Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3117: Had Gong Fu Really Been Saved?

Ning Shu waited for a while longer but still didn’t hear any news about Gong Fu’s death.

Had Gong Fu really been saved? Was there some hidden master in this world, some kind of immortal?

Ning Shu thought that was unlikely. After all, this was the modern age—the end era of spiritual cultivation. The spiritual energy in the world was pitifully scarce. How could there possibly be immortals here?

Gong Rong sat on a bench in the hospital corridor with his head in his hands. This was already the fourth critical condition notice the doctors had issued.

From beginning to end, his sister had never woken up—not even opened her eyes to look at him once.

The doctors said Gong Fu could no longer hold on.

Now, if someone so much as pressed lightly on her abdomen, blood would gush from her mouth. Her internal organs were severely damaged.

She was hanging on by a thread. Her heartbeat was weak, and she could stop breathing at any moment.

Gong Rong couldn’t understand it. His sister had always been perfectly healthy—how could her condition have deteriorated so badly?

He stood up, swaying on his feet, nearly collapsing to the floor. His secretary rushed over to support him.

“Mr. Gong,” said the doctor in a white coat as he stepped out. “The patient has passed.”

Gong Rong covered his eyes and walked unsteadily into the hospital room.

On the hospital bed, Gong Fu was covered with a white sheet. Gong Rong took a deep breath and pulled the sheet back, revealing her lifeless, ashen face.

He closed his eyes briefly, then covered her again.

He was supposed to be the one to die. How could Gong Fu have died before him?

Did that mean all the things he had done—posing as a female since childhood, paving the way for Gong Fu—had been for nothing?

His progeria had been diagnosed when he was just a child.

Over the years, he’d received the utmost care and nourishment. It was already a miracle he had lived this long.

He had managed the conglomerate as a woman, all for Gong Fu’s sake.

Gong Rong’s eyes were red. He was powerless. Utterly powerless.

“One day, you too will taste the bitterness of helplessness.”

He pulled the sheet back over her and turned to leave.

News of Gong Fu’s death was made public. As the head of the SR Group, her sudden passing was bound to attract attention.

‘One day, you’ll taste the pain of helplessness yourself.’

He pulled the sheet back over her and turned to leave.

News of Gong Fu’s death was made public. As the acting head of the SR Conglomerate, her sudden passing was bound to attract attention.

First, Gong Rong had been kidnapped and presumed dead. Gong Fu had been thrust into power during the crisis and became the head of the SR Conglomerate.

Then Gong Fu fell ill, and suddenly, Gong Rong, the former head of SR Conglomerate, had miraculously ‘come back from the dead.’ Now, Gong Fu was also said to be dead.

The public, ever eager for gossip, imagined scenes of cutthroat elite family power struggle—blades flashing in the dark and bloodless murders.

Some even speculated whether Gong Fu would pull a ‘zombie resurrection’ like Gong Rong had—if she’d come back from the dead to kill her own older sibling.

But to their disappointment, Gong Fu was well and truly dead. Even her body had been cremated.

There was no coming back for her.

Gong Rong, barely conscious of his surroundings, completed his sister’s funeral as if in a trance.

His countenance was unwell, tinged with a faint bluish hue, yet he still had to deal with cutthroat schemers who lacked good intentions circling around him.

He was forcing himself to hold on. Even if he had one foot in the grave, he would still find a proper successor for SR Conglomerate. He couldn’t let these people take advantage of the situation.

Not long after Gong Fu’s death, Gong Rong’s body finally gave out. He collapsed and was taken to the hospital to recover.

His body had already been at its limit—completely burnt out. The stress only accelerated his decline towards death.

Ning Shu saw the news of Gong Fu’s death on TV. With Gong Fu gone, Gong Rong might as well have lost half his life.

At last, one problem had been taken care of. Now, it was only a matter of time for Gong Rong. With the state his body was in, he wouldn’t last much longer.

Ning Shu stretched lazily and started looking for a good hospital to get Mother Xu the treatment she needed.

Mother Xu insisted that she felt better and didn’t need to go to the hospital to waste more money.

However, Ning Shu was adamant and firm. Mother Xu’s illness wasn’t something that could be cured with a couple of acupuncture sessions.

Surgery wasn’t the issue—the main concern was finding a donor kidney. It’d be better for her to get admitted to the hospital sooner than later. Once a suitable donor kidney became available, the hospital would inform them immediately.