134: Chapter 134 Pretending

Brother Li understood and followed him out.

Chen Jingxing could leave, but Smith could not.

Ye Hongqiang glanced at Smith, who was slumped against the wall, and spoke coldly.

"Take him away. Interrogate him thoroughly and see exactly how many people he has swindled."

Brother Li walked over, grabbed Doctor Smith by the arm, and dragged him out like a chick.

Doctor Smith struggled, and his briefcase dropped to the ground, snapping open with a clatter.

Several bottles of medicine and some unrecognizable instruments fell out.

His voice echoed in the corridor, growing fainter as he moved further away.

"No, it's not... I was instructed to do this. It was Young Master Chen who sent me..."

The voice disappeared.

The ward fell silent.

Ye Hongqiang sighed and rubbed his temples.

He looked at Wang Yang, a hint of complex emotion appearing in his eyes.

"Xiao Wang, thank you for the reminder just now. Otherwise, I almost would have believed that foreign swindler."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Mr. Ye, you are too polite. I just didn't want to watch Old Master Ye be taken advantage of."

Ye Hongqiang nodded and said nothing more.

He glanced at the old man on the hospital bed, then at Ye Xueying.

"Xueying, let your Brother Wang take a look."

Ye Xueying wiped away her tears, walked over to Wang Yang, and looked at him.

Her eyes were red, but there was a hint of reliance and trust in her gaze.

"Brother Wang... thank you."

Wang Yang smiled.

"You're welcome. Now, may I take a look at your grandfather?"

Ye Xueying nodded and stepped aside.

Wang Yang walked to the side of the hospital bed and looked down at the old man.

Sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling window, falling on him and his calm face.

He already had a plan in mind and was just waiting for the right moment to have the old man take the longevity pill.

Looking at Old Master Ye, Wang Yang reached out, gently grasped his wrist, and placed his fingertips on the pulse.

He put on an act of taking his pulse.

His expression was very serious; his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were half-closed, as if he were sensing something.

Ye Xueying stood nearby, clutching the corner of her clothes until her knuckles turned white.

She stared at Wang Yang without blinking, not daring to make a sound, even softening her breathing.

Ye Hongqiang stood on the other side of the hospital bed, his hands hanging by his sides, clenched into fists.

His face lacked the composure of a Shopping Mall tycoon from just moments ago; his brows were tightly locked.

His lips were pursed, and his whole body was taut like a bowstring.

His gaze fell on Wang Yang's hand, then on his father's face, and back to Wang Yang's hand.

The ward was so quiet that one could hear the beeping of the electrocardiogram, one beat after another, slow and faint.

Time passed second by second.

Ye Xueying's heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She looked at Wang Yang's profile, watching his slightly furrowed brows.

Watching his closed eyes, her heart was in turmoil.

She was afraid he would shake his head, afraid he would sigh, afraid he would say the words, "I can't do anything."

Ye Hongqiang was also waiting.

He had been a prominent figure in the Shopping Mall for decades and had seen all sorts of storms.

But at this moment, he was just a son, a son worried that his father might leave at any moment.

His fingers were trembling, but they were hidden by his sides, where no one could see.

After about three or four minutes, Wang Yang finally let go.

He gently placed the old man's hand back under the quilt, straightened up, turned around, and looked at Ye Xueying and Ye Hongqiang.

Both of their gazes landed on his face at the same time.

Ye Xueying's eyes reddened, her lips trembling, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Ye Hongqiang took half a step forward, his throat moved, and his voice sounded tight.

"Xiao Wang, how is it?"

Wang Yang looked at them, a smile slowly curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry. I have a way."

Ye Xueying's tears instantly gushed out.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out loud.

But the tears couldn't stop flowing, trailing down her cheeks and dripping onto her collar.

"Brother Wang... is it true? Can you really save my grandfather?"

Her voice was trembling, carrying a sob, yet also holding uncontainable joy.

Ye Hongqiang was also stunned.

He thought Wang Yang would say "I'll try" or "It's not very optimistic," but he didn't expect him to say, "I have a way."

His shoulders relaxed, his clenched fists slowly opened, and his fingers were still trembling slightly.

"Xiao Wang, are you serious?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"It's true. I can save Old Master Ye."

Ye Hongqiang took a deep breath, his eyes also becoming a bit red.

He nodded, said nothing, and reached out to pat Wang Yang on the shoulder.

That pat was heavy, carrying a son's concern for his father, as well as gratitude toward Wang Yang.

Ye Xueying wiped her tears, walked in front of Wang Yang, and looked up at him.

"Brother Wang, then please hurry and save Grandpa."

Wang Yang looked at her, his tone becoming serious.

"I can save him. But I have a request."

Ye Xueying was taken aback.

"What request?"

Ye Hongqiang also looked at him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Wang Yang said, "You all go out first. I need to be alone with Old Master Ye for a while."

Ye Xueying was stunned.

Ye Hongqiang's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Alone?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"Yes. I need a quiet environment and cannot be disturbed by anyone. You just need to wait outside."

Ye Hongqiang didn't speak, his gaze lingering on Wang Yang's face for a few seconds, then falling on his father on the hospital bed.

He hesitated.

Letting a young man stay alone with his unconscious father.

If anything happened, he couldn't bear the responsibility.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Wang Yang, but in this kind of situation, anyone would hesitate.

Ye Xueying also hesitated.

She looked at Wang Yang, her heart in conflict.

She believed in him.

From the moment her godfather introduced him, she had believed in him.

When he exposed Smith just now, she believed in him even more.

But letting an outsider stay alone with her grandfather, what if...

She bit her lip and spoke up.

"Uncle, I believe in Brother Wang."

Ye Hongqiang looked at her.

Ye Xueying's eyes were red, but her gaze was firm.

"Godfather wouldn't harm Grandpa. The person he introduced must be fine."

Ye Hongqiang was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Wang Yang again.

Wang Yang stood there, hands in his coat pockets, with no expression on his face.

Neither impatient nor restless, like a rooted tree.

Ye Hongqiang took a deep breath and nodded.

"Alright. We'll wait outside."

He turned and walked toward the door.

Ye Xueying glanced at Wang Yang and said softly.

"Brother Wang, I'm counting on you."

Wang Yang nodded.

"Rest assured."

Ye Xueying followed Ye Hongqiang out of the ward and gently closed the door.

The corridor was very quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps and the occasional voice of a nurse in the distance.

Ye Hongqiang leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking.

Ye Xueying stood beside him, clutching the corner of her clothes until her knuckles turned white.

Her heart was still hanging, in turmoil, unable to settle down.

In the ward, Wang Yang stood by the hospital bed, looking down at the old man on the bed.

He didn't rush to act, but stood quietly for a while; he had to put on a show for a while.