Chapter 1222: So, let's start the betting!

Zhao Lanshan trembled, tears falling onto her mask and leaving damp, warm stains.

Her mother's weak cries were like fine needles, piercing Zhao Lanshan's heart. It turned out that thirteen years ago, her mother's biggest concern on her deathbed was her.

At this moment when a thousand thoughts rushed into her mind, the warmth of Lin Lang's palm was Zhao Lanshan's only support.

Seeing her mother's open eyes filled with longing, Zhao Lanshan's lips moved, the word "Mom" that she had held back for thirteen years stuck in her throat, burning her throat, but she could only swallow it down.

"The patient has regained consciousness!" the nurse exclaimed in delight, quickly recording the data. "Vital signs are completely stable, and all indicators are within the normal range!"

Zhuang Jingxue breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yang Limei, gently comforting her: "Don't worry too much, you're out of danger for now, just take good care of yourself."

After hearing this, Yang Limei nodded and looked at Zhuang Jingxue gratefully, saying, "Thank you so much, Director Zhuang!"

"You're welcome. It's our duty as doctors." Zhuang Jingxue tucked the blanket around Yang Limei.

Zhao Lanshan looked at her mother's pale but now revitalized face, then at the empty space beside her—Lin Lang was still there, protecting everything with an invisible force.

Lin Lang gently squeezed Zhao Lanshan's hand, his fingertips conveying a sense of reassurance.

He could sense the turbulent emotions surging within Zhao Lanshan at that moment—joy, guilt, and the preciousness of something lost and then regained. These emotions enveloped her like a tide, and also stirred his heart.

Yang Limei's gaze remained fixed on the doorway, her voice weak yet firm: "My daughter...when is she coming? I want to see her..."

Zhao Lanshan could no longer hold back; her shoulders trembled violently, and tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold floor and shattering into tiny water droplets.

Zhao Lanshan's sobs had reached a breaking point; her shoulders trembled like leaves in a storm, and her tears were almost overwhelming her reason.

Just as she was about to break free of her restraint and rush to the hospital bed, her wrist was suddenly gripped by a warm and powerful force.

Lin Lang didn't have time to say anything. He immediately used his wall-penetrating technique to enter the ICU emergency room, carrying Zhao Lanshan's body with him.

The process of passing through the wall was completely unimpeded, just like passing through a layer of warm water vapor.

The next second, the two were standing in the empty ward next door, the door closed, cutting off the sound of the outside world.

Lin Lang instantly dispelled his invisibility, his handsome brows furrowed with urgency. He reached out to support Zhao Lanshan, who was almost unsteady on her feet, and said in a voice filled with a comforting urgency, "My beloved concubine, don't rush to cry."

Zhao Lanshan immediately deactivated her invisibility and looked at Lin Lang with tears of gratitude, saying, "Honey, thank you for saving my mother! Thank you so much!"

Lin Lang raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Zhao Lanshan's cheeks, his fingertips carrying a trace of warmth. "Just now I only cured my mother-in-law's heart. The root cause of her heart failure this time was the severe increase in intracranial pressure caused by a brain tumor, which led to hyponatremia as a complication."

With tears blurring her vision, Zhao Lanshan clutched Lin Lang's sleeve, her voice choked with sobs: "Husband, can't you cure my mother's brain tumor?"

"It can be cured, but it can't be completely cured during the rescue process, as that would arouse suspicion from the medical staff present." Lin Lang gently patted Zhao Lanshan's back, his tone firm.

"My dear wife, please don't worry. I'll sneak into the ICU later when there are fewer people and completely remove your mother's brain tumor."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lanshan nestled in Lin Lang's arms, hugging him tightly and sobbing, "This is so wonderful! Husband, I love you!"

Lin Lang gently stroked Zhao Lanshan's shoulder and said tenderly, "My healing ability can penetrate the lesion without leaving any trace. After the treatment, your mother-in-law will be fully recovered, and you will have no regrets."

