X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 225 - 220: Mourning from All Sides

The two of them quickly contacted the municipal hospital and successfully made an appointment with Professor Peter, which wasn’t a difficult feat for them.

Ye Tian was placed in a wheelchair, and Bai Lan drove him to the municipal hospital with Yun Xinyan accompanying him the entire way.

Upon arriving at the municipal hospital, they soon saw Professor Peter, the elderly expert from England who, without any airs of academic authority, was very approachable with his authentic London accent.

Bai Lan explained Ye Tian’s condition to Professor Peter, and Yun Xinyan wheeled him over. After a thorough examination, Professor Peter said in his imperfect Chinese, "What are you doing? Do you realize that this person has been dead for a long time? Why would you ask me to treat him? I’m a doctor, not God."

"No!" Bai Lan couldn’t accept the reality at all, and tears immediately filled her beautiful eyes.

Meanwhile, Yun Xinyan squatted on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

The final hope had shattered!

Yun Xinyan was now crying so hard she had become a tear-soaked figure, slumped on the cold hospital corridor floor, with tears rolling down incessantly.

Bai Lan stood frozen in place, speechless with sorrow. Never one to smoke, she snuck to the supermarket near the hospital upon hearing the devastating news. Standing at the supermarket entrance, she began to smoke, coughing from the smoke while tears fell one by one.

At that moment, Bai Lan’s mind was filled with images of that unrestrained rascal, that flirtatious scoundrel, that hero who had saved her from danger!

"You little bastard, you just left like that? Without even saying goodbye! You jerk, I hate you! I hate you!"

The more Bai Lan smoked, the faster her tears flowed.

As the night breeze swept by, Bai Lan felt a chill throughout her body. With Ye Tian gone, it seemed as if something in the world was missing; she even felt that living had lost its meaning.

As the president of a multi-billion-dollar corporation, Yun Xinyan finally composed herself, regained some rationality, and started making arrangements for Ye Tian’s funeral.

Rather than sending his body to the morgue and crematory, Yun Xinyan moved it back to the villa.

Through the company’s official email, she notified all employees that she had family matters to deal with and would not be at work for the next seven days. The vice-president and the president’s office assistant would handle all matters during this time. She asked for no one to disturb her or send her emails over these seven days.

Thus, Ye Tian’s body was moved back from the hospital to Jin Guan City. Hospitals are places with many people and gossip, and the McLaren was too eye-catching. Despite Yun Xinyan’s effort to contain the news, it spread quickly throughout the city.

Dawn broke, and the sun rose into the sky, illuminating the vast Jin Guan City. The sleeping city woke up, the streets once again turned into a sea of cars, and the bustling crowds navigated the city, each living their own small lives filled with sorrow and joy.

For the residents of this city, today was no different from any other day. But for Yun Xinyan, the sky had collapsed!

Eight o’clock in the morning.

In the Jin Guan City villa, Bai Lan had already arranged the mourning hall early on. Wreaths and paper money were neatly placed at the entrance, paper maids and horses were lined up, along with a paper-made sedan and a small western-style building, all set up alongside them.

Bai Lan dared not stop busying herself. As soon as she took a break, she couldn’t help but look at that crystal coffin. The person inside looked as usual, except he would never stand and laugh again—he was dead.

Yun Xinyan sat still in front of the crystal coffin, quietly gazing at Ye Tian lying inside, recalling all their past moments, and she couldn’t help but cry incessantly.

Creak!

A Cadillac stopped in front of the villa. A stern-faced man in black got out to open the door, and a beautiful girl in a black leather jacket stepped out, her arm wrapped with a black cloth, clearly a mourner.

Bai Lan was taken aback and then approached, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"My name is Wang Bingbing." Wang Bingbing had just stepped into the mourning hall when she caught sight of the crystal coffin, her delicate body trembling at once.

Among many female friends who knew Ye Tian, Wang Bingbing was the most powerful. She had control over half of Jin Guan City’s underworld, and any gossip in the city couldn’t escape her. The battle between Ye Tian and the King of Hell in Wu Jiang was, of course, not missed by her ears.

Wang Bingbing only heard about the incident involving Ye Tian in the morning, and she simply didn’t believe it at first. However, her subordinates presented a convincing case, even showing her the death certificate from the municipal hospital.

Unbelievably, the unthinkable had happened—Ye Tian had really been in an accident.

