Chapter 7: You Sold Me!

Di Jing, a certain hospital, SVlP ward.

Shen Qingci opened the medical records, “Ji Heng, comatose for three days, blood tests, liver and kidney functions, and all other indicators are normal, ruling out intracranial hemorrhage, cardiopulmonary disease, drug poisoning…”

With each sentence, Fu Xin Ya’s heart felt like it was being pierced by a needle.

Shen Qingci, the young master of the Shen family, had shown amazing talent in medicine since childhood. He was hailed as a genius doctor, a disciple of the most famous neurosurgeon.

If even Shen Qingci couldn’t find the reason, what would happen to her son?

Ji Zheng patted Fu Xin Ya’s back, “Mom, don’t worry too much. There will be a way. My brother will definitely wake up.”

Fu Xin Ya managed a weak smile, “Xiao Zheng, go rest. I’ll stay with Xiao Heng.”

Ji Mingshan sighed, “I’ll stay with this kid. Xiao Zheng, take your mother to the next room to rest.”

Fu Xin Ya refused to leave.

At this time, Shen Qingci said, “Ji Heng’s condition is like he’s asleep. Ruling out other causes, there’s only one possibility left.”

Fu Xin Ya hurriedly asked, “Qingci, what possibility?”

“Hysteria.”

Shen Qingci explained, “After experiencing a severe emotional shock, the patient’s brain shuts itself off from external perception. In other words, Ji Heng refuses to face reality and would rather live in a dream.”

“Huh? That’s impossible!”

Fu Xin Ya murmured in disbelief. “Xiao Heng is an optimistic and cheerful child. We’ve never put any pressure on him.”

Ji Heng was simple and innocent, always appearing carefree. What kind of blow had he suffered that made him abandon even his parents?

But for now, hysteria seemed to be the only explanation for Ji Heng’s condition.

Ji Mingshan was frantic with worry. “Qingci, how is hysteria treated? When will Xiao Heng wake up?”

Shen Qingci frowned slightly. “Hysteria is a psychological disorder, and treatment outcomes vary from person to person. I can’t be certain whether Ji Heng will wake up.”

Fu Xin Ya held Ji Heng’s hand, weeping. “Xiao Heng, what kind of trauma have you suffered to the point of abandoning your own mother? I miss you so much. From now on, I won’t stop you from buying figurines anymore…”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The knocking on the door was exceptionally loud. Ji Zheng glanced at her parents before getting up to open it.

Standing outside was a young girl dressed in a Daoist robe. Ji Zheng furrowed her brows. “Who are you looking for?”

Lin Xi smiled. “I’m here to send Ji Heng back into his body.”

Beside her, Ji Heng waved his arms frantically. “Sister! I’m right here! I finally made it back!”

Unfortunately, Ji Zheng couldn’t see him, nor could she hear his voice.

Ji Zheng froze. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said.”

Lin Xi grabbed the wildly flailing Ji Heng and stepped inside, repeating, “Everyone, I’m here to bring Ji Heng home.”

For a moment, the three people in the hospital room scrutinized the unexpected young girl.

Ji Heng was clearly lying on the hospital bed—so why was she saying she was bringing him home?

Ji Mingshan’s expression darkened. “This is my son’s hospital room. You must have the wrong place.”

But Fu Xin Ya didn’t hesitate. She rushed toward Lin Xi. “Young lady, where is my son?”

Ji Mingshan pulled her back. “Xin Ya, don’t believe a stranger’s nonsense.”

“Ji Zheng, show her out!”

“Oh, oh.” Ji Zheng finally snapped out of it. “Sorry, my little brother is sick, and my parents are emotional. Please leave.”

Lin Xi explained, “The one lying in the hospital bed is only Ji Heng’s body. His soul is right here beside me.”

Ji Mingshan frowned. “What do you mean, ‘soul’?”

Ignoring him, Lin Xi swiftly flicked her wrist, producing a Manifestation Talisman. With a quick motion, she struck it into Ji Heng’s soul.

In an instant, Ji Heng’s spirit became visible.

Everyone in the room was stunned. Even Shen Qingci, usually emotionless, widened his eyes.

Ji Mingshan glanced between his son on the bed and the faintly translucent figure standing before him. “This… this…”

Ji Heng waved excitedly. “Dad! Mom! Sister! I’m back!”

“Xiao Heng!” Fu Xin Ya reached out to hug him, but her hands passed right through his body.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. “Xiao Heng, what’s going on?”

“Mom, I’m fine! It’s all thanks to Big Shot saving me.”

Ji Heng quickly explained what had happened, emphasizing how the Big Shot had saved his life.

Ji Heng sneaked a glance at Lin Xi. “Dad, Mom, you have to properly thank Master Lin.”

Ji Mingshan’s attitude shifted immediately. A truly capable metaphysical master was rare and invaluable.

