Chapter 3: Effortless

Han Yang nodded silently and said no more.

Then, he followed Linda into the car.

After about half an hour, the car arrived at the International Trade Building.

Jiang Ruoxi’s fashion company was located on the eighteenth floor of the building.

Upon arrival, Linda led Han Yang to Jiang Ruoxi’s office.

Pushing the door open, Han Yang saw Jiang Ruoxi sitting upright in the boss’s chair.

This woman was strikingly beautiful.

She exuded a mature charm from head to toe.

Seeing this, Han Yang’s throat involuntarily tightened.

“President Jiang, Mr. Han has arrived,” Linda announced.

Jiang Ruoxi replied expressionlessly, “You may leave now.”

Linda turned and left.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ruoxi’s eyes remained fixed on Han Yang.

She would recognize this man even if he turned to ashes.

Four years ago, Han Yang had been poisoned with a rare toxin and collapsed on the roadside, wailing in agony.

Out of kindness, she had approached him.

He dragged her into an alley, begging her to be with him to help cure the poison.

He even promised to marry her afterward.

At that time, Han Yang was delirious, looking terrifying and speaking incoherently.

Before she could agree, he forcibly took advantage of her, then passed out completely.

Frightened, Jiang Ruoxi had decisively fled that alley.

A month later, she found herself pregnant.

She had investigated Han Yang and learned he had married a woman named Gu Shuyao and was a stay-at-home husband.

Soon after, Jiang Ruoxi gave birth to Youyou.

Being an unwed mother, she was condemned by everyone and severed ties with the Jiang family.

Recalling these events, hatred filled Jiang Ruoxi’s heart.

“Miss Jiang, may I ask why you wanted to see me?” Han Yang inquired.

Jiang Ruoxi’s face remained emotionless. “Han Yang, my son Youyou suffers from a rare disease and needs a bone marrow transplant. Your bone marrow is a close match to his. I want you to donate your bone marrow to him, and I will pay you three million yuan.”

Han Yang’s expression showed surprise. “How do you know my bone marrow matches your son’s? As far as I know, bone marrow transplants require a direct relative. I’m not his father; how could my marrow possibly match his?”

Han Yang doubted if Jiang Ruoxi was out of her mind to make such a demand.

She, being an unwed mother, should have sought the child’s biological father.

“I understand all that. I’ve already commissioned a general screening. Your medical records were left at the hospital, and from your examination report, I know your bone marrow is the same type as my son’s,” Jiang Ruoxi said deliberately.

Han Yang pondered, “I see.”

“I need your help badly. Rest assured, I won’t treat you unfairly. Afterward, I’ll give you three million. Just consider it an act of charity. My son is only three years old.”

Han Yang replied, “Actually, I think you should look for the child’s biological father. That would be more reliable.”

Jiang Ruoxi was furious inside. You’re the child’s biological father, damn it.

Only now are you unworthy of knowing the truth.

I won’t let Youyou acknowledge a worthless man like you.

Let’s just say I’m buying your bone marrow.

“If I could find the biological father, I wouldn’t have bothered coming to you. I really need your help now,” Jiang Ruoxi said patiently.

Han Yang paused, then said, “Let me see Youyou first, then I’ll decide.”

“All right, I’ll take you there now,” Jiang Ruoxi said, not wanting to waste time, and they left the office.

***

They soon arrived at a private hospital.

The hospital director, Wang Shuo, was a returned overseas doctor with exceptional medical skills.

He was the one who proposed the bone marrow transplant for Youyou.

Han Yang and Jiang Ruoxi entered the ward.

Wang Shuo and his medical team were gathered around a hospital bed.

Lying there was a little boy, eyes tightly shut, unconscious.

This was Jiang Ruoxi’s son, Jiang Youyou.

Han Yang studied him carefully; Youyou resembled Jiang Ruoxi closely.

The moment he saw the child, Han Yang felt an inexplicable closeness.

It was a subtle feeling he couldn’t quite explain.

But Han Yang also sensed something was wrong — a sinister aura lingered between Youyou’s brows. His illness was far from simple.

“Director Wang, this is the bone marrow donor I found. His name is Han Yang,” Jiang Ruoxi introduced.

Wang Shuo scrutinized Han Yang. “Let me take you for a physical examination first.”

“Wait, may I ask what illness Youyou has?”

“It’s a very rare and strange disease. He’s been unconscious for several days and now requires a bone marrow transplant to survive,” Wang Shuo said flatly.

“You still haven’t told me what exactly Youyou’s illness is,” Han Yang pressed.

“Why are you babbling so much? I don’t owe you any explanations. If you don’t want to donate your marrow, just say so—no need for all this nonsense,” Wang Shuo snapped.

