Volume 1, Chapter 62: Going to the Hospital

Holding the phone, Lin Qiao stood speechless for a moment, a whirlwind of complex emotions churning inside her.

From the other end of the line came the sound of Qin Yi's commotion.

His voice was hoarse, repeatedly crying out, "Mom," "Mom."

Nanny Liu soothed Qin Yi with a few gentle words over the phone.

Lin Qiao quietly listened to the sounds coming through the earpiece.

Two knocks sounded from the other side, followed by a nurse's voice.

"Qin Yi's medicine is here. Have him take it as soon as possible."

In their decade-long rivalry, Cesena had managed a mere two victories, with the rest of the matches resulting in far more losses than draws.

After conveying his intentions to the Nanhua New York Office, Zhou Nan temporarily set the matter aside, preparing to thoroughly enjoy the classic spectacle of Hughes getting severely beaten.

Even upon hearing news he had long anticipated—knowing that every single task he had arranged for Uchiha Shi to execute had been a flawless success—Uchiha Kaisaburo still asked out of sheer habit, purely as a matter of routine.

Shortly after, Li Wei summoned a dragon, forcefully shattering the sealed laboratory. Walking out onto the street, he discovered that the entire Raccoon City had already been infected.

The moment basketball was mentioned, Gu Chao and Cui Xiaoxiong instantly perked up, but expecting them to play ball with someone of Li Wei's physique? Not a chance.

"Then let's take a bath together." Liu Qing kneaded my breasts while kissing my neck.

"A demon?" Gray's pupils constricted as he looked toward the temple. Sure enough, at the very peak of the temple, crimson moonlight was cascading down, converted and collected by a magic array before being channeled deep into the interior of the temple.

In addition, the giant Ganoderma lucidum belonging to the garrison possessed an unmistakably formidable aura, its ethereal exterior a full one and a half times larger than Ji Ya's.

When the United States dropped the atomic bomb via bomber over Hiroshima in World War II, it was released from an altitude of about nine miles. After the drop, the aircraft did everything it could to turn around and flee, reaching top speeds close to 600 kilometers per hour. Even so, it was still somewhat affected, as if the bomber had been whipped. That is to say nothing of modern nuclear weapons with far greater destructive power.

Countless soldiers marched forward simultaneously. Beyond the soldiers, powerhouses from the Skysending Alliance filled all eight directions. In an instant, vital energy raged and myriad forces surged.

Never before had he experienced such an unbearable sense of defeat, suffering the biggest rout of his life—one where he couldn't even save his own life. What a desolate state of affairs this was.

"Boss, didn't you ask me to wait on you? Why are you suddenly acting all shy? Are you afraid I won't serve you well?" Seizing the moment while Young Master Heng was preoccupied with covering his body and off balance, the betel nut girl forcefully shoved him down onto the bed.

"The weapons of Emperor Ku and Tianze? Truly living up to their legendary reputation!" spoke the owner of the giant black hand. His voice was deep, carrying a terrifying penetrating force capable of directly shattering a person's body and soul.

A few minutes later, Mustapha Ben Said had another opportunity, but ultimately, under Miranda's distraction, his header once again went wide.

Two streaks of light descended from the sky, finally transforming into the figures of Liu Fan and Yun Shu. The very instant they appeared, a series of terrifying auras immediately followed from the firmament.

"Your objective?" Lanlan asked again. Having already obtained what she wanted, the time had come to pay the price. Heaven is fair; there are no free rewards!

"Are you really planning to sleep here tonight?" Gao Qing rubbed his hands together at the side with a mischievous smirk. No matter how you looked at it, that expression was utterly wretched—the kind of look perhaps only an emperor of expressions could pull off.

Fifty-two points in half a season set a new halfway-season record in Spain, prompting Luo Ming to shake his head repeatedly at the sight: rampant to such a degree that if the Anderlecht club did not fall, the entirety of Spain would go mad. Leading Spain by as many as six points midway through the season, if things continued this way, they would truly become the Marrakesh Super Team.

The crucial part was that I noticed his speed was getting slower and slower, and as he swallowed downward, his throat seemed to roll backward uncontrollably.