Thinking back on his earlier words, he wished he could slap himself.

With a humble tone, Ji Mingshan said, “Master Lin, please don’t take offense. I was blind to your greatness just now. I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

Lin Xi responded with a faint “Mm.”

She had experienced skepticism countless times before.

Her master had taught her that in situations like this, maintaining an air of aloofness was enough—people would fill in the gaps with their own imagination.

Ji Mingshan’s thoughts raced.

A true master, indeed. Strong-willed, composed, and unfathomably profound.

She must be a reclusive expert who had cultivated for centuries, foreseeing Ji Heng’s calamity and emerging from seclusion specifically to save the Ji family.

His attitude became even more respectful. “My child was caught up in this disaster through no fault of his own. Master Lin, we are deeply grateful for your intervention.”

“Master Lin, you are the benefactor of our entire family!”

Fu Xin Ya also expressed her gratitude. “Master, can you send Xiao Heng back?”

Lin Xi nodded. “That won’t be a problem.”

She led Ji Heng’s soul to the bedside, pulled out a talisman, and held it between her fingers as she chanted the Soul Return Incantation.

“Three souls and seven spirits, return to your rightful place. Ten directions of divine guardians, dispel all calamities!”

The talisman ignited without fire. Ji Heng felt a sudden wave of dizziness, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw his family surrounding him.

Ji Heng wiggled his fingers and then shouted at the top of his lungs, “Dad! Mom! Jie! I’m back! I’m finally back!”

Fu Xin Ya held him tightly, crying for a while before turning to Lin Xi with overwhelming gratitude. “Master, thank you for saving my son.”

Ji Mingshan, meanwhile, was desperately trying to think of any valuable treasures in their home.

A hidden master like this usually intervened in exchange for rare artifacts…

Ji Mingshan carefully asked, “Master, my home is simple, and we only have some money. If you fancy anything in my house, feel free to take it.”

Lin Xi held up five fingers. “Cash.”

Ji Mingshan: ??

So the master was this straightforward and unpretentious?

Seeing his father freeze, Ji Heng quickly nudged him. “Dad, hurry and transfer fifty million to the master!”

Lin Xi’s face remained calm, but internally, she was in shock.

Fifty million!!

She had never even seen five thousand in her life!

She knew Ji Heng’s family was wealthy, but she hadn’t realized they were this wealthy.

Still, she couldn’t accept such a huge sum. Not only would she be unable to keep it, but it could also bring her major trouble.

Clearing her throat, Lin Xi said, “That’s too much. No need for fifty million—fifty thousand is enough. I want cash.”

Ji Mingshan grew nervous. “Master, is that too little? How about adding another fifty million?”

Lin Xi replied, “Guiding a wandering soul back into its body is too simple. My sect has rules—we can’t overcharge.”

She had already accumulated enough three deficiencies and five losses in her life.

This time, she hadn’t even captured a single ghost and had unexpectedly picked up a little spirit.

If she took too much money, the heavens might just send down a thunderbolt to smite her.

Ji Mingshan saw that she was insistent, so he took out fifty thousand yuan in cash, “Master Lin, you are noble and high-minded. Our Ji family owes you a favor. If you ever need anything from the Ji family in the future, feel free to come to me.”

Lin Xi replied lightly, “Let’s keep things separate. I’ve already received payment for sending Ji Heng home. If you feel indebted, just do more good deeds and donate the money to the poor.”

With that, she left the hospital.

Ji Mingshan and the others stared at the door.

The master was compassionate, and even her silhouette radiated a holy aura.

…

Shanshui Villa.

Fu Jingyao stood to the side while two elderly people sat on the sofa.

On the left was Grandfather Fu Jianhua, and on the right was Grandmother Zhang Wenxiu.

Fu Jingyao briefly explained what had happened tonight, omitting the part about being bitten.

After hearing everything, Fu Jianhua revealed a mysterious smile, “Jingyao, your fiancée has finally appeared.”

Fu Jingyao frowned, feeling that this matter was anything but simple; his grandfather’s attitude was quite unusual.

“Grandfather, what about this fiancée?”

“Well, this matter…”

Fu Jianhua rolled his eyes, “Jingyao, do you remember when your grandmother fell seriously ill and then recovered?”

Fu Jingyao certainly remembered; the Fu family had been in turmoil during that time.

His grandmother was hospitalized, and Grandfather was very sad, staying in the hospital with her while some people took advantage of the situation to suppress the Fu family.

One day, his grandmother suddenly got better, and the Fu family became increasingly powerful, rising to the top among the prominent families.

Fu Jianhua spoke meaningfully, “Jingyao, it was all thanks to that old Taoist and you.”

Fu Jingyao was confused, “I was still young then; how is this related to me…”

Connecting these two events, a thought flashed through his mind.

“You sold me!”