473: Chapter 473 Birthday at the Amusement Park?

Bing Lan's small face suddenly turned beet red.

The flush spread from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears, even staining her neck with a faint layer of pink.

She immediately understood what Ye Chen meant...

The way to break the curse of the Extreme Yin Body was dual cultivation.

So.

At the latest, it would be tonight...

She turned her head away, looking out the car window and pretending to watch the scenery on the side of the road. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum: "I... I didn't forget."

Ye Chen gave a mischievous chuckle.

"Then that's right. After tonight, not only will your curse be lifted, but your strength will skyrocket. At that point, never mind whether you can help me or not..."

"At the very least, you'll have more than enough power for self-preservation."

Bing Lan didn't speak, but her ears were so red they looked like they were about to drip blood.

The car was silent for a few seconds.

Ye Chen suddenly spoke again: "And..."

"And what?"

Bing Lan still didn't turn her head, her voice sounding muffled.

Ye Chen looked serious: "And, when the Extreme Yin Body is cultivated in conjunction with the xuanyin silk scroll, your strength will explode."

Hearing this, Bing Lan snapped her head back. Those eyes, which were usually clear and cold, were now shining with startling intensity.

"Really?"

Looking at her reaction, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh: "Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"

Bing Lan didn't reply, but her eyes were full of expectation.

After a moment of silence in the car, Ye Chen asked again: "So where do you want to go next? Today, you call the shots!"

Bing Lan gazed at the street scenery rapidly receding outside the window and remained silent for a while.

Then.

She spoke softly: "Take me to an amusement park?"

Screech—

Ye Chen slammed on the brakes, his whole body pitching forward. He turned his head in bewilderment: "Ah? Are you sure?"

He thought he had misheard.

An amusement park?

No...

How could such a cold and aloof goddess be interested in a place like an amusement park???

Ye Chen couldn't help but ask: "That place has a lot of foot traffic. Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

Bing Lan shook her head, her tone calm.

"Although I was a celebrity before, I'm just an ordinary person now. No one should remember me."

Ye Chen rolled his eyes: "With your level of popularity, how could no one remember you?"

Was she kidding?

Even though Bing Lan had retired from the industry, her influence hadn't faded at all.

Those fans, the media, those gossip reporters—weren't they all watching her like hawks?

If Bing Lan were photographed at an amusement park, there would be no need to worry about tomorrow's headlines.

Bing Lan didn't speak; she just tilted her head to look at him and then spoke.

However.

There was actually a hint of soft sweetness in her voice.

"Just say whether you're going or not."

"I've never been since I was a child!"

Ye Chen was completely stunned.

He had known Bing Lan for so long; he had seen her cold side, her angry side, and her shy side.

But he had never seen her...

Acting spoiled.

That's right, she was acting spoiled.

Even though it was as awkward as if it were her first time doing such a thing, and even though there was a hint of unease in her voice, it was definitely acting spoiled.

Ye Chen's heart instantly softened.

"Fine!"

"To the amusement park!"

"Whatever you want to play today, I'll accompany you!"

Bing Lan's eyes instantly lit up.

Forty minutes later.

At the entrance of Xiamen City's largest amusement park.

Ye Chen parked the car, and the two of them walked side-by-side toward the ticket office.

Bing Lan had already changed into a light blue dress. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a white sun hat.

But even so, when she stood in the crowd, she was still like a lily blooming in a patch of weeds, so striking that people couldn't look away.

Ye Chen bought the tickets, and the two of them entered the park after their tickets were checked.

As soon as they stepped inside, waves of laughter and noise washed over them.

Bing Lan's footsteps paused for a moment.

Standing at the entrance, she gazed at the colorful world before her, feeling momentarily dazed.

The carousel turned slowly to melodious music, a roller coaster roared overhead, and the Ferris wheel rose slowly against the blue sky and white clouds.

A clown on stilts walked past them, holding a bunch of balloons, and gave her a wide grin.

Bing Lan was taken aback for a moment and nodded to him.

Standing beside her and watching her reaction, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh: "What? Are you starstruck?"

Bing Lan withdrew her gaze and said indifferently.

"No, it's just..."

"It's a bit different from what I've seen on TV."

"How is it different?"

"It looks better than on TV."

Ye Chen chuckled: "Of course. On TV, you're just watching it; now you're experiencing it personally. How could it be the same?"

Bing Lan didn't argue. Her gaze fell on the carousel not far away, and she watched it for several seconds.

