At around 8:50, the car finally arrived at the cemetery.

The accompanying doctor was not very reassured about Fang Chengyu and wanted to go with him, but Fang Chengyu thought about it and felt that it was not appropriate, so he asked him to stay in the car and wait.

The accompanying doctor did not dare to be too far away and insisted that Fang Chengyu remain within his line of sight. Fang Chengyu did not refuse this.

The Eldest Young Master went ahead, and the accompanying doctor sat in the passenger seat, lowered the window, and paid attention to the Eldest Young Master’s movements at all times.

The Eldest Young Master walked into the group of relatives.

The group of relatives pointed at their car.

The Eldest Young Master communicated and explained.

It seemed that the Eldest Young Master’s communication was successful. The group of relatives stopped pointing and began the funeral process.

The funeral process was as long as a foot-binding cloth. Young Master Chengyu was caught in the middle, quiet and seemingly stable in his emotions.

The accompanying doctor waited for two hours, and the main part of the funeral finally came to an end. Most of the people who participated in the funeral dispersed at this time, leaving only a small number of people who still wanted to talk to the tombstone.

The Eldest Young Master was among them.

The remaining people took turns going up to talk to the tombstone alone.

The Eldest Young Master waited until the last relative had finished speaking before walking towards the tombstone.

The accompanying doctor’s originally drowsy mind suddenly became focused again.

The Eldest Young Master half-knelt in front of the tombstone, gently stroking the top of it, and whispered something to the tombstone.

His emotions still seemed stable.

The accompanying doctor quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, as he waited, the accompanying doctor suddenly felt that something was strange.

Was the amount of time the Eldest Young Master was talking to the tombstone a bit too long?

None of the other relatives had talked for that long!

The moment this thought popped up, cold sweat broke out on the accompanying doctor’s back. He suddenly opened the car door and got out of the passenger seat.

His professional sensitivity made him disregard any issues of etiquette and stride quickly towards the tombstone.

After not two steps, it became a run.

He noticed that the Young Master’s hand suddenly pressed against his chest.

His other hand was propped on the tombstone, his head resting on his arm, his whole body trembling imperceptibly.

…Oh no!

The accompanying doctor immediately yelled at the driver behind him, “Left side of the trunk! Bring me the number one medical kit and the AED!”

As soon as his voice fell, the phone in the doctor’s pocket, which was connected to the data from the Eldest Young Master’s wristband, suddenly sounded an alarm!

The accompanying doctor strode forward, running wildly towards the Eldest Young Master. But there was still some distance between him and the tombstone, and he couldn’t get there in the first instance.

He watched helplessly as the Eldest Young Master’s back suddenly arched, his five fingers clutching the tombstone tightly. His whole body curled up in pain, and soon he couldn’t support himself anymore. His figure swayed and he fell to the ground.

The low sound of the wind carried an intermittent gurgle, like the cry for help of a drowning person, and also like a desperate wail.

The doctor rushed to Fang Chengyu’s side like a sprinter. Without even catching his breath, he knelt on one knee and felt for the Eldest Young Master’s carotid artery.

…Oh no!

At this time, the driver also came running with the medical kit, panting heavily as he handed it to the doctor.

The driver gasped, “Young… Young Master Fang, he…?”

The accompanying doctor had no energy to answer the driver’s question.

He quickly attached the AED electrode pads to Fang Chengyu’s chest and took out various first-aid items from the medical kit. The whole process was as standard as a textbook.

But it was useless, useless!

The Eldest Young Master’s vital signs continued to decline, as if all first-aid measures were ineffective on him.

…What was going on?

The accompanying doctor’s years of medical experience received a huge blow at this moment.

He blankly and desperately continued to try first-aid efforts based on his body’s inertia, but his heart was completely cold.

…Modern medicine no longer exists??

…

Fang Ji was completely immersed in the choreography work for “New Year’s Eve.”

Today, Teacher Yang didn’t come, so he followed the inspiration he had gotten yesterday, trying out movements and listening to sounds alone in his room, then drawing all the movements he thought were good on paper to record them.

The morning’s progress was good.

Before the morning was even over, he had already finalized the amount of dance movements that were originally estimated to take a whole day to decide.

This made him very happy.

Just as Fang Ji was about to continue researching the next set of movements, for some reason, he suddenly came out of the state of flow that had lasted for a long time.

In other words, he was in a daze.

Fang Ji blinked slowly, experiencing this rare and unfamiliar state of being in a daze.

What was going on? Was it because his efficiency was too high today?

Fang Ji was a little confused.

He tried hard to refocus his mind and quickly move forward along the smooth train of thought he had just had.

Just then, Fang Ji remembered the flight schedule his brother had sent him last night.

The plane would land at one in the afternoon. He and the butler decided to have lunch early today and go out directly after eating.

What time was it now? Was it almost time for an early lunch?

Fang Ji picked up his phone and glanced at the time.

The phone screen lit up, and more than ten unread messages had accumulated on his phone. His parents, brother, and sister had each contributed 2-3 messages, and also…

Hmm? There were also two unread messages from his brother??

Fang Ji, who had been habitually planning to save all the messages to reply to at noon, immediately unlocked his phone, intending to see what his brother had sent him.

He clicked on his brother’s message window.

Brother (8:21): [Is Xiao Ji busy?]
Brother (8:23): -Missed voice call-

Fang Ji: !

Fang Ji: [! Saw brother’s message!]
Fang Ji: [[Peeking] What’s up, brother? Is there something you need?]

Fang Ji gave his brother a voice call back.

The voice call rang, but his brother did not answer immediately.

Fang Ji waited patiently.

Just then, a commotion came from the doorway.

