Chapter 162: Never Short of Men Around Her

Wan Yu: "..."

Going back and forth, they ended up right back where they started.

Only...

Before she could dwell on it too much, Mu Yinyin shifted her gaze to her and said pointedly, "Look at who's talking. Sister Wan, you've been single this entire time and have never been in a relationship. Why don't you consider yourself instead?"

Wan Yu chuckled instantly, spreading her hands in a casual gesture. "What is there for me to consider? Do you really think your sister here is actually single? I've never been short of men around me, alright?"

Mu Yinyin shook her head helplessly. "There's just no doing anything with you."

Wan Yu let out a sigh, looking somewhat helpless. "Sister actually prefers women. Why don't you stop looking and just be with me? I promise to dotingly treat you as my legal wife. Even if I flirt around in the future, all those girls will just be like your younger sisters. How does that sound?"

Mu Yinyin: "..."

She cast a look of utter disgust at Wan Yu. "Forget it, I don't have that kind of hobby."

Wan Yu couldn't help but burst into a chuckle, letting out a soft laugh. However, she didn't dwell on the matter further, unlocked her phone, and sent a file to Mu Yinyin. "Here's something for you. Take a look and see if you want to take it."

Mu Yinyin's phone vibrated. She tapped on it and quickly opened the document.

After reading through it, she narrowed her eyes. "A bully?"

"Well, how should I put it? You can't entirely call him a bully. It's more like he has his own stance, his own difficult circumstances, and he also does all sorts of good deeds."

Mu Yinyin remained silent.

Wan Yu slowly continued, "This person is indeed a scoundrel, but he is also a man of great principle. He will exact vengeance for the slightest grievance, yet he will also repay a favor with his life. Take a look at this person—will you save him or not?"

Mu Yinyin frowned slightly, as if deep in thought.

Before she could ponder further, however, Wan Yu's phone suddenly rang.

Wan Yu looked surprised. "Shouldn't my mom be taking her nap right now?"

Despite saying this, she still answered the call. "Mom, why are you calling me at this time?"

Mu Yinyin sat in her chair without moving, but she distinctly noticed Wan Yu's expression suddenly darken. The next second, Wan Yu blurted out, "I'm heading back right now!"

With that, she hung up the phone.

Mu Yinyin looked at Wan Yu, who was anxiously looking back at her. "What happened?"

"My dad's illness suddenly flared up, and it's severe."

"I'll go with you." Mu Yinyin stood up immediately.

Wan Yu nodded without saying anything else, and the two of them hurried out together.

When paying the bill, Wan Yu casually pulled a few bills from her wallet and left without waiting for change.

Fearing that Wan Yu would be too worried, Mu Yinyin took the driver's seat for the trip back.

Mu Yinyin's driving skills had always been top-notch, and Wan Yu trusted her completely.

The entire journey was driven at full speed through red lights back to her parents' home.

As soon as they stepped inside, they heard Mrs. Wan's anxious voice. "Sweetie, you're finally back! Hurry up and check on your dad—he was just coughing up blood!"

Neither Wan Yu nor Mu Yinyin bothered to change their shoes. Wan Yu grabbed Mu Yinyin's hand directly and said, "Come with me."

Mu Yinyin said nothing, moving with exceptional speed into their bedroom.

At that moment, Mr. Wan was lying on the bed, breathing with extreme difficulty as he coughed weakly from time to time.

Hearing footsteps, he looked toward the two people by the bed, but lacking the strength, he could only part his lips without uttering a single word.

Wan Yu immediately looked at Mu Yinyin, but before she could ask her to examine him, Mu Yinyin had already stepped forward to take Mr. Wan's pulse.

Mrs. Wan hurried in as well, but due to her advanced age and slow legs, it took her a while to make it upstairs.

Mu Yinyin's gaze narrowed slightly. "It's not a critical illness, don't worry. But there are no facilities here, so we should get him to the hospital first."

"Is the ambulance almost here?"

Mrs. Wan nodded immediately. "Almost, almost. I've already urged them."

"Alright."

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. They quickly transferred him to the hospital. With Mrs. Wan present, Wan Yu didn't dare ask out loud, so she quickly sent a WeChat message to Mu Yinyin and gestured for her to look at her phone.

Mu Yinyin opened WeChat.

—Wan Yu: [Were you afraid to tell the truth just now because of my parents? How is he? Why would he suddenly cough blood out of nowhere?]

Mu Yinyin's eyes flickered as she replied.

—Mu Yinyin: [There is indeed some issue with his lungs, but it's not as severe as you think. Proper recuperation can lead to a full recovery. That's how it looks from his pulse, but we still need to combine it with Western medicine and run some instrument tests.]

Wan Yu trusted Mu Yinyin's medical skills unconditionally. Even without Western medicine or diagnostic machines, Mu Yinyin's pulse-taking alone was enough for her to believe.

However, she also knew that Mu Yinyin was never one to exaggerate. Understanding this, Wan Yu finally felt relieved.

Looking over at her extremely worried mother, Wan Yu spoke directly, "Mom, Yin Yin said there's no problem, which means there's no problem. You don't need to worry so much."

"Yin Yin is..." Mrs. Wan paused in shock, uttering those few words. Before she could finish, Wan Yu nodded immediately. "That's right, she is."

Mrs. Wan's eyes lit up slightly as she looked directly at Mu Yinyin. "Really? Is my old man really okay?"

Mu Yinyin nodded immediately. "Auntie, please rest assured, Uncle Wan is truly fine."

Mrs. Wan nodded, still looking somewhat worried. The reason she didn't doubt Mu Yinyin was that Wan Yu had previously told her the legendary master physician known as the King of Hell wasn't an elderly man, but a young girl. Mrs. Wan had been extremely shocked when she first learned about it, but over time, she had come to accept the fact.

Now, seeing Mu Yinyin in person, she couldn't help but look her over, though her overwhelming anxiety had diluted much of her curiosity.

Soon, the examinations began.

When the results came out, they matched exactly what Mu Yinyin had said: there were some issues with the lungs, but nothing critical. At an advanced age, minor ailments were inevitable.

As long as he took his medication, received intravenous drips, and cooperated with the treatment, he would recover.

Mrs. Wan finally let go of her worries.

Two hours later.

Thanks to the medication and IV drip, Mr. Wan's spirit had improved noticeably.

Inside the hospital room, the four of them sat together. Wan Yu frowned, looking at her father with a displeased expression. "Have you been smoking heavily again lately?"

"Heaven and earth bear witness, I've been trying to quit smoking recently!"

"Quit smoking? Are you sure you aren't smoking *more* the harder you try to quit?"

"Of course not! Ask your mom, the amount I smoke now is clearly less than half of what it used to be."

Mrs. Wan interjected somewhat hesitantly, "Dear, your dad is telling the truth. Though... is it possible that because he suddenly cut down, his body couldn't adapt..."

"Oh, please stop. You actually believe that kind of logic?" Wan Yu was utterly exasperated.