Jiang Ruoxi’s expression darkened.

It was clear Han Yang was reluctant to donate bone marrow.

If necessary, she would reveal the truth to him.

Though she didn’t want Youyou to recognize such a worthless man, she had to compromise for her son’s sake.

“Han Yang, do you think three million isn’t enough? How much do you want? Just say it,” Jiang Ruoxi tried to stall.

“Miss Jiang, Director Wang doesn’t even know what disease Youyou has. Do you really think a marrow transplant would help? You’re obviously being led by the nose. He said Youyou’s been unconscious for days, but I have a way to wake him up. Once Youyou wakes, we can discuss further,” Han Yang told Jiang Ruoxi.

Jiang Ruoxi was astonished.

Could Han Yang really awaken Youyou, who’d been unconscious for days?

Wang Shuo had said only a bone marrow transplant could revive him.

Before Jiang Ruoxi could speak, Wang Shuo roared, “Who the hell do you think you are, spouting nonsense without a clue? You think you’re some miracle doctor who can wake Youyou? Show any more disrespect and don’t blame me for being rude.”

Han Yang sneered, “Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it. I’ll wake Youyou up right now.”

With that, Han Yang approached the bed.

Wang Shuo hurriedly said to Jiang Ruoxi, “Miss Xu, are you really going to let this lunatic treat Youyou?”

Jiang Ruoxi hesitated a moment, then asked Han Yang, “Are you confident you can wake Youyou?”

“Don’t worry. Once I act, the effect will be immediate.”

“Fine, I’ll let you try. But I have one condition: if you fail to wake Youyou, you must donate your bone marrow to him.”

Han Yang agreed immediately. “No problem. I promise.”

Han Yang then sat on the edge of the bed, gently helped Jiang Youyou sit up, and slapped his back lightly.

The next moment, Han Yang infused the mystical Daoist energy into Youyou’s body.

Wang Shuo watched his strange display with a mocking smile.

This kid was quite the pretender, probably inspired by martial arts movies, trying to heal with internal energy.

Ridiculous.

But soon, Wang Shuo was proven wrong.

***

Under Han Yang’s treatment, Youyou quickly woke up.

The entire medical team, including Wang Shuo, was dumbfounded.

How was this possible?

What had he done?

Jiang Ruoxi was also stunned, unable to close her mouth in amazement.

Han Yang truly woke the boy who had been unconscious for days.

After regaining composure, Jiang Ruoxi hurried over. “Youyou, you’re finally awake. You’re finally awake.”

Overjoyed, she embraced Youyou tightly.

“Mom, you’re holding me too tight. I can barely breathe,” Youyou said.

Jiang Ruoxi quickly loosened her grip. “Sorry, Mom was too excited.”

Youyou blinked at Han Yang.

Han Yang looked back at him.

The strange feeling of closeness grew stronger — warm and familiar.

“Mom, who is this?” Youyou asked.

Jiang Ruoxi hesitated. “This… this is Uncle Han!”

“Uncle Han? Is he Dad?” Youyou asked innocently.

Jiang Ruoxi immediately denied it. “He’s not your father!”

Han Yang waved his hands quickly. “I’m not your father. I’m not lucky enough for that.”

Youyou pouted, still staring at Han Yang.

Han Yang appeared a little nervous.

He certainly didn’t want to become an accidental father overnight.

Jiang Ruoxi asked Han Yang, “Han Yang, what’s wrong with my son? Do you know the cause?”

“He was cursed, which caused his coma. If the curse isn’t lifted, he will die in his sleep soon.”

“A curse?” Jiang Ruoxi was shocked.

Wang Shuo and his team were also surprised.

In truth, they didn’t know what Youyou’s disease was.

But out of face, they dared not reveal the truth.

So Wang Shuo had just made up a reason to perform a bone marrow transplant.

Han Yang continued, “Yes, Youyou was cursed. This curse requires knowledge of his birth chart. Hearing this, you probably know who did it.”

Jiang Ruoxi’s face darkened further.

Besides her, only the Jiang family knew Youyou’s birth chart.

It seemed the Jiang family still couldn’t accept Youyou.

They always regarded him as a bastard.

Now, they even tried to kill him by such a vile method.

Jiang Ruoxi withdrew her thoughts and said to Han Yang, “I understand. Thank you.”

“Youyou is awake, but treatment isn’t over. I need to treat him once every three days, three more times, to fully lift the curse.”

Jiang Ruoxi nodded. “Okay, I understand. Let’s exchange contact information.”

Han Yang agreed, and they exchanged numbers.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” Han Yang said.

As he passed Wang Shuo, he cast him a disdainful glance.

Wang Shuo hung his head in shame, not daring to meet Han Yang’s eyes.