The butler’s footsteps sounded hurried and heavy, and he quickly arrived at his room door.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The knocking was rapid and forceful.

Before Fang Ji could answer, the butler directly opened his door.

The butler’s expression was terrified and panicked, and his voice was the same, with a slight tremble. “Little Young Master!”

Fang Ji was startled by him and quickly got up to go forward.

Fang Ji: “What’s wrong, Uncle Li? What happened? Your expression…”

The butler gripped his arm tightly, his eyes wide open, and said in a sorrowful tone, “Little Young Master, Dr. Liu just sent a message. The Eldest Young Master… he was overcome with grief at his adoptive parents’ funeral, had a sudden heart attack, and… and couldn’t be saved…”

Fang Ji’s brain went “boom,” and all the noise disappeared.

He stared blankly at the butler and was stunned for a long while. “…What did you say? Who? Who couldn’t be saved? What happened to my brother?”

The butler said sadly, “Eldest Young Master Chengyu. His body is now at the morgue of T City Central Hospital. Do you think we should go to T City now to bring him back?”

Fang Ji stared blankly, trying to understand the meaning of the butler’s words.

He slowly turned his head. On the lit phone screen, the Green Letter voice call had automatically hung up because no one had answered for too long, and it had returned to the chat page.

He stumbled back two steps and fell into his chair.

The butler went forward worriedly. “Little Young Master…”

He was about to comfort the Little Young Master. But just as his hand touched Fang Ji, Fang Ji reacted as if stressed and slapped his hand away hard.

Fang Ji was like a cat with its fur standing on end, in a state of terror. “You’re lying! Brother promised me he would be back this noon. I’m going to wait for him at home!”

The butler smiled bitterly. “Little Young Master, but…”

Fang Ji covered his ears and shouted like a scream, “I won’t listen! I’m going to wait for my brother at home! You get out! Get out, get out, get out!”

The butler was in a dilemma for a moment, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, and froze on the spot for a long time.

It wasn’t until Fang Ji glared at him angrily that he reluctantly backed away, out of the room. He didn’t close the door, but said to Fang Ji from across the threshold, “Little Young Master, I’ll be right here. Just let me know whenever you’re ready to leave.”

Fang Ji ignored him.

Fang Ji sat blankly at his desk, staring at the floor with lifeless eyes, motionless.

After sitting like this for ten minutes, Fang Ji suddenly stood up. The bells and jewelry on his body jingled nonstop.

A pang of pain shot through Fang Ji’s expression, and he reached out to pull off the bell on his earlobe.

But halfway through the action, just as his fingertips touched the bell, his right ear seemed to remember the gentle and warm touch of his brother’s hand when he put the bell on for him yesterday.

His hand froze in mid-air.

He was stunned for a long time.

Finally, under the butler’s worried gaze, he silently lowered his hand, grabbed his phone, and strode towards the door with a blank expression.

The butler didn’t dare to let the Little Young Master out of his sight at this moment.

He followed closely behind the Little Young Master without leaving his side for a step, and went downstairs with him to the first-floor living room.

He saw Fang Ji sit down on the sofa with a plop and stare intently at the clock on the wall.

Twelve o’clock.

One o’clock.

Two o’clock.

Fang Ji, who had refused to eat lunch, had his eyes red from staring.

He finally turned his head and glared at the butler. “Isn’t my brother’s plane supposed to arrive at one-thirty? Why haven’t you gone to pick him up yet? Why isn’t my brother back yet?”

The butler said with difficulty, “Little Young Master, the Eldest Young Master’s body is at…”

Hearing the word “body,” Fang Ji’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice became shrill. “Shut up!!!”

Fang Ji pressed his lips together tightly, his face stiff. He forcefully turned his head away and continued to stare at the clock on the wall.

He continued to stare until three in the afternoon.

Then he turned his head again. His eyes were even redder, thinly veiled with a layer of mist.

Fang Ji: “Uncle, where is my brother? Why hasn’t he come back to find me yet? Didn’t he promise he would definitely be back this noon?”

The butler sighed and said, “Little Young Master, the Eldest Young Master, he has already…”

Fang Ji’s voice was choked with sobs as he roared, “You shut up! Don’t talk nonsense!”

He lowered his head, unlocked his phone with trembling hands, and sent messages to his brother.

One, two. A voice message. Three, four. A video.

No reply.

Fang Ji sobbed softly and, refusing to believe it, continued to stare at the clock on the wall.

He stared until four o’clock.

Five o’clock.

He finally turned his head again.

This time, his whole body was trembling, and it took all his strength to keep the tears from falling.

His expression was shattered, and his voice trembled along with it.

He asked the butler, “Uncle Li, where is my brother? Where is he?”

The butler sighed softly and said to the Little Young Master with pity, “The Eldest Young Master is waiting for you in T City to take him home.”

Fang Ji’s tears finally broke through, and they fell in large drops.

He cried and said, “Okay, let’s go pick up my brother and bring him home.”

The plane took off, landed.

The car drove from the airport to the hospital.

Dr. Liu sat outside the special morgue.

Ever since he received the call from Boss Fang, he had been holding his forehead and contemplating life for a long time.

Seeing the butler, he got up somewhat awkwardly and hesitantly and said to him, “I’m sorry, Old Li, I…”

The butler raised his hand to stop his words, shook his head sorrowfully, and then turned to follow the dazed Little Young Master into the morgue.

Dr. Liu: “…”

Fang Chengyu’s body was placed in a separate room.

Fang Ji entered the morgue in a daze. The moment his gaze touched the figure covered by a white cloth in the room, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground at the entrance.

His eyes were blank, only tears falling in large, unconscious drops.