Chapter 021: Terminal Cancer

Zhao Feng smiled. “Zhao Feng, son of Zhao Jun.”

Li Changqing nodded. “Your father’s situation is extremely complicated, you need to know—”

Before Li Changqing could finish, Zhao Feng interrupted him.

“Chief Li, you may not realize it yet, but you won’t live for more than a few years.”

“Outrageous!” Wang Meng, who stood by, instantly became angry and shouted.

Wang Meng pointed at Zhao Feng furiously, “Are you threatening Chief Li? I know you’re good at fighting, but this is a civilized society! Your methods won’t work here!”

Li Changqing was also somewhat annoyed. “You little brat, are you trying to intimidate me? Is this your way of saving your father?”

Zhao Feng shook his head. “If I really wanted to use force, I wouldn’t have bothered with all of this.”

Wang Meng stepped forward, just about to speak, but Li Changqing raised his right hand, signaling him to remain calm.

Li Changqing looked steadily at Zhao Feng. “Zhao Feng, is it? What do you mean by that?”

Zhao Feng chuckled and shook his head. “Are you truly unaware of your own condition? Or are you just deceiving yourself?”

Li Changqing was taken aback.

Outwardly calm, Li Changqing’s heart was in turmoil.

Zhao Feng slowly enunciated four words: “Terminal cancer.”

A shockwave seemed to run through Li Changqing. This Zhao Feng had stated his diagnosis, word for word. He had never told anyone—not even his own wife.

“Outrageous!” Wang Meng shouted, “You insolent child, spreading rumors to confuse people!”

Zhao Feng shrugged. “Believe it or not.”

Wang Meng snorted. “Guards! Arrest him!”

Led by Xiao Liu, several guards closed in on Zhao Feng, rifles at the ready, waiting for Wang Meng’s command.

But Zhao Feng remained completely at ease.

At this moment, Chen Lan, Chen Ying, and Wang Xiaoyun were all paralyzed with fear. Even Liang He was shocked.

Regaining his composure, Liang He hurried to explain, “There’s been a misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!”

But Xiao Liu and the other guards did not hesitate, their rifles trained on Zhao Feng.

Just then, Li Changqing spoke.

Li Changqing took a deep breath. “How did you know?”

“What?” Everyone was stunned—Wang Meng, Liang He, even Li Changqing’s secretary.

All eyes turned to Li Changqing in astonishment.

Wang Meng forced out a stiff laugh. “Chief Li, what did you just say?”

Li Changqing sighed. “I might as well tell you the truth. This young man… what he said is correct. I do have terminal cancer, but I haven’t told a single soul.”

He shook his head. “Before I die, I wanted to solve one more major case. That’s why I came here, to take over Zhao Jun’s case.”

Li Changqing gazed at Zhao Feng. “Zhao Feng, how did you know I’m in the late stages of cancer?”

Zhao Feng smiled mysteriously. “Not only do I know you have terminal cancer, I can also give you another ten years of life. I wouldn’t dare promise more, but ten years is certainly possible.”

“Nonsense!” Wang Meng shouted. “You’re just spouting lies! Who can cure cancer?”

Zhao Feng laughed coldly. “I didn’t say cure. I said, live another ten years.”

“Rubbish!” Wang Meng swore. “That’s impossible!”

Li Changqing’s expression darkened.

He spoke gravely, “Zhao Feng, I admit I’m surprised you could see through my illness. But do you take me for a fool?”

Zhao Feng shrugged. “Are you not tormented every night, unable to sleep, with pain in your left arm as if it were being slashed by a knife?”

Li Changqing’s face turned ashen. “How do you know that?”

Zhao Feng laughed softly, mysterious. “According to your doctor’s diagnosis, you have half a year left to live. Am I right?”

Li Changqing nodded. “That’s correct.”

Zhao Feng continued, “And you’ve already undergone three rounds of chemotherapy in secret.”

Li Changqing was utterly astounded.

He stared at Zhao Feng. “You can see even that?”

Zhao Feng nodded with a smile.

Li Changqing took a deep breath. “Who exactly are you?”

Zhao Feng smiled. “You may think of me as a doctor. And now, you can either believe me, or wait six months to see what happens.”

Li Changqing was decisive. He gritted his teeth. “Fine, I believe you.”

“Bingo! Congratulations on making the right choice.”

Though Li Changqing had chosen to trust Zhao Feng, he was still uneasy.

He took another deep breath. “How do I put my trust in you?”

Zhao Feng only smiled, saying nothing.

In truth, what Zhao Feng did not say was that Li Changqing’s illness was a minor problem for him, and curing it was not impossible.

After all, cultivation is about refining both body and mind. Caring for one’s own health, resolving one’s own ailments, and through such practice, achieving liberation and success in this very life.

Zhao Feng smiled. “Chief Li, I can treat your illness. But for now, I have a small request.”

Li Changqing nodded. “I understand—you want to see your father, right?”

Zhao Feng nodded with a gentle smile.

Li Changqing chuckled. “Now you finally look like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old student. Just now, you were so composed, so mature—like an old sage.”

Zhao Feng said nothing, only smiling.

Li Changqing waved his hand. Wang Meng hurried to his side, his face grim. After all, he had failed to fulfill his promise to Young Master, and who knew how he would be reprimanded.

Wang Meng asked uneasily, “Chief Li, what is it?”

Li Changqing gestured. “Let’s go inside and see Zhao Jun.”

Wang Meng wiped the sweat from his brow. “Yes, yes, of course.”

Zhao Feng went to Chen Lan, taking her hand. “Mom, don’t worry. Let’s go in and see Dad.”

Chen Lan, overjoyed and in tears, nodded emphatically. “Yes, yes!”

Xiao Liu and the others were sweating coldly, not daring to delay. They quickly opened the gates of the fifth prison.

Everyone entered and waited in the visiting room.

Zhao Feng and Chen Lan were both excited, Chen Lan especially so, unable to sit still.

A moment later, the sound of rattling chains echoed. Zhao Jun hobbled to the other side of the glass and sat down on the bench.

Chen Lan broke down in tears at once.

Zhao Feng’s expression turned grim. “Dad, are you all right?”

Zhao Jun shook his head and forced a cheerful expression. “Son, dear, I’m fine. There’s no need to worry about me.”

Chen Lan sobbed uncontrollably.

Zhao Jun became anxious. “Son, comfort your mother, quickly!”

Zhao Feng nodded, patting Chen Lan gently on the back. “Mom, don’t cry. Dad will be all right.”