63: Chapter 63 Could it be that I, Su Jianguo, really have an older brother?
"You are simply unreasonable." Su Chen's voice was suppressed to the extreme, carrying deep disappointment.
He took a deep breath and turned to look at Su Yun, who was sitting on the sofa on the other side.
"Xiao Yun, don't be afraid." Su Chen walked over, his tone extremely gentle. "This medicine was meant for you. Even if I have to tear this house apart today, I, your big brother, will make sure you drink it."
Su Yun sat there expressionless, holding a glass of water. Listening to the two of them going back and forth, his brain stalled for a rare three seconds.
Su Jianguo thought it might be poison and wouldn't let himself or his child take it. Su Chen thought Su Jianguo was extremely selfish and wanted to hoard the miracle healing medicine that could save his younger brother's life.
The two stood face to face, holding two completely opposite and unrelated scripts. It wasn't even like a cross-server chat; it was a conversation between two completely different dimensions.
Yet, absurdly, they managed to argue into a perfect logical closed loop. Neither noticed the holes in the other's words; instead, they pushed their own emotions to the highest Peak.
Su Yun took a sip of warm water and set the cup on the coffee table. He really should give these two masterminds a prize. If this were a movie, you'd need ten years of brain damage to write such a seamless, self-imagined plot.
Hearing Su Chen's words, "I, your big brother, will make sure you drink it," Su Jianguo completely exploded. "Good! This rebellious son has finally shown his true colors! Since soft tactics didn't work, he's going to force-feed me!"
"Su Chen, you dare!" Su Jianguo endured the sharp pain in his lower back and stood up from the sofa with a "whoosh." He clutched the silver-white medicine bottle tightly in his palm, pointing at Su Chen's nose with his other hand. "If you dare to touch Xiao Yun today, I will act for the sake of justice and call the police to arrest you, you unfilial son!"
Su Chen clenched his fists, bloodshot eyes appearing. "Call the police?" Su Chen sneered. "Go ahead and call them. It's perfect—let the police judge for themselves how a father watches his own son suffer without treatment while clutching a medicine bottle and refusing to let go!"
Su Yun sighed. This absurd ethical drama couldn't go on any longer. If they kept arguing, Auntie Zhang next door would call the police to report a vicious domestic violence incident at the Su household.
Su Yun stood up. His movements were extremely casual, with no signs of exertion. He walked up to Su Jianguo. Su Jianguo was still stiffening his neck in confrontation with his eldest son, guarding against Su Chen rushing over to grab the medicine.
The next second, Su Yun raised his right hand, his two fingers landing with extreme precision and speed on Su Jianguo's clenched fist. He gave a light flick. Su Jianguo felt a subtle, skillful release of force at his wrist. His five fingers involuntarily loosened. The exquisite silver-white medicine bottle fell smoothly into Su Yun's palm.
It was too fast. Not only did Su Jianguo not react in time, but even Su Chen, who had been watching closely from the side, was stunned for a moment. "Xiao Yun!" Su Jianguo shouted in alarm, reaching out to grab it.
Su Yun didn't give him that chance. His left hand gripped Su Jianguo's chin roughly, his thumb and index finger locking onto the joints of his jaw. He applied a slight force with his fingertips. "Click." Su Jianguo's mouth opened involuntarily.
At the same time, Su Yun's right thumb neatly popped open the stopper of the silver-white bottle. The bottle turned upside down. A drop of liquid, appearing extremely viscous and emitting a blinding silver-white light, slid out from the bottle's mouth.
There was no suspense. This drop of priceless life essence, enough to incite a slaughter among S-rank powerhouses, fell accurately into Su Jianguo's wide-open mouth. Su Yun used his left hand to push up, forcibly closing Su Jianguo's chin. An Adam's apple bobbed. It was swallowed.
After finishing all this, Su Yun tossed the empty medicine bottle onto the coffee table, turned around, and pulled out a tissue to carefully wipe his fingers. The entire process took less than three seconds. It was done in one go, smooth as flowing water.
The living room fell into a dead silence. Su Jianguo stood frozen in place. Su Chen also stood frozen in place. Both of their gazes locked onto the empty medicine bottle on the coffee table, their brains simultaneously crashing.
Su Jianguo's eyes widened little by little. His eyeballs protruded in a terrifying manner. The medicine! That medicine of unknown origin, which was definitely poisonous, had been forcibly shoved into his mouth by Xiao Yun! And the moment that drop of liquid entered his mouth, it turned into an extremely violent stream of energy, rushing straight down his esophagus into his stomach!
"Ugh!!" Su Jianguo's face instantly turned from red to green, then from green to white. An extremely strong sense of horror and physiological rejection surged to his brain. He violently pushed aside the coffee table in front of him, roughly shoved past Su Chen, and scrambled toward the bathroom.
"Bang!" The bathroom door was slammed shut. Immediately after, violent retching and coughing sounds came from inside. Su Chen stood in the center of the living room, looking at the closed bathroom door, then turned to look at Su Yun, who was standing by the coffee table with an extremely calm expression.
