The Su Heir Has Only Ten Days Left

Patriarch Su said sincerely, "Master Jiang, I have taken the liberty of disturbing you because I wish to invite you to save my youngest son. As long as you can save him, I am willing to offer half of my family fortune in gratitude."

Jiang Hanyan’s heart throbbed. She had to use a great deal of effort to barely remain calm. The Su family, with wealth comparable to the Li family—half their fortune must be at least hundreds of billions, right?

No, she had to stay calm.

"Let's go see Young Master Su's condition first. I can't guarantee anything right now, but I have one thing to say beforehand: you must not hide any aspect of his situation from me; you must tell me the truth."

"Naturally. Whatever Master Jiang wishes to ask, I will certainly tell the truth," Patriarch Su said hurriedly.

Jiang Hanyan looked at Li Baishui. Since she had promised him first, Li Baishui immediately said, "My matter isn't urgent. Treat Liming first."

After all, he wouldn't die immediately, whereas Su Liming could stop breathing at any moment.

Patriarch Su said gratefully, "Thank you, Baishui."

"You're too kind. Liming and I are friends, after all." Li Baishui smiled. The Li and Su families were considered old family friends; it was just that both houses were quite unlucky, as if they had offended some deity.

Young Master Su was in critical condition, so Jiang Hanyan did not delay and followed Patriarch Su to the Su residence. Lu Chen naturally followed, as did Li Baishui, who was consumed by curiosity. When she saw the Su family's luxury car, Jiang Hanyan remained exceptionally calm; after all, she was experienced now.

The Su family estate was like the Li family's—both large and imposing. However, the Su estate was decorated with low-key luxury, more like a prestigious family with deep heritage, whereas the Li family was all gold and splendor, even their drinking cups were made of gold, flaunting wealth everywhere. The styles were completely different.

"My youngest son is recuperating here. Master Jiang, please."

Patriarch Su led them to the quietest place in the estate. Jiang Hanyan silently evaluated the Su estate, her brows furrowing tighter. This estate had a problem.

"Mr. Su, this house of yours must be a hundred years old, right?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"One hundred and fifty years," Patriarch Su replied.

In fact, the Su estate wasn't originally this large; it was just a small house. Back then, the Su ancestors had fled here during a time of chaos, made some money in business, and then bought land to build a house. Later, as the Su business grew larger, they expanded upon the foundation of the old main house, gradually forming the current Su estate.

Jiang Hanyan mused. She roughly knew why the Su family only produced daughters, but she still needed to confirm it.

"Uncle Su, your house is so cool. It's strange; even though we're both at the foot of the mountain, your house is much cooler than mine," Li Baishui couldn't help but say.

When he was a child, he loved coming to the Su house to play because of the natural coolness, which was much more comfortable than being in an air-conditioned room.

"My house was designed by a high-level expert from Hua Country; it stays cool even without a breeze." Patriarch Su was very proud; his house was top-tier even in Hua Country.

"No wonder. Hua Country truly has many experts and deep heritage," Li Baishui remarked. Several thousand years of civilization were not just talk; taking any piece of it was enough for foreigners to study for a lifetime.

Young Master Su's room was very large and was the coolest place; it was very comfortable even without turning on the air conditioning. Patriarch Su loved his son and gave the most comfortable living space to him. Jiang Hanyan assessed the room, then looked at Young Master Su on the bed and silently shook her head.

It was lucky she came; otherwise, this Young Master Su would hardly have survived ten days.

Patriarch Su's love for his son had indirectly harmed him.

Young Master Su lay on the bed, gasping for breath, his face pale and his body skeletal. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a dry skeleton lying there quietly.

But inside Young Master Su's body, it was not quiet.

Jiang Hanyan could feel a fierce battle raging within him. Two souls were fighting for this body, and this situation had likely lasted for quite a while, which was why Young Master Su suffered from a strange illness where he was sometimes awake and sometimes delirious.

Currently, Young Master Su was unconscious only because his soul power was too weak to maintain consciousness. Coma was also a form of self-protection, but if he wasn't rescued in time, Young Master Su would fall into a permanent sleep.

Naturally, that other soul would also disappear as a result.

In fact, if Young Master Su hadn't been in this room, he wouldn't have fallen into a coma so quickly. Although Jiang Hanyan didn't know Young Master Su, she could be certain that he was a person of strong will, much like Zhou Yubai. Such a person, even if they weren't the Su family heir, could still build a career.

"There is another person on him," Lu Chen also felt something was wrong and spoke in Shanghainese.

Patriarch Su didn't understand, but Li Baishui did. His eyes flashed, and he shifted a few steps toward Jiang Hanyan, whispering secretly, "Master Jiang, is Liming possessed by something dirty?"

The wonderful thing was that this fellow actually used Shanghainese; although his accent was heavy, it was commendable.

"You could say that," Jiang Hanyan nodded.

Li Baishui exaggeratedly hugged his arms and looked around. Whether it was psychological or not, he felt a chill on his body, and there was a ghostly wind behind him, blowing so much that his hair stood on end.

Now he didn't find the Su house comfortable at all; it was gloomy and cold. His own home was still better.

Patriarch Su didn't understand what they were saying and asked anxiously, "Master Jiang, can my son still be saved?"

"He can."

Jiang Hanyan was very decisive. Young Master Su's situation wasn't complicated, but the Su family's trouble was a bit troublesome.

Patriarch Su was overjoyed. He bowed deeply, tears of gratitude falling as he said, "As long as Master Jiang can save my son, I will surely reward you heavily."

"Half the family fortune is unnecessary; I wouldn't dare accept it. One hundred million will do, and I will save your son's life."

Jiang Hanyan didn't ask for much. The Su family had hundreds of billions in assets, and Su Liming was the sole heir, so one hundred million was truly very cheap. But she couldn't ask for more; in this profession, one feared karma most. One should take what is due; asking for more would incur a karmic debt, leading to trouble later.

"Master Jiang is too kind. As long as you can save my son, I am willing to give..." Patriarch Su felt one hundred million was too little and wanted to give more. Jiang Hanyan interrupted him, "Only one hundred million. I won't take a cent more."

If he said more, she would find it hard to restrain herself. After all, it was hundreds of billions. she had worked very hard to suppress her greed; if Patriarch Su kept rambling, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold her ground.

Jiang Hanyan struck several Evil-Breaking Talismans. The soul fighting for the body with Young Master Su shrank in fear into a corner of the body; in her eyes, it was just a transparent little figure, trembling with fear.

Young Master Su's soul got a moment to breathe, and his breathing became a bit stronger, though he remained unconscious.

Jiang Hanyan took out a Qi-Replenishing Pill, which had Spiritual Spring water added to it, and fed it to Young Master Su. The pill melted upon entering his mouth, the medicinal liquid sliding down his throat. The spiritual energy permeated his entire body like the sweet dew of Avalokitesvara, nourishing Young Master Su's withered body.

"Liming's complexion is much better."

Li Baishui cried out in surprise. Young Master Su's pale complexion was visibly turning rosy to the naked eye, and the rise and fall of his chest was greater. Patriarch Su wept with joy; he had found the right person this time, and his son was saved.

"Master Jiang, when will Liming wake up?" Patriarch Su asked hopefully.

"He can't wake up for the time being. Forgive my bluntness, but Young Master Su's heart has a fundamental problem, doesn't it?" Jiang Hanyan's tone wasn't very good. The soul fighting for the body with Young Master Su had died too unjustly, which was why it was so unwilling.