chapter 19 Peter Su is in trouble

Ella forcefully pushed Fernando away, her tearful eyes filled with anger. "Fernando, I never expected you to save Zoey, but I never thought that at this point, you could come up with such a lie!" No one knew their daughter's illness better than she did. Over the past few years, she had lost count of how many hospitals she had visited, and every diagnosis pointed to surgery after the age of ten, with no other solution. Zoey was already six years old, and in these six years, you haven't spent a single day with her. There might be no father-daughter bond between you two, but she is still your daughter, Fernando! Ella thought that there was only one day left, and if Fernando didn't save Zoey, she could accept that. But now, he was telling such an absurd lie to deceive her! The more Ella thought about it, the angrier she became, her petite body trembling uncontrollably. Fernando smiled calmly and said, "Take Zoey for a check-up tomorrow, and you'll see." He had wanted to explain, but even if he did, the other person might not believe it. It was better to let her verify it herself. Ella stood still; his confident expression almost made her believe him. She wanted to say something, but Fernando had already turned and walked into the house. "Has Zoey finished eating? Dad will bath you." "No, I don't want to. Zoey is already six. Dad, it's embarrassing." "Really? Zoey is six years old, huh? You've grown up, haha..." ... Looking at the two of them, Ella felt a moment of trance. Wasn't the happy scene inside the house exactly what she had always wanted? She couldn't provide a wealthy life for her daughter but only wished for Zoey to be healthy, happy every day with her parents, and grow up soundly. That was already enough to fulfill her heart. With a bitter smile, she shook her head. It was time to stop these scattered thoughts. Regardless of anything else, she had to gather one hundred thousand dollars for her daughter's surgery tomorrow. As for Fernando's claim that their daughter was already cured, she didn't believe it at all. Early the next morning, before the sun had risen. On the rooftop, Fernando sat cross-legged, engaging in the daily practice he had maintained for many years. If someone saw him, they wouldn't believe it – at this moment, Fernando's whole body emitted a faint glow. As the sun began to rise, strands of golden light, as fine as hair, were slowly absorbed into his body through every pore. With the sunrise, everything revived. This was the optimal time for practicing every day, ensuring twice the result with half the effort. In the time it took to finish a cup of tea, the golden light went from intense to weak, gradually disappearing. Fernando exhaled, stretched his muscles, and got ready to make breakfast for his daughter. But there was no one in the house; Fernando was immersed in his cultivation. The mother and daughter had already gone to the hospital. "What's the matter?" Fernando's lips moved slightly. Victor appeared ghost-like behind Fernando, bowed, and said, "Palace Master, Brian has been brought back." "Okay." Fernando nodded as if expecting it. Victor continued, "There was no communication from Japan. They directly accepted compensation of one thousand dollars. As he left, Brian complained and, in a fit of anger, injured a War God and over twenty warriors." "I see." Fernando was well aware of Brian's temper. "Tell Japan to retreat another two hundred miles from their coastline, and have Derek's destroyer patrol the border of Golden Fish Island. If they are still visible, attack without reporting to me." Fernando had initially thought of wiping out Japan when Brian caused this trouble. Since the other party could endure this, he planned to press further, forcing them until they couldn't bear it anymore. Once they retaliated, he would wipe them out. "Yes!" Victor respectfully acknowledged. "Is there anything else?" Seeing the hesitation, Fernando asked. "Well, Palace Master, after Brian returned from Japan, he refused to return to the Western Territory. Instead, he cried and insisted on coming to Jinghai to see the Little Princess..." Victor wore a wry smile. That guy was simply a rascal, lying on the ground, rolling around – there was no trace of a Nation's Defender in him. After a moment of consideration, Fernando said, "Let him come." Although these people were his subordinates and had been brothers in life and death for many years, they could share in the joy of his daughter's birth. If he didn't let him come, who knew what trouble he might cause? As soon as he finished speaking, Brian burst in with a leap. "Princess, Princess, where is my Little Princess..." Fernando was speechless; Brian was already there, and Victor still reported to him. "My daughter is not here; you'll meet her later." Hearing that the Little Princess was not around, Brian instantly felt disappointed. At this moment, Fernando's phone rang. The incoming call was from an unknown number, furrowing Fernando's brows. Few in the world knew his private number. After answering the call, Abigail's crying voice came through, "Is it Fernando? My, my grandfather, he... he... sob..." Fernando was suddenly alarmed, feeling something was wrong, urgently asking, "Don't cry! What happened?" Abigail tried to suppress her tears, choking out, "My grandfather seems to have been poisoned, at the Jinghai hospital. The doctors have issued a critical condition notice." After finishing, the phone once again carried the sounds of sobbing. Fernando's eyes instantly turned icy with concern. Although Peter wasn't Fernando's blood relative, his significance far surpassed that of family. Not only did he save Fernando in the past, but just repaying him for burying his parents would be an impossible task for a lifetime. If anyone harmed Peter, Fernando would annihilate their entire family! In the intensive care unit of Jinghai Hospital, Peter lay on the hospital bed, tubes inserted all over his body, his breathing weak, on the brink of death. After a sixty-year-old silver-haired man examined him, he shook his head helplessly. "Uncle Zhang, please, you must save my grandfather..." Beside the hospital bed, Abigail's tearful eyes were filled with pleading. Early this morning, Abigail found that her grandfather, who should have been up by now, had tightly shut his bedroom door. Upon opening the door, she discovered him lying on the floor, foaming at the mouth, on the verge of life and death. In countless cries for help, Peter pointed at his phone and uttered the word "Fernando." Liam Zhang sighed heavily and said, "Abigail, I've had a long-standing friendship with your grandfather. How can I not want to save him? But..." "This Decimation of All Grasses Poison has no antidote in the entire world. Just a small sip can be fatal, let alone your grandfather drinking an entire bottle! Even if a divine immortal here wouldn't save him!." Liam expressed regret. Having practiced medicine for decades, he deeply understood the power of the Decimation of All Grasses Poison. Regardless of the reason, once someone consumed the Decimation of All Grasses Poison, they were sentenced to death. Alas, Old Master Su would no longer be able to play chess with him in the future. But he couldn't fathom why Old Master Su, who was living well, would choose to commit suicide. Abigail immediately burst into tears, she wasn't an ignorant heiress; she had heard about the incurable nature of the Decimation of All Grasses Poison. Moreover, she had heard Peter mention that Uncle Zhang was a renowned physician in Jinghai, dedicating most of his life to the study of medicine. If he couldn't save him, no one in Jinghai could. The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. Before the two could see who it was, Fernando had already reached the bedside with a swift step, his right hand resting on Peter's wrist. "Who... who are you!?" Liam exclaimed in astonishment.