Chapter 779: Everything Has a Price
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Songsong looked at Gong Jue’s serious face and could not help but ask, “Are you okay? Your father is just too nervous about you guys. In the early years… he suffered from female doctors, so he’s more sensitive. He’ll be especially against the profession of female doctors, so he doesn’t like it when you found a girlfriend who wants to be a doctor. He won’t be able to help but pick on and chase her away… Can you be more tolerant of him?”
Gong Jue did not comment and went straight to the point. “Mom, can you promise me what you said on the phone just now and give it a try? That’s a patient with late-stage cancer and the number one jade sculptor in the Empire. It’s a pity for him to die so early.”
Songsong rarely saw her son beg for help.
Gong Jue had always been a loner. He settled everything in his own way. Even if it was his family, he rarely came to them when he ran into trouble.
All these years, he had completely relied on himself to accumulate strength little by little. In the end, he made outstanding contributions and stabilized his position as the supreme leader of the Gong Corporation.
As a mother, Songsong’s heart ached!
Other people would rather rely on their family background to work less.
Gong Jue, on the other hand, did not like others mentioning his family background at all. He even worked a hundred or ten million times harder than others!
Songsong was really willing to do him a favor and agree to his request as he was a sensible and independent child.
Not to mention that Iron Fist Yang was a traditional craftsman worthy of the treatment!
Saving him was equivalent to saving the empire’s jade carving art.
However!
She closed her eyes and said with difficulty, “Jue’er, I’m sorry. I can’t use the art of drawing bones to save Yang Iron Fist’s life.”
Disappointment flashed across Gong Jue’s eyes.
However, he did not show it and only asked calmly, “Why?”
“Because everything has a price.” Songsong sighed. “When I was young, I just came into contact with the art of drawing bones and rebirth. I saved many people and even thought that saving people was my duty. Although I wasn’t a doctor, I was better than a doctor. However, as time passed, all kinds of unbelievable things happened among the people I saved.”
Gong Jue asked. “To what extent?”
Songsong sighed deeply. “Some people survive death, but not long after, they can’t escape another death. It’s as if they’re being chased by the grim reaper. Some people survive on their own, but their family members die inexplicably. Some people are alone their entire lives. Once they fall in love, the other party will be so unlucky that they die… Yes, the last example I’m talking about is Special Assistant Lu. Back then, I saved him, but he couldn’t start a family after so many years. He will be helpless in his old age and still serve the company…”
Gong Jue frowned. “How did this happen?”
Songsong was disappointed. “As part of the secret art of drawing bones, you forcefully change a person’s fate. Everything has a price. You can’t just change the bad and only enjoy the good… Fate is fair.”
Gong Jue was silent for a while. “I understand.”
Yang Iron Fist could not be saved using the art of drawing bones. Otherwise, he did not know if someone close to him would suffer an accident.
No wonder his mother had been devoted to painting and never used any secret arts again.
He could not let his mother save Yang Iron Fist and stop Gu Qiqi from acting as Yang Xiaolan’s boyfriend.
What else could he do?
Just as Gong Jue was thinking about it, Special Assistant Lu called.
“Master Jue, Miss Qiqi is already rushing to the hospital!”
“Why is she so fast?”
“Miss Qiqi is too amazing. She finished the competition in twenty minutes!”
“Got it. I’ll be right there.”
Gong Jue’s eyes darkened. Change was faster than his planning.
He didn’t have time to say goodbye to Songsong and Gong Qing before pushing the door open and leaving.
“Hmph, the brat is getting more and more arrogant now! He didn’t even say anything when he left!”
Gong Qing was complaining.
At the staircase.
The little packrat blinked its large eyes and paused in its steps. Then, it clutched its stomach and walked down slowly.
“Grandpa, my stomach hurts!”