Julia Brooks saw the bloodstains on Brian Morgan's pant leg: “Little Brian! You’re hurt!” She rushed to Brian Morgan's side, pulled up Brian Morgan's pant leg, but found that the skin on both of Brian Morgan's legs was perfectly intact, and only then did she feel a bit relieved.

A kind of indescribable cold made Brian Morgan shiver. “I’m so thirsty…” He leaned weakly against the back of the sofa, feeling waves of stabbing pain at the back of his head.

Seeing Brian Morgan's pained expression, David Morgan immediately stopped scolding him. He placed his hand on Brian Morgan's pulse, and a warm, gentle stream of energy flowed along Brian Morgan's meridians into his body.

Although they were father and son, all the martial arts skills had been passed down to Brian Morgan directly from his grandfather. In terms of their sect, they should be considered senior and junior brothers. When his internal energy reached the area at the back of Brian Morgan's head, it was also blocked.

The intense stabbing pain made Brian Morgan moan loudly. At this moment, the bearded middle-aged man came to his side. His pair of dull, lifeless eyes swept over Brian Morgan's face twice. “This child’s body is weak, yet filled with a baleful aura. With such heavy evil energy, it must be suppressing himself. Judging from his face, his official star is severely damaged, as if he once encountered a calamity of death and evil spirits. He truly has the appearance of an early death. But what’s strange is, with such a weak life palace, how has he managed to survive until now?”

“Enough!” David Morgan roared, glaring at the middle-aged man. “Big brother! You left home without a word for thirty years, and now you come back just to say my son is going to die. Do you have any family affection left in your heart at all?”

Only then did Brian Morgan realize that the disheveled, down-and-out middle-aged man before him was actually his long-lost uncle, James Morgan.

James Morgan gave an awkward smile. “I’m just telling the truth…”

Julia Brooks also shot him a dissatisfied look. “We should hurry and take Little Brian to the hospital. We mustn’t delay our son’s illness.”

David Morgan nodded and helped his son to his feet.

But James Morgan blocked their way. “It’s useless! Even if you go to the hospital, they won’t be able to do anything. Little Brian's illness is something they simply can’t cure!”

David Morgan almost roughly pushed him aside and supported Brian Morgan as they headed out the door.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the city’s largest Bo’ai Hospital. Julia Brooks's classmate, the medical authority Dr. Foster, personally gave Brian Morgan a comprehensive physical examination.

The test results came in one by one: body temperature thirty-seven degrees; heart and lungs normal; liver and kidney function normal; CT, MRI, serological tests—almost every possible test was done.

Finally, they discovered an aneurysm about three centimeters in diameter at the pons of Brian Morgan's brain. From Dr. Foster's grave expression, Brian Morgan already guessed that his condition must be very serious.

He and Brian Morgan's parents went to the office to discuss Brian Morgan's illness privately. Brian Morgan vaguely felt that he might have a terminal disease this time, otherwise they wouldn’t have deliberately avoided him.

While they were talking, Brian Morgan's head suddenly began to ache, as if someone was crazily drilling holes outward from inside his skull. He clutched his head and slammed it hard against the wall.

Two nurses couldn’t hold down his arms. Brian Morgan frantically pushed them to the ground, letting out hoarse, desperate screams.

With swollen, red eyes, Julia Brooks burst in, sobbing. She clung tightly to her son’s body. David Morgan and other hospital staff soon rushed in as well. They used belts to restrain Brian Morgan on the bed and then injected him with a sedative.

What tormented Brian Morgan was that, even though they used a double dose of sedative, he still felt unbearable pain. His whole body’s muscles began to convulse, and his breathing became labored.

Dr. Foster shouted, “Prepare the surgical kit, we’ll perform a tracheotomy immediately!” Brian Morgan stared wide-eyed in terror. Although his mouth was open wide, the intense suffocating feeling kept attacking him.

Am I really going to die? Brian Morgan screamed in his heart.

Fully equipped, Dr. Foster gripped the cold scalpel and moved to cut into Brian Morgan's throat.

“Stop!” a hoarse voice shouted. Everyone was stunned. James Morgan forcefully pushed open the door and rushed in. David Morgan followed behind him, clearly having failed to stop him just now.

“Big brother! Can you please stop making trouble here!” David Morgan shouted. He could no longer tolerate his brother’s excessive behavior.

James Morgan still walked over to Brian Morgan's bedside. “Little Brian is the only descendant of our Meng family. I can’t just stand by and watch you hurt him!”

Dr. Foster signaled two assistants to block Brian Morgan's uncle’s way. James Morgan roared, “Move aside! The three-centimeter tumor at the back of his head could explode at any moment!”

Everyone was stunned. He had just arrived at the hospital and didn’t know Brian Morgan's real condition. How could he know there was a three-centimeter tumor at the back of Brian Morgan's head?

James Morgan parted the crowd and came to Brian Morgan's side. Because of the difficulty breathing, Brian Morgan's vision began to blur. James Morgan's right hand was placed on Brian Morgan's chest, his left hand on Brian Morgan's forehead. Two streams of energy, one cold and one warm, flowed from his palms into Brian Morgan's body.