My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (15): 

The video showed several conversations between Si Yishan and his private doctor after his illness had been diagnosed in recent years.

In the footage, he looked noticeably younger than he does now, sitting on a stark white hospital bed, head slightly lowered as he studied the test results before him.

The doctor stood nearby explaining his condition. Perhaps because Si Yishan’s expression was so grim, the doctor’s tone carried a hint of persuasion: “You’ve been using mental power in combat for too long, overdrawing the vitality of your organs. That’s why—”

The man on the bed lifted his head, eyes sharp and icy, and cut him off: “How can it be cured?”

The doctor froze, seemingly rattled by his gaze, then after a pause said: “To… to cure it would be very difficult. Your organs are already beginning to atrophy. This process can’t be reversed. My suggestion is to refrain from using mental power from now on. That might buy you more time…”

Si Yishan remained silent, his expression downright terrifying. His gaze was dark and oppressive as he looked at the doctor who had brought him such news, his voice sounding as though it had come from hell itself: “You mean that even if I stop using mental power, I’m destined to become a cripple—or a vegetable?”

The doctor looked at him with a troubled expression. His silence said everything.

Si Yishan put away the medical records in his hand and ordered: “This is confidential. Destroy all my test reports immediately.”

Knowing Si Yishan’s status, the doctor understood the matter could not be leaked. Fearing trouble, he quickly agreed and complied.

When the doctor turned back to say all records had been deleted, and Si Yishan had already left the consultation room, he sat alone in his office, shaking his head regretfully. How could a great hero have fallen ill with such a disease? Heaven was truly unfair.

The next second, however, a group of people burst unannounced into his office. They seized the panicked doctor and dragged him away. Within moments, the room on camera was empty.

At first, viewers didn’t think much of it, sharing the doctor’s regret that such a great general had fallen ill. But when the doctor was suddenly dragged away, everyone felt a jolt of unease. Something wasn’t right.

The video ended by showing updates from the doctor’s family: they had reported his sudden disappearance to the police, searched for years without finding any trace of him, and the investigation turned up no leads.

Viewers were dumbfounded, spamming the screen with frantic comments.

“Wait, this doctor was kidnapped? No news for years—was he silenced?! How can things like this still happen today? This is horrifying!!”

“The surveillance timestamp matches the year he disappeared…”

“Too terrifying. To kidnap and kill just for this? Even if he’s a general, he can’t do whatever he pleases. What does he think we ordinary people are?”

“I was this doctor’s colleague. After he disappeared, his family came to the hospital many times. His daughter was only six then, crying in the hospital for her father. It was heartbreaking. We even helped put up missing person notices. Who knew I’d see him here…”

People were furious, flooding departments with the video, demanding a full investigation.

At the same time, they hurriedly clicked to the next video, desperate to see what other unspeakable things the man they once prayed for had done.

In the next clip, Si Yishan was speaking with a doctor in his forties or fifties. Two reports lay between them—one from the previous video, the other newly produced.

The doctor, after carefully reading and analyzing, said: “Your condition is already extremely severe. The best you can hope for is conservative treatment to prolong your life for a few more years.”

Si Yishan didn’t even blink, replying coldly: “I didn’t bring you here to hear you tell me to accept fate. I want a result that satisfies me.”

The doctor didn’t argue with his attitude. After some hesitation, he said slowly: “There may be one possible method.”

“Speak.”

“Organ transplant.”

Si Yishan shifted into a more comfortable posture, lifted his chin slightly, signaling him to go on.

The doctor, seeing no change in expression, emphasized: “But for brain tissue… removing it would cause extremely serious consequences for the donor. At best, they would become an idiot who knows nothing…”

Si Yishan sneered, his meaning clear.

The doctor pursed his lips and stopped wasting words. A man who had already threatened his family and dragged him here for something so secret would never spare him afterward. He could not expect morality.

He could only say: “You want organ transplants to restore your mental power. Artificial organs won’t work. Ordinary people’s organs won’t either. They must come from someone whose mental power waves closely match yours. Which means the donor must be a blood relative.”

This time, Si Yishan didn’t sneer. He paused, thought for a few seconds, then nodded. “I happen to have a son. His mental power level is quite good.”

The doctor had nothing left to say. With a silent sigh, he lowered his head and resigned himself: “You can bring him in for testing, to see if he’s compatible with you.”

The video cut off there, freezing on Si Yishan’s indifferent face.

The internet exploded.

“Bastard! He’s a monster!!”

“Even a tiger won’t eat its cubs, and he’s a man!”

“Wait, this was years ago, right? Then the ‘son’ he mentioned—was that Si Yuan? But Si Yuan isn’t his biological son. So… so now he’s targeting Si Qi?!!!”

“No wonder the internet’s been attacking Si Qi lately, like the whole world’s forcing him to go home, saying if he doesn’t, he’s not worthy of being human. It was all a conspiracy to trick him back for organ harvesting!!”

“I was brainwashed by those comments too. I even told Si Qi to go home and be filial to his dying father. Damn it, so this is what ‘filial piety’ means?!”

