Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1132 - 1135: The Man Who Controls Everything Stands Firm Through Wind and Rain 4

At this moment, Nan Baihao suddenly felt a bit envious of Hua Hua. Hua Hua wasn’t here, so he didn’t have to experience the chaotic, oppressive, and melancholic emotions Baihao was dealing with right now!

"Baihao, I can’t spar with you anymore. Since we can’t determine the winner, I can’t give you the medicine."

Hearing this from his elder brother, Nan Baihao instinctively blurted out, "You’re insane!"

A grown man wiping away tears is a shameful thing. Before the tears could roll down, Baihao turned away, not wanting to engage with his elder brother’s playful antics. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Brother, I’m going to oversee the security arrangements here!"

If his brother was going to live here, the priority was setting up impeccable security. Reliable people also needed to be arranged to take care of him. There was no room for sorrow in this world; a slew of tasks awaited them.

"I’ll go make arrangements too, and come back later. When I return, I’ll bring a chessboard. I’ll keep you company and play a game with you," Bai Wuqing said as he promptly left, following suit. No one wanted to stay in this room watching their elder brother pretend to be strong!

Only Yan Fengchi remained, as he had nothing to do and couldn’t find an excuse to leave, so he stayed.

Dragging a chair, he sat by the bedside, quietly observing the experts who were reorganizing the once-cozy bedroom.

Gradually, the large pieces of equipment started filling up this warm space.

Then, the experts left the room again, moving on to discussing one-on-one treatment plans. Meetings ensued, disagreements flared, voices grew loud, arguments escalated. Even after heated debates, consensus was still hard to achieve, and decisions had to be made by voting.

Gu Shaocheng found this intensely boring. Suppressing his inner irritation, he tried to amuse others, but no one acknowledged his efforts — instead treating him like a lunatic. Realizing nobody was buying into his lightheartedness, he gradually sobered up.

"Little Four, go call all the bodyguards outside in here. I need to speak with them."

Yan Fengchi nodded briefly, and soon, a group of bodyguards — who frequented this sanatorium — filed in, standing neatly in rows.

Each of them was a handsome young man, all trusted aides of Gu Shaocheng.

There was no need for deliberate secrecy anymore, because it was simply impossible to hide. In truth, they’d already suspected that their master’s health might be declining. Hearing Gu Shaocheng confirm it in person was like a thunderclap on a sunny day; it wasn’t something they could immediately come to terms with.

If this were a scene from a movie, Chenxing thought, the camera would surely focus on the bodyguards while Shaocheng’s words served as the voiceover.

On screen, a variety of expressions would continually play out.

"There’s something I haven’t said, but I think you all already know."

"I’m sick. Lou Gehrig’s disease."

"Back when my mother was exhumed, you were all present. You should know what kind of disease this is."

"I don’t want to dwell on whether I’m lucky or unlucky — the fact is that misfortune has struck me. The experts at Xiyuan give me hope that they’ll do their utmost to help me recover. I also believe that I, Gu Shaocheng, won’t die so easily! But no one can predict the future. You all have been my trusted aides for a long time. I want to ask you one thing now: Can I trust you? Can I entrust my life and my safety to you?"

When he asked this question, his tone was actually quite casual.

It was as light as discussing the weather.

But Chenxing noticed that the varied expressions of the bodyguards eventually all transformed into resolute determination.

"Sir, I’m not good at saying sentimental stuff. All I know is, as long as you’re here, I’ll remain loyal to you. I will never betray you. Betrayal isn’t a word that exists in my dictionary, not as Leng Tong."