Feng Yangchu’s words forced Chu Junmo to face his heart objectively.
Yes, he was moved by Gu Qiqi and his heart was in a mess. He couldn’t control himself anymore!
Every moment, her delicate and lively little figure lingered in his mind. Every time she pouted or smiled, he kept thinking about where she was and whether she was in danger.
Even on the sickbed, he could force himself to get up for her.
Not to mention taking a bullet for her without hesitation at a critical moment…
He was completely stuck.
Chu Junmo was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, he raised his calm face and asked Feng Yangchu in a rare warm tone, “Second Uncle, why can’t I be tempted? Qiqi is so good. Don’t I have the right to pursue happiness?”
Feng Yangchu’s gaze became a little more complicated.
He reached out and patted his shoulder. He sighed softly and said, “Junmo, I know that Qiqi is very good, and I also understand that you want to pursue happiness. But have you forgotten that your heart… It doesn’t allow you to get involved in relationships…”
A look of pain appeared on Chu Junmo’s face.
The left ventricle throbbed.
It was all his damn congenital heart disease. No doctor in the world could cure it.
Life and death were up to fate. He had always taken it lightly, but at this moment, he hated his sick body.
People with heart disease could not have overly intense love lives.
That would be his final death warrant. His undoing.
Feng Yangchu saw his pain and could not bring himself to rub salt into his wounds.
However, he also knew that if he couldn’t persuade him to completely dispel this thought at this moment, he was afraid… If he became obsessed with Qiqi in the future, he would probably be even more deeply injured and unable to be saved.
Hence, Feng Yangchu made up his mind. “Junmo, listen to Second Uncle. Let it go! Or, just find a girl you don’t care about and marry her. Make do with it. Otherwise, you’ll definitely regret pursuing Qiqi!”
Chu Junmo’s gaze became even more determined as he shook his head. “I’m not willing to make do with relationships.”
Feng Yangchu’s pupils constricted and he said anxiously, “Have you forgotten what year it is this year? Year of the dog! Have you forgotten that the Year of the dog is your Bloody Year? If anything happens to you… what if you leave Qiqi behind?”
The Year of the Heavenly Dog.
This year would forever be Chu Junmo’s threshold for life and death.
Why was it “forever”?
Chu Junmo lowered his eyes for a moment and his thin lips moved. “Second Uncle, I’ve decided to use this prescription and look for the medicine…”
He lifted his elegant robe and took out a yellowed piece of paper from his inner clothes.
On it was an ancient recipe written in small writing with a brush: “One to two molted cicada shells, five grams of snow herbs…”
On the prescription, although there were all kinds of expensive and remote medicinal herbs, they were not difficult to find. Especially for a CEO like Chu Junmo, what medicine could not be found in this world?
Except…
When it came to the last medicine…
Flame Blood, Three Juns!
This was the real reason why Chu Junmo had never used this prescription.
Flame blood was a very rare blood type. It was ten thousand times rarer than special blood types like RH-negative blood.
Such a rare blood type was already difficult to find.
Moreover, he had to find three juns!
What is the concept of the Three Juns?
The ancients recorded that 16 taels were 50 kilograms, and 15 pounds were 1 jun.
In other words, the Three Juns weighed ninety pounds!
How much blood does an adult have?’
About eight pounds.
Even if one in a million had Flame Blood, it wouldn’t be enough.
He would probably have to draw 10% of that person’s blood every day to maintain that person’s life for more than 100 days… before he could gather enough blood!
