Qu Gaoyang thought his plan was ingenious, believing Mo Yinhe had no chance to turn the tables. In the end, he assud Mo Yinhe would have to obediently hand over Xiaobai. Little did he know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Si Mingjing had long since taken complete control of the initiative. She had been holding back because the timing hadn’t been right. Now was the perfect opportunity for a decisive counterattack.
After making a phone call, Si Mingjing calmly waited in the small building.
At this mont, the butler’s urgent voice ca from outside the door. "Miss Si, Miss Si, the Old Madam is ill! Please co over quickly to take a look."
"The Old Madam is ill? Alright, I’m coming right away." Si Mingjing picked up her dical kit and hurried over.
The Ye Family matriarch lay on the living room sofa, her complexion ashen. Seeing Si Mingjing, the Ye patriarch seed to behold a savior, eagerly beckoning, "Child, co quickly."
Si Mingjing stepped forward swiftly and placed her dical kit down. "Patriarch, please don’t worry. I’ll take the Old Madam’s pulse right now."
How could the Ye patriarch not be anxious? The Old Madam was his life.
Surrounded by Ye Shiting and his wife, Ye Qinghan, and Ye Siyuan, everyone wore grave expressions, fearing sothing terrible might happen to the Old Madam. After taking her pulse for a while, Si Mingjing let out a sigh of relief. "It’s alright, it’s hypertension. The Old Madam usually takes antihypertensive dication. Who will get the Old Madam’s dicine?"
"I will." Ye Siyuan ran out of the villa and sprinted all the way to the Old Madam’s residence to retrieve the blood pressure dication.
During this ti, Si Mingjing administered a few acupuncture needles to the Old Madam. Fifteen minutes later, the Old Madam slowly regained consciousness.
Ye Siyuan also returned with the blood pressure dication. After taking two pills, the Old Madam lay on the sofa, muttering, "Asheng, Asheng..."
The Ye patriarch sat beside the sofa, holding the Old Madam’s hand, comforting her, "Peiluan, Asheng is tough. He’ll be fine spending a couple of days at the police station."
The Old Madam lashed out at the Ye patriarch, "How could he be fine? That’s a police station, not a hotel!"
What kind of place was a police station? How could her precious grandson endure such hardship? The Old Madam was deeply worried.
Si Mingjing took a calming and grounding aromatherapy candle from her dical kit, lit it, and placed it beside the sofa. This aromatherapy candle was her own concoction, designed to calm the Old Madam’s nerves.
"Old Madam, there’s no need to worry too much about Ye Shen; the police departnt will release him soon."
"Mingjing, don’t try to comfort . Asheng is in serious trouble this ti. How could the police departnt possibly release him?"
"They will. As long as you relax, it won’t be long before Ye Shen walks out of the police station unscathed." Si Mingjing’s tone was certain and confident, as if she held a winning hand.
But at this mont, her words did nothing to soothe the Old Madam. What the Old Madam needed now was not reassurance, but a practical solution to break this ticulously designed trap.
Ye Siyuan also said, "Mingjing, you don’t understand. Soone dug a pit, and Ye Shen carelessly fell into it. Yang Wanling is dead. Now no one can save Asheng..."
"Who says so?" Si Mingjing smiled, her smile akin to that of an ancient, cunning fox. "Isn’t there still ?"
"What can you do?" Ye Siyuan, rather than being disappointed, was stunned for a mont before reacting, "Mingjing, what do you an by that? Do you have a solution?"
Hearing this, the others also turned their gazes towards Si Mingjing. She was a girl from Prison Star with no power or influence. Even if she possessed so dical skills, what could she possibly do if the entire Ye Family’s brain trust was clueless?
Si Mingjing said, "The opponent is so arrogant because they are operating on the premise that Yang Wanling is dead. What if Yang Wanling were to co back to life? What could they do to Ye Shen then?" At this, Si Mingjing smiled enigmatically.
Ye Siyuan exclaid, "Co back to life? How is that possible? Mingjing, even if your dical skills are exceptional, you can’t revive the dead or heal bones turned to ash. Don’t joke with us."
Hearing this, the others also shook their heads. Bringing the dead back to life was impossible. It was sheer fantasy.
Ye Qinghan said with a cold face, "Miss Si, I know you have so skill in traditional dicine, but bringing soone back to life? Are you kidding? If you don’t have a solution, don’t show off here and waste everyone’s ti!"
"Who said I’m showing off? What if I really can bring Yang Wanling back to life?" Si Mingjing replied, her voice calm yet bold.
"That’s impossible!" Ye Qinghan declared categorically.
"What if I make the impossible possible?"
Ye Qinghan was slightly stunned, looking deeply into Si Mingjing’s eyes. Her confident voice and composed expression made him stop any further objections.
Ye Siyuan was skeptical. "Mingjing, you’re not joking with , are you? There is no dical technique in this world capable of resurrecting the dead. I know you want to help and give Grandma so peace of mind, but... you know, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointnt."
Si Mingjing remained completely unfazed. "I’ve already had soone fetch Yang Wanling’s body from the funeral ho. Whether it’s possible or not, you’ll soon find out.
"So, Old Madam, please calm down and wait patiently for a while. Otherwise, if Ye Shen returns from the police departnt and finds you’ve fallen ill, wouldn’t the losses outweigh the gains?"
The Old Madam sat tremblingly beside the sofa. "Mingjing, you must not joke about this matter. Are you really certain you can resurrect Yang Wanling?"
Si Mingjing nodded affirmatively again. At that mont, her phone rang.
Si Mingjing answered the call. "Alright, I understand. Please bring her in directly." After hanging up, she said, "Yang Wanling has arrived."
Outside, the sound of a car pulling in could be heard. After the car stopped, two people got out and carried Yang Wanling’s body into the villa, placing it on the sofa.
The Old Madam stood up from the sofa. Seeing Yang Wanling’s body made Ye Siyuan sowhat afraid, and she clung tightly to Si Mingjing’s arm. "How... how did you get hold of Yang Wanling’s body?"
"I’ll tell you later." Si Mingjing patted the back of Ye Siyuan’s hand to signal her not to be afraid, then walked up to the sofa, placed a pill into Yang Wanling’s mouth, and took out a silver needle to administer acupuncture.
The rest of the Ye Family gathered around, but they were not hopeful. There was no dical technique for reviving the dead in this world.
Yet, to everyone’s astonishnt, Yang Wanling’s eyes suddenly opened.
WOW!
Instantly, everyone in the living room was dumbfounded. Even Ye Qinghan’s gaze towards Si Mingjing changed, full of incredulity. How could it be possible? Was he seeing things?
The Old Madam could hardly believe it and wept with joy. "Mingjing, my dear Mingjing, you are indeed the Little Liyu of our Ye Family! How did you do it?"
With Yang Wanling awake, her grandson was saved! All problems were solved at once! The Old Madam was overjoyed. Is this child truly the reincarnation of Hua Tuo? Even if not, she’s still the Ye Family’s Little Liyu!
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