Ye Chen noticed and grabbed her hand: "Come on, let's play that first!"

Bing Lan was dragged forward by him, but her steps were a bit hesitant: "That's for children..."

"Who said that?"

Ye Chen didn't look back. "Look up there, there are both adults and children. Besides, today you call the shots. You play whatever you want to play. Who cares if it's for adults or children?"

Bing Lan stopped speaking and let him lead her over.

But those eyes of hers were full of anticipation...

The two of them had just reached the carousel's ticket window, and Ye Chen was about to take out his phone to scan the code for tickets.

Suddenly.

A heart-wrenching cry erupted from the crowd nearby.

"Help! Someone save my son!"

"Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor here?!"

The voice was shrill and piercing, instantly drowning out all the laughter in the amusement park.

The next second.

The people in line all looked toward the sound.

By a bench next to the carousel, a woman in her thirties was kneeling on the ground, holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her arms, crying and shaking all over.

The little boy's face was purple, his lips were blue, his eyes were tightly shut, and his whole body was limp in her arms, motionless.

"Someone come quickly! My son can't breathe!"

"Help! I beg you, save him!!!"

A large circle of people quickly gathered around.

Some people took out their phones to call 120.

Some stood by helplessly, anxious but unsure what to do.

Some were talking all at once, offering suggestions...

"Is it heatstroke?"

"Heatstroke my foot, it's winter right now. Someone quickly pinch his philtrum!"

"Don't shake him! Don't shake him! What if his cervical spine is injured!"

...

But the woman had already lost her composure and couldn't listen at all, only knowing to hold the child and cry.

Just then, a Middle-aged Man wearing a polo shirt squeezed out from the crowd.

"Make way! I'm a doctor!"

As soon as he came out, the surrounding people automatically cleared a path.

The Middle-aged Man walked quickly to the child, knelt down, reached out to flip the child's eyelids to check, and then felt the carotid artery.

"Airway obstruction, weak heartbeat. He needs immediate CPR!"

The woman nodded frantically, as if she had caught a lifeline: "Please, save my son!"

The Middle-aged Man said no more. He crossed his hands, placed them on the child's chest, and began rhythmic compressions.

One.

Two.

Three.

He pressed very hard, each compression making the child's body bounce slightly.

The surrounding crowd held their breath and stared intently; some even counted the number of compressions in a low voice.

The woman knelt to the side with her hands clasped, constantly muttering: "Bodhisattva bless him..."

However.

Just then.

A hand reached out from the crowd and lightly pressed on the Middle-aged Man's shoulder.

"If you continue to press on his heart, it will only accelerate his death."

The Middle-aged Man's movements came to a sudden halt. He looked up, bewildered.

The surrounding crowd was also stunned, and they all looked toward the source of the voice.

They saw.

A young man wearing a white shirt, squatting beside the Middle-aged Man.

It was none other than Ye Chen.

Bing Lan stood behind him, her brow slightly furrowed.

If someone else had said this, she might have maintained a wait-and-see attitude.

But Ye Chen was different.

Back when they first met, it was Ye Chen who had used his superb medical skills to save her, and he had even pointed out the secret of the fox immortal statue.

The Middle-aged Man was stunned for two seconds, then his face darkened: "Who are you? I am a legitimate attending cardiothoracic surgeon. On what basis do you question my professional judgment?"

Ye Chen ignored his questioning and simply raised a hand to point at the child's throat.

"Look clearly at his neck."

The Middle-aged Man subconsciously looked down.

With this look, his expression changed slightly.

On the right side of the child's neck, there was a subtle protrusion about the size of a thumb, and the skin surface was tinged with a faint blue.

"This is..."

The Middle-aged Man's voice faltered, and fine beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead.

Ye Chen directly gave him the answer.

"congenital branchial cleft cyst, combined with an acute infection, compressing the trachea."

"By performing CPR now, the increased thoracic pressure will only cause the cyst to further compress the airway."

"He could have lasted a few more minutes, but with you pressing like that, he's probably about to die."

The woman's face changed drastically, and she panicked completely.

Someone subconsciously asked: "Ah? Then how much longer can this child live?"

Ye Chen calmly counted down.

"Three."

Everyone was bewildered.

What 'three'?

Did he mean three minutes!?

Ignoring everyone's reaction, Ye Chen continued to count: "Two."

The whole crowd: "???"

No, was he counting down?

Meaning...

"One."

When the final count fell.

The child suddenly twitched all over, and then his head slumped to the side...

He was dead!