With large dark sunglasses, Wang Bingbing stood in front of the crystal coffin, staring at the serene face inside, her body shaking uncontrollably, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. Her black-clad bodyguards quickly supported her.

"Ye Tian, come on, stand up!" Wang Bingbing shook the coffin vigorously, shouting loudly, "Weren’t you supposed to be the toughest? What’s lying there going to prove? Who killed you? Stand up and get back at him! Stand up! Stand up!"

At this moment, Wang Bingbing was shaking the crystal coffin like a madwoman, but as she shook it, the tears in her beautiful eyes surged even more.

Yun Xinyan and Bai Lan hurriedly held onto their sister. Bingbing’s hoarse screams indicated that she had a good relationship with Ye Tian, but shaking the coffin like this was absolutely unacceptable.

The observant Bai Lan clearly saw that beneath this fiery sister’s dark sunglasses, crystal-clear tears fell, trickling down to the floor, shattering into countless pieces; she knew that her heart had been shattered as well.

"Who hurt Brother Tian?" Wang Bingbing demanded, gripping Yun Xinyan’s collar fiercely, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent.

"What are you going to do?" Yun Xinyan asked with a frown.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, it’s only natural. I’m going to kill that person! I want to dismember him!" Wang Bingbing showed her ferocious side.

"Calm down!" Yun Xinyan warned.

"Even if you don’t tell me, I will kill that person sooner or later!" Wang Bingbing said through clenched teeth.

"Can you think rationally for a moment? If Ye Tian were alive, he definitely would not want you to take such a risk!" Yun Xinyan was a smart woman; knowing that someone capable of killing Ye Tian would be extremely dangerous, and although it was the first time she met this little sister, she did not want her to endanger herself.

"My business is none of your concern!" Wang Bingbing was resolute.

Ye Tian was not only her good friend and the man she adored but also her lifesaver. Now that Ye Tian had been killed tragically, she couldn’t call herself human if she didn’t seek revenge!

Yun Xinyan had finally managed to calm the explosive Wang Bingbing, feeling somewhat exhausted. However, she took comfort in the fact that even though Ye Tian was no longer with them, there was still such a brave sister willing to stand up for him. If Ye Tian knew from the underworld, he would undoubtedly be pleased.

However, Bingbing’s agreement to compromise came with a price. She insisted that Yun Xinyan hold a new funeral; after all, Ye Tian was the King of the Night, and his funeral should be a grand spectacle, not just in this modest villa.

"Sister, don’t worry. I will pay for the funeral, and if we are doing it, it will be the biggest in the country," said Wang Bingbing.

"You don’t need to trouble yourself. It’s better I take care of it. Money is no problem for me," Yun Xinyan was unyielding.

It was expected that these two strong-willed women would clash upon meeting.

Screech!

Another sound of brakes echoed!

An SUV pulled up at the entrance of the villa, and out stepped a man in combat boots, his hair cut short, his jaw cleanly shaven, his face stern, his eyes resolute, bearing a resemblance to Ye Tian.

The Wolf couldn’t believe the news he had heard was true until he stepped closer to the crystal coffin and saw the god of his heart lying inside. He was utterly devastated.

Ye Tian was the myth in his heart, the beacon on his life’s journey. Now that the myth had shattered and the beacon extinguished, he felt as if the sky had collapsed upon him.

Bai Lan stepped forward to greet him and asked, "Sir, may I ask who you are?"

The Wolf, with a heavy heart, did not answer her but walked step by step towards the crystal coffin, gazing at the sacred figure of his heart.

"Master!" The Wolf howled in grief.

Thud! The tall and stern man knelt before Ye Tian’s coffin.

It’s said that men do not easily shed tears, but only because they haven’t been deeply wounded in the heart.

Now, looking at Ye Tian’s remains, The Wolf wept.

This once bloodthirsty master of the Dark World knelt before the myth of his heart, tears rolling from his eyes, dampening his fists as tough as steel.

Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!

The Wolf began the rite of three kneelings and nine bowings, paying the highest tribute to the myth before his eyes with the most solemn ceremony of a warrior.

Even in death, Ye Tian’s deeds would become legend, the most revered myth among the strong, guiding The Wolf in the pursuit of his future direction.

"Ye Tian!" Just then, a cry of pain came from the entrance.