Chapter 512: Don’t Be So Pessimistic

In the taxi, the driver’s phone rang.

“Hey, honey!”

“Ye Jun, come here quickly. Our son is going to die.”

A woman’s cry came from the other end.

The driver, Ye Jun, tensed up and quickly asked, “Honey, what happened to our son?”

“Our son… he’s about to die. Wuwu…”

“Honey, don’t cry. I’ll be right there. Tell me where you are first.”

“I’m at *** hospital. Come here quickly, wuwuwu…”

After hanging up, Ye Jun’s expression turned extremely ugly. His heart ached as if he was about to lose something.

“Immortal, I’m really sorry. Something happened at home, and I have to go over, so…” Ye Jun forced a smile.

Qin Chuan had overheard their conversation.

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I understand.”

“Immortal, I’ll drop you off nearby. I won’t charge the fare.”

Ye Jun took out the supreme-grade spirit stones that Qin Chuan had given him earlier.

“I’ve already given you this money. How can I take it back?” said Qin Chuan. “Why don’t you bring me with you? Perhaps I can help.”

He was doing this to recruit more ordinary people.

Ye Jun did not refuse.

As a paragon, the Immortal was resourceful. If his son was really dying, as his wife said, the Immortal might be able to help him.

Then, the driver regained control of the car, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to the hospital.

After leaving the expressway, Ye Jun didn’t care about the traffic rules and drove at high speed.

The journey that would usually take more than an hour was completed in less than half an hour.

When he arrived at the hospital, Ye Jun quickly called his wife.

“Honey, I’m here. Where are you guys?”

“Eighth-floor resuscitation room!”

“Eighth floor… eighth floor!” Ye Jun rushed to the elevator.

It was currently the peak hour, and there were at least 30 people waiting at the elevator.

This made Ye Jun anxious.

Qin Chuan patted him on the back.

“Immortal…”

Qin Chuan chuckled and placed his hand on his back. Then, the two of them disappeared like air.

The people waiting were shocked.

By the time Ye Jun came back to his senses, he was already on the eighth floor.

There was no time for him to be surprised. He quickly ran to the emergency room.

There were no less than 200 emergency rooms on the entire eighth floor.

At this moment, Ye Jun’s mind was blank. He didn’t even think of calling his wife and just searched every room one by one.

Fortunately, a woman in the corridor far away called out to him loudly.

That was his wife.

Ye Jun immediately ran over.

“Honey… our son, he…” Ye Jun was out of breath and covered in sweat. His eyes were filled with worry.

His wife had long been reduced to a sobbing mess. She was holding several critical condition notices in her hands.

“Our son is being resuscitated, but a doctor came out a few minutes ago and told us to be mentally prepared.”

Ye Jun pulled her into his arms and patted her back gently. “It’s fine. Our son will be fine. He will definitely make it.”

Even though he said that, he was more worried than anyone else.

Qin Chuan walked over.

Seeing this husband and wife leaning against each other, he didn’t know how to greet them.

When Ye Jun saw Qin Chuan, he let go of his wife and hurriedly wiped his tears.

“Honey, let me introduce you. This is Immortal Qin,” said Ye Jun.

“Immortal?” The woman was stunned.

She stared at Qin Chuan in disbelief, then at her husband.

Ye Jun said, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you in detail when our son has overcome the difficulties.”

“Which way is the emergency room for our son?”

“Come with me.”

The three of them then walked towards the emergency room where Ye Jun’s son was.

At this moment, the red lights in the resuscitation room were flashing. Although they couldn’t see the situation inside, it seemed very busy.

Ye Jun went to get two glasses of water and handed them to his wife and Qin Chuan.

“Honey, what happened to our son? Why is he in this state?” asked Ye Jun anxiously.

The woman said, “I heard from his classmate that he was pushed by a very young cultivator?”

Ye Jun was shocked. “Immortal cultivator?”

The woman continued, “It’s the weekend, so Chen’er asked his classmate out to play basketball.

“You know that Chen’er is stronger because he exercises every day.

“When they were playing basketball, he threw the ball askew. Unexpectedly, a cultivator happened to pass by, and the ball happened to hit him.

“Chen’er immediately ran over to apologize, but who the immortal cultivator would send him flying…”

At this point, the mother could not stop her tears from flowing. She was crying so badly.

Ye Jun pulled her into his arms again and comforted her softly.

All parents were like this when their children were in trouble.

Qin Chuan sat at the side. His divine consciousness had already entered the resuscitation room.

It was very spacious inside, the size of five football fields.

There weren’t many doctors here. There were probably only about 200 of them, mainly robots with extremely high intelligence.

Following his bloodline aura, Qin Chuan quickly locked onto a bed.

The resuscitation beds here were similar to hibernation cabins.

A sunny boy around 14 or 15 years old was lying inside with a few robots standing beside him.

Qin Chuan couldn’t understand the numbers displayed at the front, but from the aura, this boy’s situation wasn’t optimistic.

Although his body was not obviously injured and his complexion was normal, his life essence was being lost. Moreover, there was no good way to stop it at the moment.

Qin Chuan did some calculations. If this continued, he would only be able to hold on for half an hour at most.

At this moment, a female doctor walked over.

The doctor looked at the data and couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh.

Then, she walked out of the resuscitation room.

When Ye Jun’s wife saw the female doctor running over, she quickly asked, “Doctor, how is my son? Has he gotten better?”

Ye Jun’s eyes were filled with anticipation, hoping that the doctor would bring good news.

The female doctor shook her head and said, “Ye Chen’s father and mother, we’ve already done our best.

“Although we have repaired your son’s broken internal organs, as well as his shattered bones and meridians, his life essence is constantly being lost. We have no good way to stop it. Our abilities are limited. Please accept our condolences.”

This sentence was like a pair of merciless scissors, cutting off the last string of hope for Ye Jun and his wife.

Ye Jun’s wife couldn’t take it and fainted on the spot, calling out her son’s name.

Ye Jun burst into tears. No matter how strong he was, he could not accept this reality.

“Doctor, can I go in and take a look?” asked Ye Jun, crying.

The doctor did not refuse and led him in.

When he arrived at the emergency room where Ye Jun’s son was, Ye Jun took out the photo with Qin Chuan’s signature.

“Son, didn’t you want immortal cultivation the most? Dad asked for an autograph from an Immortal for you.

“This Immortal is incredible. He’s a top genius—even the enforcement team has to respect him.

“The Immortal also said that there was a way for ordinary people like us to cultivate.

“When you wake up, I’ll bring you to this immortal and fulfill your dream.” Ye Jun forced a smile, but his tears could not be stopped.

The doctors at the side were already used to such scenes, but every time they saw it, they would more or less feel a little upset.

A few minutes later, Ye Jun slumped weakly in front of his son’s resuscitation cabin. His eyes were listless, and despair was written all over his face.

At this moment, Qin Chuan unhurriedly arrived beside Ye Jun.

The female doctor didn’t mind and thought that he was also Ye Chen’s family.

Qin Chuan squatted down and placed his hand on Ye Jun’s shoulder. He smiled and said, “Mr. Ye, there’s no need to be so pessimistic. Your son can still be saved.”

Hearing this, Ye Jun’s empty eyes immediately regained their luster.