Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 690 Illness…

As night deepened, after Yin Nanfeng had fallen into a deep sleep, exhausted, Hu Ming suddenly got up, dressed, picked up the car keys that Hong Xia had prepared, and went out.

It's around midnight now, and night has already enveloped Beijing.

After all, it is the political and intellectual center of the country, and at this time, the nightlife of Beijing is just beginning.

The streets were brightly lit and bustling with people, showcasing the prosperity of Beijing.

Hu Ming drove all the way to Wang Banyue's fat man's residence!

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, Uncle Ming."

Wu Xie opened the door to greet Hu Ming, sighing as he spoke.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but cough twice.

"Tsk! Men's names really are all about showing off!"

Hu Ming plopped down next to the young man, picked up a carton of yogurt that the fat man had just opened, inserted a straw, and drank it.

"You've smoked a lot over the past ten years, haven't you? Your lung condition has deteriorated far too quickly. It would be absolutely impossible for it to have progressed this fast with medication."

"By rough calculation, it's not far from you coughing up blood. When that happens, even a god can't save you."

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have been inseparable. Although Hu Ming's martial arts, such as Bajiquan, are unique, they are also quite comprehensive. Moreover, he has inherited some medical knowledge, so his understanding of the human body is naturally beyond question.

Hu Ming could confirm Wu Xie's current condition simply by listening to the sounds in his lungs.

"There's nothing we can do about it, right? Ten years ago, I was just a good-for-nothing college student boss, okay? That bastard of a third uncle just left me with a mess."

"It's not easy for me either. Dealing with those cunning old foxes who eat people alive is almost exhausting. At times like this, if I don't have some cigarettes and alcohol, I'll really break down."

"Especially at the very beginning, I was terrified of revealing that my third uncle was gone. During that time, I practically slept with my eyes open, afraid to dream or talk in my sleep..."

Wu Xie pinched his nose and said nonchalantly.

It's like everyone knows that smoking and drinking are harmful to health, but there are just too many people in the world who are addicted to alcohol and smoking, right?
The adult world is anything but simple; everyone is carrying a heavy burden.

Of course, these words seemed a little unwelcome to Hu Ming…

Speaking of your third uncle

The fat man said thoughtfully.

"Don't mention that jerk!"

"The young man brought us a message from the Queen Mother of the West. We went directly from Changbai Mountain to the Queen Mother of the West's Kingdom to pick him up a few days ago. Who knew that scoundrel had already run away with Aunt Wenjin?"

"Damn it, I've never seen such a willful elder in my entire life!"

Wu Xie's face darkened when this was mentioned.

Before fleeing, this third uncle even placed a note on a stone in a conspicuous spot in that stone chamber, explaining something?
Damn it!
The business in Changsha originally belonged to Wu Sansheng, right? Wu Xie only managed it for ten years.

But now, this guy has actually run away with Chen Wenjin without saying a word?
Damn it!
"Let's discuss this, Uncle Ming. If you don't mind, how about taking over all of Third Uncle's businesses?"

“I was never cut out for this. I was forced into it back then. Now, everything is resolved, but my body is in this terrible state.”

"I'm thinking, why not spend the rest of my time making things easier and happier?"

Perhaps it's a desperate act of resentment, or perhaps it's a genuine sense of relief.

"Does this guy really sell his father's property without a care in the world? That plate is worth at least billions!"

"If your third uncle knew how generous you are, wouldn't he be furious and beat you to death?" The fat man grinned and clicked his tongue.

Although we're all brothers who've been through thick and thin together and don't care much about money, a deal worth billions—such generosity is probably unique in the whole world, isn't it?
"Wu Sansheng didn't care about these things. From the very beginning of his involvement in what happened back then, Wu Sansheng had only one goal: to find Chen Wenjin and, at the same time, to fight back as much as possible."

"The plates left behind by Wu Sansheng were only for these two purposes; he himself was not a person who liked this kind of thing."

“Now, the matter is long over. Wu Sansheng’s mind is entirely on Chen Wenjin. His actions ten years ago already proved that he doesn’t care what happens to the plate he left behind.”

"After all, ten years ago you were still quite naive. Among the Nine Gates, probably no one thought you could manage Wu Sansheng's business well. They were all waiting for the day it would fall apart."

The young man glanced at the indignant Wu Xie and said softly, not forgetting to stab Wu Xie in the heart at the end.

"I never thought I could do this, okay? If it weren't for Uncle Ming and Xiao Hua's secret and full support, it would probably have failed long ago, let alone cleaned up and transformed Uncle San's business."

Wu Xie rolled his eyes. He never took credit for this. Many people had helped him a lot to get to where he is today.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's get down to business. Wu Xie, eat it!"

"This stuff will keep you worry-free for six months. Your condition will be suppressed to an extreme level, making you no different from an ordinary person."

"But don't worry about six months from now. Maybe your problem will be solved much earlier by then."

Hu Ming pulled out a dark, unidentified substance the size of a longan and tossed it to Wu Xie.

"Oh."

Wu Xie didn't ask what it was, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"Don't chew it, swallow it whole, otherwise it will affect the efficacy of the medicine."

Hu Ming kindly reminded him.

"..."

Wu Xie's lips twitched. It was the size of a longan! Swallowing it whole would surely choke him to death!
"I'm not lying to you, believe me, this is a family heirloom of the Hu family, it has a miraculous effect on lung problems, but once you chew it, the medicinal effect will be lost."

Hu Ming sincerely advised.

"...Damn it, let's go for it!"

Wu Xie took a deep breath, drank a large mouthful of water, and swallowed with difficulty, his throat bulging noticeably.

Wu Xie said that if he hadn't been mentally strong, he might have burst into tears.

"It's so painful. But then again, Uncle Ming, don't try to comfort me. There's no precedent for curing pulmonary fibrosis anywhere in the world."

"I know in my heart that with my condition and the foul air I've accumulated underground, I have too many health problems. I can only hold on for another four or five years at most."

Wu Xie had long since come to terms with his illness, and was completely at peace with it.

His life was incredibly exciting; his experiences in just ten years were more fascinating than 99% of people's entire lives. Wu Xie had nothing to regret.

"I never lie... to be precise, I never lie to my own dog sons."

Looking at the group of people who seemed to be saying, "I'll just watch you make this up," Hu Ming quietly changed his mind.

"Although pulmonary fibrosis is an incurable disease that medicine cannot cure at present, there are always some mysterious forces in this world that can achieve what current science cannot."

"It's just pulmonary fibrosis, believe me."

Recalling some information that "His Majesty the First Emperor" had revealed before their departure, Hu Ming's lips curled up slightly.