Su Chen's heart suffered an unprecedented blow. The moment his younger brother snatched the medicine bottle, he thought his brother had finally come to his senses and wanted to keep the medicine for himself to take. But what happened? Not only did Xiao Yun not eat it, but he used an almost forceful method to feed that life-saving essence directly to their highly resistant father.
"Xiao Yun..." Su Chen's voice was extremely dry. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eye sockets turned completely red. What a good brother! Even though he was so severely injured, and even though their father was so selfish and unreasonable, he chose to prioritize filial piety. He was willing to bear the stigma of being "disobedient," even forcibly prying open his father's mouth to feed him the medicine, rather than live on for his own sake. This kind of ultimate selflessness, this kind of forbearing familial love.
Su Chen took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and strode toward the entrance. "Don't worry, Xiao Yun. Big brother will never let anything happen to you. I'll go find a way to get another bottle. Even if I have to steal it, big brother will get one for you today!"
The door opened, and Su Chen rushed out with great determination. His footsteps quickly faded in the hallway. Su Yun stood in place, listening to the loud echo of the security door slamming shut, and silently threw the crumpled tissue in his hand into the trash can.
He had only wanted to end this meaningless cross-server argument and save his father some suffering. But looking at the extremely tragic expression on his big brother's face when he left, the script seemed to have been rewritten again. Whatever, as long as it's quiet.
Su Yun sat back down on the sofa, picked up his water glass, and leaned back on the cushion, extremely relaxed. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Su Jianguo was half-kneeling in front of the toilet. His right hand was roughly thrust into the back of his throat, desperately stimulating his tonsils.
"Ugh... retch..." Tears and snot streamed down his cheeks. Su Jianguo coughed until his lungs felt like they were going to explode. He couldn't vomit. He couldn't vomit anything out. The moment that drop of silver-white liquid entered his stomach, it was like being instantly absorbed by a greedy sponge, leaving nothing behind.
It's over. I'm done for today. Su Jianguo plopped onto the cold tiled floor, his back against the vanity cabinet. He stared blankly at the ceiling. After working hard for most of his life, fighting King-rankers and slaying the abyss, he had ended up falling into the hands of his own son.
The poison must be extremely painful when it takes effect. Will it dissolve his internal organs or cause his brain to burst? Or will he become a Puppet of Bai Cang? Just as Su Jianguo closed his eyes, preparing to welcome the excruciating pain of death, an extremely vast and pure energy suddenly erupted from his stomach.
There was no burning sensation as imagined. There was no agonizing pain of tearing internal organs. It was a gentle, warm current filled with extreme vitality. This warm current flowed along his meridians and blood vessels, washing over his entire body with extreme violence yet extreme gentleness.
The first to be affected was his severely injured lower back. The muscles in his lower back, which had been forcibly pierced by Saintess Lin Xinglan's Holy Light at the port and had even shown signs of severe carbonization, now began to heat up. An extremely itchy, tingling sensation followed.
Su Jianguo opened his eyes wide, tore off his shirt, and turned to look at the mirror above the vanity. In the mirror, the charred dead skin on his lower back was cracking and falling off at a visible rate. New flesh fibers grew and closed within a few short seconds. Smooth skin covered the previously gruesome wound. Not even a scar was left.
Not only that. The chronic ailment left behind when his left lung was pierced while hunting Strange Tales at the border over a decade ago. The knee joint strain that had been agonizingly painful every rainy day for these years. Including his spiritual energy Qi Sea, which had been nearly thirty percent depleted due to forcibly invoking Black Flame. It was all healed.
A feeling of extreme fullness of power filled his entire body. He even felt that his current state was thirty percent more formidable than his Peak at thirty-five! Su Jianguo sat on the floor, looking at his ruddy complexion in the mirror, and fell into a long, dazed silence.
This was no poison. This was a miracle medicine! A top-tier life essence that absolutely could not be bought on the market, and which perhaps even the Supreme Command didn't have in stock! Su Jianguo's brain spun wildly. That madman Bai Cang... did he really give him a bottle of miracle medicine?
That leader of the Salvation Society who had shouted at the port, "Only I can hit my brother," not only blocked the Saintess's full-strength killing blow for him but also generously gave him such a precious item when they parted. Su Jianguo swallowed hard. What was he after? He wasn't after anything!
Su Jianguo sat on the cold floor tiles, the expression in his eyes shifting unpredictably. This kind of brotherly love, which asked for nothing in return, had solidly shattered his fifty-two years of life experience.
"Brother..." Su Jianguo muttered to himself, recalling the words Bai Cang had said while patting his shoulder on the breakwater.
Unknowingly, a huge gap had been torn in his solid psychological defenses. Now, thinking back to that "Brother," he suddenly felt that it didn't seem as jarring as it had at first. Could it be that Bai Cang really was his own brother? But that was too absurd; his own brother had clearly died when he was five years old, hadn't he?