After Chu Qianli left, Consort Yu persuaded Feng Wuya for a long time.
"Little Li'er said that if the equipment can be made, the success rate will increase to forty percent, or even fifty percent."
Consort Yu looked at her son, her handkerchief almost torn to shreds.
"Wuya, this is a way to live, why are you unwilling to try?"
Feng Wuya remained silent, merely drinking his tea.
Consort Yu pursed her lips and suddenly said, "You don't believe in Little Li'er's medical skills?"
"Your son does not. Ah Li's medical skills are superb, a rare talent."
"But you are still unwilling to accept her treatment method, aren't you?"
As Consort Yu was about to say more, Feng Wuya suddenly stood up and looked at her.
"Mother, your son remembers he has some matters to attend to. I will not accompany Mother for tea."
He bowed slightly, "Mother, please excuse me. Your son shall take his leave."
With that, without waiting for Consort Yu's reaction, he turned and left.
"Wuya..." Consort Yu stood up.
She wanted to stop him.
But he walked too fast and pretended not to hear her call.
Soon, that elegant figure disappeared behind the flower bushes.
Consort Yu sighed, truly helpless.
"Your Highness, why do you trust Chu Qianli's medical skills so much?" Granny Ni, who had been standing by silently, suddenly asked.
Consort Yu glanced at her, then sat back down, picked up her cup, and slowly savored the fragrant tea.
After a while, she sighed helplessly, "Have you forgotten? Master Wuchenzi once said that Wuya would not live past twenty-five."
"Wuya is now twenty-two, and in three years, he will be twenty-five..."
Consort Yu did not continue, her heart heavy, her voice tinged with hoarseness.
"So, when Miss Li'er said the Prince only has three to two years to live, Your Highness believed her completely?"
"This consort does not know if she believes it or not, but he is this consort's son. This consort... cannot bear to watch her son die so young..."
A mother would give her own life to let her son live.
Her son had been suffering from illness for over twenty years, and she had been in pain for over twenty years.
Everything was the consequence of her own past actions.
Now, all she wanted was to atone.
"But now, the Prince is completely unwilling to accept the surgery Miss Li'er mentioned. If he doesn't accept it, no matter how good Miss Li'er's medical skills are, they will be useless."
Granny Ni was also filled with worry.
It seemed the Prince had not considered it at all and had directly refused.
There was no room for negotiation.
Consort Yu looked in the direction Feng Wuya had left. After a long while, she said softly, "He doesn't accept it because he himself doesn't have a strong will to live."
"Your Highness..."
"Can't you see that he has no great attachment to this mortal world?"
Consort Yu withdrew her gaze, looking at her hands, her heart feeling heavy.
"After all these years, he still hasn't let go of what this consort did in the past. He is respectful to this consort on the surface, but in reality, he still blames this consort."
"Your Highness, please don't be sad. It's been so many years, whatever happened is in the past."
Granny Ni couldn't bear to see Consort Yu upset and quickly comforted her, "The Prince just hasn't thought it through. In the future..."
"He's already in his twenties. If he hasn't thought it through now, he won't think it through later."
Consort Yu let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "This consort does not blame him. It was indeed this consort's mistake back then. But now, this consort must make him cherish this world. Otherwise, he will not accept the surgery."
"Your Highness, have you thought of a way?" Granny Ni asked with pleasant surprise.
Consort Yu said faintly, "If he meets a girl he likes, marries her, and has children, he will have something to hold onto and will strive to live."
"A girl he likes..."
"Don't you think Wuya treats Little Li'er very differently?"
It was just unknown how far this feeling could develop.
Perhaps, even Wuya himself hadn't noticed.
If they could give it a little push from behind...
...
"Hachoo!"
Chu Qianli, walking on the street, rubbed her nose. For no reason, she sneezed several times in a row.
She wondered who was thinking of her.
However, she didn't have the mind to deal with other matters.
Because she discovered that her Taobao system account had an additional sum of money.
Two hundred thousand.
Heavens!
She hadn't noticed it before!
Looking at the time, wasn't that the night she went to the bottom of the cliff in Butterfly Blue Mountain to save Feng Yexuan?
It seemed to be around the time she was treating his wounds.
Chu Qianli remembered that night clearly.
After treating Prince Xuan's wounds, the Taobao system had rewarded her with two hundred thousand.
It was simply incredible!
It seemed that dog man was truly valuable, just for treating wounds.
If one day she really needed to save him, wouldn't she become rich?
Chu Qianli coughed lightly, unsure what nonsensical thoughts were running through her mind.
But one thing was certain: Prince Xuan was indeed very valuable.
At least, in her system, he was super valuable.
With over two hundred thousand in her account now, she could do quite a lot.
Chu Qianli immediately searched the Taobao system.
Some of the materials needed for Feng Wuya's surgery could be bought, but some were medical-grade and not available on Taobao.
She could actually make them herself, but she still lacked equipment.
If she couldn't buy ready-made ones, making them herself would always lack safety.
Just as she was about to close the system, Chu Qianli noticed a small, inconspicuous item in a corner of her Qiankun Chain.
A small icon.
Upon closer inspection, she almost screamed out loud on the street!
WeChat!
What was going on?
How did a WeChat icon appear in her system?
She quickly clicked it open. In the friend list, there was only one person.
Senior Brother, Nangong Yu.
"Senior Brother," she immediately typed three words.
There was no response from the other side for a long time.
Looking at the avatar alone, she couldn't tell if the person was online. Perhaps they had put down their phone.
She also didn't know if this system could truly connect with him.
Chu Qianli walked on the street, feeling uneasy.
Senior Brother, is it really you?
Please, please let me connect!
She hadn't seen Senior Brother or heard him speak for a very, very long time.
She didn't know how long she had been wandering the streets. Just as Chu Qianli was about to give up, a red symbol popped up on Senior Brother's WeChat avatar.
Chu Qianli's heart felt as if it had been instantly tied with a rope.
It was so tight and uncomfortable, so tense!
She was so nervous that she could barely breathe.
Finally, she managed to open Senior Brother's avatar.
Seeing the words he typed, tears instantly welled up and rolled down her cheeks.