be, husband, I won’t let anything happen to you!"

Panic-stricken, Fang Ruoxue was drenched in fragrant sweat, suddenly looking at Fang Ruoxue, "Yun’er, quickly get the doctor in here!"

"..."

...

After some time.

A few privately hired doctors in white coats stood in front of the bed, all shaking their heads helplessly and sighing longingly.

After exchanging glances among themselves, the lead doctor came forward and said, "President, please accept our condolences."

"Condolences my ass!"

Fang Ruoxue’s eyes were bloodshot, like a furious, mindless mother beast, hurling a curse at the doctor.

"If anything happens to my husband, all you worthless bunch will join him in the grave!"

The doctor shuddered, cold sweat dripping down his back, speaking with a forced calm, "I’m sorry, President, we are truly helpless."

"In this condition, even a deity couldn’t offer a solution."

"After lying bedridden for so long, the husband’s meridians are blocked and weak, incapable of withstanding the medicinal power of the Spirit Crane Pill."

"Ideally, President, you should have diluted the Spirit Crane Pill and administered it bit by bit, but you... you directly gave a whole one..."

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s beautiful eyes trembled, an abyss of regret surging within, "Get out, all of you get out, useless trash!"

Shortly after.

After the private doctors had left, Fang Jiayun approached, clutching Fang Ruoxue’s arm, and asked tearfully, "Mom, what should we do now? Dad is already..."

Fang Ruoxue looked at Zhou Yao with a face full of guilt, tears streaming down her face like crystals, "Husband, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault... I was too anxious and ended up hurting you."

"I thought that once you took the Spirit Crane Pill, you would..."

At this point, Fang Ruoxue suddenly froze, abruptly turning to Fang Jiayun.

Frightened, Fang Jiayun startled, "Mom, what’s wrong?"

Fang Ruoxue hastily said, "Sun Zhe, this Spirit Crane Pill was refined by Sun Zhe!"

"Since he can refine such an elixir, it means he must know some medicine."

Upon hearing this, Fang Jiayun was momentarily stunned, suddenly feeling a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Actually, both mother and daughter knew well that Sun Zhe wasn’t some quack who had harmed those patients; it was the Fang Family that bribed those patients to falsely accuse Sun Zhe.

"But mom, with things like this between us and Sun Zhe, would he even help us?"

Fang Ruoxue took a deep breath and said, "We can’t care about that now. Hurry up and find his number, contact him, and have him come here immediately!"

"..."

...

On the other side.

Yang City First-class Villa District.

Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan returned home, and as soon as they walked through the door, they entangled with each other, kissing their way from the living room door to the sofa.

"Hurry up, you little rascal, I want it!"

Zhu Yan, breathing rapidly, hugged Sun Zhe around the neck, pulling him onto the sofa with her.

Already burning with desire and impatience, Sun Zhe didn’t waste a word, adjusting his position to kneel in front of Zhu Yan, hoisting her silk-clad legs onto his shoulders, just about to get down to business when his phone suddenly rang.

"Damn, who is it!"

Sun Zhe cursed through gritted teeth, reluctantly jumping off the sofa, retrieving his pants Zhu Yan had stripped off and thrown on the floor, and fished out his phone, seeing it was a local number from Yang City, he pressed to answer.

"Hello?"

On the line, an angry female voice suddenly blared, "Sun Zhe! Where are you?"

Recognizing the voice instantly, Sun Zhe frowned slightly.

"Fang Jiayun?"

"..."