Looking at the determination in Lin Lang's eyes, Zhao Lanshan finally found an outlet for her pent-up emotions. She leaned on his shoulder and cried softly, but it was no longer the despair and repression she had felt before. Instead, it was a mixture of grievance and relief after surviving a disaster.

Lin Lang held Zhao Lanshan tightly, letting her tears soak his clothes. The warmth of his palm steadily conveyed his strength, silently saying, "I'm here for you."

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the two of them and dispelling all the gloom and fear in Zhao Lanshan's heart.

At the same time, the door to the ICU resuscitation room was gently pushed open, and Zhuang Jingxue walked out slowly, with a thin layer of sweat still remaining on her forehead.

Outside the door, Zhao Chengkai was already waiting, pushing a wheelchair.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Zhao Qiankun leaned forward, gripping the armrests tightly with both hands, his face filled with anxiety.

Upon seeing Zhuang Jingxue come out, he immediately asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is my wife now? Is she alright?"

Zhuang Jingxue took off her mask, revealing a tired but relieved smile: "Don't worry, the patient is out of danger. His vital signs and all indicators have returned to normal. We've finally pulled him back from the brink of death."

"That's great! Thank you so much, doctor!" Zhao Qiankun's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally put to rest, and he thanked him repeatedly.

"No need to thank us, it's our duty." Zhuang Jingxue nodded slightly.

Zhao Chengkai finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked, "Doctor, can we go in and see my mother now?"

Zhuang Jingxue replied, "The patient has just been out of danger and is still very weak. He needs to rest absolutely. You cannot go in to visit him for the time being."

"Okay, okay, we'll listen to the doctor!" Zhao Qiankun nodded hurriedly, but his eyes were fixed on the ICU door, as if he could see through the door to the people inside.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Jingxue left quickly.

Seeing this, Zhao Chenkun, who was standing to the side, stepped forward and advised, "Brother, it's great news that your sister-in-law is out of danger. She was critically ill and you didn't even have lunch. It's already 2 p.m., go and get something to eat."

Zhao Qiankun sighed softly and shook his head: "I'm not hungry, I have no appetite, I'll just wait here."

"Dad, you're not hungry, but I'm starving!"

Zhao Chengkai patted his stomach, his tone slightly coquettish, "I'm so young and still growing, you can't expect me to go hungry with you, can you?"

Zhao Qiankun rolled his eyes at his son and complained, "You're good for nothing, but you're number one when it comes to eating."

Zhao Chengkai, however, shamelessly replied, "Dad, you can't say that. As the saying goes, people need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal."

Zhao Chenkun glanced at his nephew Zhao Chengkai and lectured him, "Your mother is out of danger and you're already being cheeky. Learn from your sister and be more steady in your actions and words."

"Oh," Zhao Chengkai replied reluctantly, seemingly terrified of his underworld uncle, Zhao Chenkun.

"Brother, let's go get something to eat near the hospital. It'll only take about an hour, and we can make it back in time for your visit."

"Dad, just listen to my second uncle and go get some lunch. I'll treat you, okay?"

Zhao Qiankun stared at the ICU door, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist his youngest son's insistence.

He nodded slightly, his voice slightly hoarse: "Well... alright, hurry back. You're treating, but isn't it my money you're spending? What money do you have?"

Zhao Chengkun chuckled and said, "My second uncle always gives me pocket money; he's the best to me."

"Stop flattering me, kid. You're my only nephew. Our Zhao family is counting on you to carry on the family line. If I'm not good to you, who will be?" Zhao Chenkun's tone was a little sour because his wife had given birth to a daughter.

Many of the old gangsters from back then held traditional ideas. Zhao Chenkun was killed because he favored sons over daughters and later looked down on his niece Zhao Lanshan. As a result, Lin Lang sent an agent to kill his entire family overseas.

Even Zhao Chenkun's estate after his death was ultimately legally inherited by his niece, Zhao Lanshan.

