Chapter 471 I'd trade my life for my daughter's.

Qiao Qiao, who had lost consciousness, entered a dream.

...

Who are they?

In a corner of a bustling and lively grand banquet, a man who hadn't yet changed out of his combat uniform pointed to the center of the banquet and asked the people around him a question.

The person he was asking looked in the direction the man indicated, then looked away, asking the man with great surprise, "Uncle Yan, is it true? Don't you know him?"

"Should I get to know him?" the man countered.

After asking the question, the man reached out and touched his chest, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were enduring something.

“Those are your cousins, Uncle Yan. One is named Shen Lu, and the other is named Shen Li.”

"Didn't you know that today is the day they are engaged to the sons of the Xiang and Tan families respectively?"

"Grandpa Shen specially invited you back to the manor today to elevate their status."

The person next to him answered, and after answering, he nodded affirmatively to indicate that he had not misremembered.

Shen Lu, Shen Li.

Shen Qingyan unconsciously uttered the two names once, and along with them came a sharp, tearing pain in his chest, so intense that he staggered.

He was only able to steady himself by grabbing the corner of a table beside him.

But when he looked up again, the person standing next to him cried out in surprise.

"Uncle Yan, what happened? Are you injured? Why is there blood on your lips?"

The man pointed to the bloodstains at the corner of Shen Qingyan's mouth, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

Shen Qingyan was stunned upon hearing this.

He then reached up and wiped his mouth, and sure enough, he saw a little scarlet on his fingertip.

However, Shen Qingyan didn't care. Instead, she shook her head at the person next to her and said it was nothing. Then she looked at the two girls who were being fawned over by everyone in the center of the banquet.

Both girls were very young, looking to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

She is very beautiful.

They are like the darlings of the world, loved and flattered by everyone, and look so radiant.

But Shen Qingyan felt differently.

This shouldn't be the case.

That shouldn't be the case.

He disliked the two girls very much; in fact, one could say he loathed them.

But for some reason, looking at the faint glow emanating from the two girls, I subconsciously wanted to get closer.

He slowly walked towards the two girls in the banquet center.

And with each step taken.

Shen Qingyan felt the pain in her chest intensify.

It was so intense that a metallic, sweet taste rose in his throat.

The intense pain brought on by this metallic sweetness was far more severe than any injury he had suffered during previous missions, as if it had reached the deepest part of his soul.

He was in so much pain that he began to hallucinate.

Shen Qingyan walked up to the two girls.

The others who were originally surrounding the two girls all stepped back when they saw him, as if to give up their positions to the three of them.

Shen Qingyan extended his hand.

Under the bewildered yet slightly surprised gazes of Shen Lu and Shen Li, he reached out his hand.

Shen Qingyan touched the halo surrounding the two girls.

The halo seemed to have a life of its own, gradually enveloping his fingertip, then his hand, his arm, and finally his entire body.

Then.

Shen Qingyan heard it.

Someone was calling out to him, crying, and pleading for help.

—Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad.

Someone was calling him "Dad".

The child who called him "Dad" was crying; she was crying very sadly and was still begging him for help.

—Dad, Dad.

"Daddy, it hurts so much, it really hurts..."

"Daddy, save me, save me, save Qiaoqiao..."

"Daddy, Qiaoqiao is in so much pain, Daddy, Daddy."

—Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad…

who?

Who exactly is it?

Who is calling him?

Who is calling for his help?

Buckwheat?

Who is Qiaoqiao?

Why did his heart ache so much when he heard this child who called himself Qiaoqiao cry for help?

Shen Qingyan felt his chest hurt more and more, so much so that he could hardly breathe, and his throat felt churning, as if something was about to burst out.

"Tang...ah!"

The two young and beautiful girls were taken aback when they saw Shen Qingyan walking closer and closer to them. Then, their faces lit up with surprise and delight.

They clearly hadn't expected that Shen Qingyan would not only actually attend their engagement party, but also show them affection.

Before the two girls could even utter the word "Uncle," Shen Qingyan spat out a mouthful of blood right in their faces.

It poured down on their heads.

They were so frightened that they screamed.

...

A cold operating room.

The incandescent bulb emitted a glaring, cold light, illuminating the two almost identical faces under the operating light.

The two faces, their owners with tears streaming down their faces and eyes filled with panic, were pleading desperately. Standing beside the operating table was a young man in a white coat, holding a scalpel.

"Uncle, we really didn't know anything about it."

"Uncle, please let us go. This was all our parents' idea. We didn't know the truth."

"Uncle, Uncle, please forgive us! We'll take her place and be your daughters too..."

However, Shen Qingyan, standing by the operating table, listened to the two girls' pleas without showing any expression.

He expressionlessly pushed two tubes of liquid into the bodies of the two girls.

Until the two girls closed their eyes in despair.

The sharp knife cut through the skin.

Blood spread rampantly.

The blood stained the two operating tables covered with white sheets beneath him.

Shen Qingyan carefully took out the heart and kidney from the two girls' bodies.

They were placed together in a red medical instrument box.

Only after he had done all this did the expression on his face change slightly.

He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the red box.

A silent sorrow enveloped him, causing his hair to turn almost half white in an instant, and fine lines to appear at the corners of his eyes.

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temple.

Incense smoke curls around.

The sound of Zen chanting murmurs.

Shen Qingyan held the red medical instrument box in both hands, knelt in front of an open space, and dug a small pit about a meter deep with his bare hands.

He gently placed the medical device box, which he had been carefully protecting in his arms, inside.

Then, on top of the container, a small sapling about half a meter tall was placed.

Cover with soil, bury.

As the murmuring Zen sounds rose from the mountaintop behind him, Shen Qingyan's lips kept moving, as if he were devoutly chanting something.

The sound was very, very faint, almost inaudible.

But Qiao Qiao, suspended in mid-air, heard it all clearly.

That is—

I would give my life for my daughter's life!

I would give my life for my daughter's life!!

I would give my life for my daughter's life!