“He never once fulfilled his responsibility as a father, and now that he needs his child’s brain, he suddenly plays the doting parent, talking about father-son reunion—disgusting!!”

“Well, Si Yuan must feel lucky now. He lost his status as the eldest young master for not being Si Yishan’s son, but at least he survived.”

“So Si Yishan knew years ago that Si Yuan wasn’t his son??? Then he must’ve also known Si Qi was! That meeting at the start of term—wasn’t coincidence, was it? He did it on purpose?! To hide the truth and secretly target Si Qi?!!”

“The more I think, the scarier it gets. This goes too deep.”

“If today’s videos hadn’t come out, wouldn’t Si Qi soon have been forced to move into the Si household? Wouldn’t he then one day ‘suddenly’ vanish from the public eye, or ‘accidentally’ die, so naturally no one would suspect?”

“@Chu Lizhaoran, come see this!!! Si Yishan’s going to kill Si Qi!!”

Viewers were horrified.

Some said, thank goodness the transplant could only work with blood relatives. Otherwise, with so many gifted people over the years, Si Yishan would have already snatched some of them and dragged them into an operating room.

Others said, now that his illness was exposed, everyone knew the truth. If he suddenly recovered, it would mean he had secretly harmed someone. They vowed to watch him deteriorate into disability.

The more people had once hoped the so-called Child of Heaven would be healthy, the more they now hoped his condition would worsen.

What shocked them most was that there weren’t just these two videos—there were many more.

Some who had already watched ahead ran to the comments to accuse:

“Si Yishan isn’t human! After discovering Si Yuan wasn’t his son, he didn’t expose the truth, afraid the Li family would trace it back to Si Qi. He deliberately hid it to protect his real son first!”

“All these years, he’s been seeking lovers, making them bear him illegitimate children—over a dozen in total!! Damn it, is he a stud horse? And he didn’t want those children to grow up healthy, but to harvest their organs! What did he take them for? Walking organ farms? Born only to give up their lives to Si Yishan?!”

“I can guarantee that when Si Yishan saw Si Qi, what he thought about wasn’t how to make it up to him, how to protect him, or how to let him live a good life. What he thought was how to knock Si Qi out, tie him up, drag him into the operating room, steal his gift, and transplant Si Qi’s organs into his own body. Maybe, to prevent Si Qi’s uncle from noticing the surgical scars, he’d even go so far as to make sure Si Qi’s corpse couldn’t be found.”

“That doctor already said it very clearly—the surgery would cause enormous harm to the donor. But Si Yishan didn’t care at all! He never once considered Si Qi’s future! Yes, his achievements are impressive, but when he was eighteen, he was just an ordinary student. Compared to Si Qi, he was nothing! What right does he have to demand Si Qi’s sacrifice? What right does he have to call himself Si Qi’s father? Even if he is his biological father, did he ever raise him? At most he just provided a sperm cell!!”

“Heh. When I saw him holding those one-month-old babies and putting them on machines so doctors could test their brains, I felt a chill down my spine. Didn’t he feel guilty? They were so tiny, so fragile that you’d be scared to hold them too tightly—yet he felt nothing, repeating the same thing more than ten times!!”

“These children must be protected. If that beast gets desperate, what if he just picks one at random for transplant? The doctor said himself there were two children who could be donors—it just wouldn’t be as effective as using Si Qi.”

“Stop, I feel like my whole worldview is shattering.”

“I just went to look at Si Qi’s social media. It’s nothing but endless abuse, everyone forcing him to return to the Si family. I really can’t take it…”

“If it weren’t for Si Qi’s firm character, his indifference to online gossip, if it were anyone else in his place, they’d probably already be dead, right?”

“Ha! Using netizens’ sympathy to morally blackmail Si Qi. After everyone learned about his illness, they even made videos praying for him… pfft! All that talk about living with Si Qi, making up for lost fatherly love—it was just a ploy to lure him home and kill him! I was insane enough to scold Si Qi back then too. I must have been out of my mind!”

“Did you all see those last two videos? Si Yishan learned who Si Qi was from his school admission medical exam, then ‘accidentally’ ran into him on campus. That was no accident, it was deliberate! And later, even Si Yuan’s schemes against Si Qi were orchestrated by him behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could it all have lined up so conveniently, with the Zhang family learning Si Qi’s true identity from Si Yuan?”

“I used to admire Si Yishan. Now just thinking about it makes me sick.”

“The family of that first doctor already knows about this. My god, they look so pitiful. [Video.AVI]”

“I think Si Qi must have realized something, that’s why he absolutely refused to go home. Otherwise, why would he treat his uncle and Si Yishan so differently? As expected, he’s the smart one.”

Online, people were furious, their anger boiling over. Offline, all the relevant departments moved quickly, restraining Si Yishan the moment he tried to salvage the situation.

Chu Feng personally led the operation, holding the governor’s signed authorization order, driving back the hesitant soldiers under Si Yishan’s command.

The look he gave Si Yishan was like looking at a dead man. His expression was so cold it was frightening. No one dared approach him.

When Li Zhaoran heard the news, he jumped to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying with murderous rage. He rushed straight out the door.