Zhao Chengkai pushed the wheelchair and turned to walk towards the elevator. Zhao Chenkun followed beside him. A dozen bodyguards from Taicheng Group surrounded the three of them as they gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Only two bodyguards remained, standing guard outside the ICU ward.

In the empty ward next door, Lin Lang was comforting Zhao Lanshan in his arms, gently combing her messy hair with his fingertips.

His hearing was exceptional; he clearly heard the conversation in the corridor. He looked up at Zhao Lanshan and said gently, "My dear consort, your father and brother in the hallway have gone to have lunch after learning that your mother is out of danger."

"There are only two nurses left in the ICU right now, so I'm taking this opportunity to go in and remove my mother-in-law's tumor."

Zhao Lanshan nodded with tears in her eyes, then giggled and said, "Yes, thank you, husband! I'll listen to you. With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Lin Lang lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his fingertips brushing against the corners of her reddened eyes: "Be good, wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Lang once again entered stealth mode, like an invisible shadow, silently slipping through the wall into the adjacent ICU emergency room.

At this moment, only two nurses were left in the ward, organizing medical records. Their attention was completely focused on the medical records, and they were completely unaware that an invisible person had entered.

Yang Limei lay in bed, breathing steadily, her complexion restored to a healthy rosy glow. Her eyelids were slightly closed, and she had fallen asleep, drowsy from the pressure of the brain tumor.

Lin Lang silently walked to the other side of the hospital bed, and after mentally disrupting the monitoring system, he slowly placed his right hand on Yang Limei's temple.

The moment the Healing Hand skill was triggered, an invisible glow appeared in Lin Lang's palm. The healing energy, like fine threads, penetrated through the gaps in the skull and precisely targeted the tumor lesion deep in the brain.

The tumor that had been lodged in the central nervous system gradually shrank under the influence of energy. The malignant cells that had been eroding the surrounding tissues were disintegrating and dissolving at a speed invisible to the naked eye, turning into harmless metabolic substances.

Lin Lang frowned slightly, controlling the energy intensity to ensure that the lesions were completely eliminated without damaging the surrounding normal nerves and brain tissue.

This wasn't difficult for him, but it required extreme focus.

Yang Limei's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, and a faint sigh of comfort escaped from the corner of her mouth. Her slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her complexion became even more rosy.

"It's time to change shifts, let's go." A nurse closed the medical record book, quietly told her colleague, and left the ward, closing the door behind her.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Lang increased his energy output, and the glowing light in his palm suddenly brightened.

In just a few dozen seconds, the brain tumor that had been troubling Yang Limei for so long completely disappeared, and even the remaining traces of the lesion were smoothed out by the healing energy.

Lin Lang withdrew his hand, and the energy wave in his palm instantly disappeared.

He bent down to observe for a moment, and only after confirming that Yang Limei's breathing and pulse were becoming more and more stable did he turn around and walk through the wall back to the empty ward.

When he deactivated his invisibility, Lin Lang still had a faint trace of fatigue on his face, but he immediately smiled and looked at Zhao Lanshan: "It's all done. My mother-in-law's tumor has been completely removed, and there will be no aftereffects."

Zhao Lanshan immediately threw herself into Lin Lang's arms, hugging his waist tightly, her voice trembling with tears but full of joy: "Husband, you're so amazing! My mom will be healthy again from now on!"

Lin Lang chuckled and pinched Zhao Lanshan's cheek. "Now we can travel back to 2006 to 'open the blind box' and find out how much the time travel effect will change your life trajectory after you save your mother-in-law."

Zhao Lanshan shuddered and looked up at Lin Lang with worry and tension in her eyes.

She said weakly, her voice trembling with tears, "Husband, I can't live without you and our son. What if our son disappears after we travel back to 2006?"

"Uh..." Lin Lang said with a hint of worry, "Our precious son is so cute, my dear consort, please don't scare me!"

Zhao Lanshan took a deep breath and said calmly, "There's no turning back now. If we travel back to 2006 right now, we might just land and see my mom playing with our son!"

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