Qiqi’s eyes widened even more. “What’s so strange about that! This is the age of male beauty, the age of male beauty! You should toss those outdated ideas of yours back to your demon realm as soon as possible!”
Rong Yi ignored her.
Only then did Qiqi rein herself in, fawning over him obsequiously. “Alright, alright, I was wrong! Rong Yi is the best, Rong Yi is the greatest, most powerful demon under heaven!”
She then asked, “So, Senior Brother Lu’s illness—it’s nothing serious, right? Since he’s a reincarnated immortal, a little heart problem shouldn’t be too much for him, should it?”
Rong Yi shook his head. “I can’t say for sure! First, his reincarnation is just my speculation; second, even if my speculation is correct, this human world isn’t the same as that one. His identity here might be just as useless as my demonic arts. Besides, even if his identity is recognized here, he’s now reborn as a mortal with a mortal body. If he’s got heart disease, how could it be easy to recover?”
Qiqi grew anxious. “Then you’ve basically said nothing!”
Rong Yi shrugged, looking helpless.
Qiqi panicked, shaking his arm. “Rong Yi, Wolf King, Your Highness~~~ Do something! You’re a powerful demon, aren’t you!”
Rong Yi let out a cold laugh. “You humans have always put your faith in immortals, viewing us demons as outsiders… And now, at this critical moment, you’re actually begging a demon for help?”
His tone was joking, but there was a hint of resentment in it, along with long-suppressed grievance. It seemed that the demon realm among the six realms wasn’t exactly welcome in their human world either.
Qiqi made a bitter face. “I’m an atheist; I’ve never believed in immortals. But right now, I’d rather believe in you—Rong Yi, you’re way more powerful than any immortal!”
Rong Yi shrugged, completely unmoved by her flattery. “My magic is sealed now; I can’t save him either.”
Qiqi: “Rong Yi, don’t be so heartless!”
Rong Yi spread his hands. “I really can’t help.”
Qiqi looked up at the sky in despair. “God, please save Senior Brother Lu…”
But the gods were all dozing off at that moment—who would descend to the mortal world to help her?
Qiqi had to pep herself up—begging the gods is worse than begging yourself; only you are the true savior! I will save Senior Brother! I can’t just watch him fall like this!
With her mind made up, Qiqi immediately got to work.
She set aside the matter of the man in black for now, skipped the stubborn homeowners’ meeting in the neighborhood, and even stopped caring about classes. Gu Qiqi threw herself entirely into a sea of materials, spending every day researching information on rejection reactions, staying up late until her eyes were bloodshot.
Whenever she made a new discovery, she’d call Lu Wei immediately to discuss the feasibility of the treatment. In the first few days, Lu Wei would patiently talk to her on the phone, but after two weeks, his phone often went unanswered… Qiqi grew frantic, calling repeatedly until she finally got through, only to have Uncle Long answer. His tone was cold: “The young master is unwell, and the doctor has forbidden him from taking calls. Miss Gu, please call less often in the future.”
He hung up coldly, and when Qiqi tried again, she couldn’t get through.
Qiqi knew full well that with Senior Brother’s vast family wealth, the Lu family would do everything they could for his condition. Besides, Zhou Yi’s family had a top-tier private hospital and would surely provide all possible assistance to Senior Brother.