The board members in his meeting were nearly scared to death. It wasn’t until later that word spread through the company, filling the whole building with buzzing conversations.

The matter had all but burst Li Zhaoran’s lungs with fury. If Si Yishan were in front of him right then, he would have strangled him with his own hands. But since he couldn’t see him immediately, he chose first to find Si Qi.

At that time, Si Qi was at Old Ge’er’s house. Old Ge’er had no interest in the internet, and because of the recent online abuse of Si Qi, he had been too angry to even use the net, so he had no idea what was happening outside.

But someone who knew their family connection called. After listening in stunned silence, the uncle turned pale, terrified, and rushed to Si Qi, immediately warning him never to meet that so-called father again—it was too horrifying!

Old Ge’er was bewildered, asked what was going on, and nearly exploded with rage after hearing it. He roared that he would confront Si Yishan, but when he opened the door, he ran straight into Li Zhaoran.

The two exchanged words of comfort and anger. Li Zhaoran, still shaken, told Si Qi: “It’s a blessing you sensed something was wrong and never agreed to go back. Truly a blessing.”

The more he thought, the worse he felt. With his head lowered, he wiped his face with his hand, both angry and ashamed: “I once thought if you inherited that man’s estate, it would benefit you, so I tried to persuade you… if you had listened to me and returned, only to disappear soon after—I can’t even imagine what I’d feel…”

Si Qi lightly patted Li Zhaoran’s back to comfort him.

Not wanting Si Qi to have to console him, Li Zhaoran forced himself to pull together. After talking for a while and confirming Si Qi was fine, he left bodyguards behind for protection and hurried away.

He pulled every string he could, going after those who still tried to rescue Si Yishan.

Chu Feng played a major role too. As the son of the Star Alliance’s governor, he had the standing to target even a general.

Fortunately, this time the evidence was ironclad—Si Yishan couldn’t escape. Their goal was to leave him no chance of turning things around, no way to survive, ensuring he died on the execution ground.

In the past, killing the Child of the World would have been difficult. His luck was too strong, shielded by the world’s will.

But now, the internet was filled with curses against him. No one supported him, everyone wanted him dead. The world’s power protecting him was dissipating rapidly, leaving him no different from any other high-ranking official.

Si Qi, for once, truly won by doing nothing. All the videos and evidence were handled by Xiu Xiu. He just stayed home peacefully for a month.

That month, Si Qi continued to study, summarize insights, and share them with everyone.

He focused on one thing only: mental power.

On the day the Child of the World was sentenced to death, the central news channel broadcast a report.

It announced Si Qi’s great breakthrough in the mental field—his training method not only helped people upgrade their mental power, but even gave ordinary people the chance to awaken it.

Those who had exhausted their mental power through years of combat, suffering organ and brain damage, could also be effectively treated and healed.

The people’s joy was overwhelming.

Meanwhile, the Child of the World sat in prison, having just learned the date of his execution. On the cold bench, he saw the news and trembled with rage.

He had shed blood, killed his own child, schemed endlessly, only to land in prison.

Yet the truth was that if he had just brought Si Qi home and explained his illness, Si Qi could have cured him within a month!

Why? Why?! Was Heaven deliberately tormenting him?!

He couldn’t accept it. He roared, punched himself, raged in his cage like a beast, pointlessly burning through his strength.

He tried to reach Si Qi, begged for forgiveness, pleaded for rescue, hoping for a turnaround. But nothing came—except a gunshot.

With a bang, he fell to his knees, collapsed to the ground.

Chu Feng and Li Zhaoran stood not far away, staring at him expressionlessly until his breathing stopped.

When news of his death spread, the people cheered. Some rejoiced that one more villain was gone, others sighed that he had brought it all on himself with one terrible choice after another.

If he had been even a little kinder, even a little more loving to Si Qi, he wouldn’t have ended this way.

Now everyone knew Si Qi’s worth to the Alliance. He was a once-in-a-century genius, the brightest star of his time. He had given ordinary people the chance to awaken mental power, spurring progress across industries and boosting the Alliance’s strength.

Amid the people’s celebration, Si Yishan was quickly forgotten. Only hope for the future remained.

In the days that followed, Si Qi lived up to expectations, continuing to share his brilliance, leaving deep marks across every field.

Almost everyone in the Alliance had watched his videos and benefited from his mental power training.

He was like the perfect, most knowledgeable teacher, patiently guiding everyone step by step.

After graduating from school, he ended his four years of livestreams. With support from the Li and Chu families, he joined the Ministry of Education, launching large-scale teaching programs, soon becoming the soul of the department.

Working with the government, he helped reform education on remote planets, improving access so that children struggling in poverty had the same opportunities as others. More and more people enjoyed the benefits of knowledge.

His whole life was devoted to helping others. The many materials he left behind were still widely studied centuries later.

Nearly everyone knew his story, his legendary life.

Whenever people spoke of him, they mentioned his difficult childhood, his broken family, and the happy life he built under the care of his husband Chu Feng, his uncle Li Zhaoran, and others.

It seemed that after those early struggles, his life held no more storms—only beauty.