"Mingjing, I heard you need the ’dog treasure’?"
"Yes."
Qin Jingqiu aid the cara at a black box on the table, asking, "Is this it?"
Through the video call, Si Mingjing carefully identified it. That’s the one! she thought, overjoyed.
"Then I’ll bring it to you."
"Thank you, Sister Qin, you’ve really helped out! It’s raining too hard outside, and the weather forecast ntioned a typhoon. Don’t trouble yourself; I’ll send soone to pick it up. Please send your address."
"Alright then."
Qin Jingqiu said, "However, I’m not at ho right now. The ’dog treasure’ belongs to a friend of mine. I saw on Weibo that Mo Yinhe was desperately seeking dicine, and I rembered my friend had ntioned she had so, so I ca over to check. If you need it, I’ll send you the address, but my friend said she can’t give it away for free."
Qin Jingqiu had asked her friend for it, but her friend, seeing Mo Yinhe’s offer of a million for one ’dog treasure’ on Weibo, beca unwilling to part with it for free, leaving Qin Jingqiu with no alternative.
"Understood, that’s fine. I’ll send soone with the money to get the dicine right away."
After hanging up, Qin Jingqiu sent over the address.
Si Mingjing called Mo Yinhe, telling him to send soone to retrieve the ’dog treasure’.
At that mont, a dose of slowly simred dicine was ready.
Si Mingjing poured it into a thermos and handed it to Mo Yinhe, instructing seriously, "Take this dose of dicine to the hospital imdiately. Find a way to get Aunt to drink it. Rember, administer it in three parts, with a half-hour interval between each. Call if anything happens."
She needed to wait until the ’dog treasure’ was retrieved to continue preparing the second dose, which could take several hours.
Mo Yinhe hurried to the hospital by helicopter, thermos in hand.
Bai Danfeng had already been moved to intensive care. Comatose, she couldn’t possibly take the dicine herself.
Mo Yinhe poured out one-third of the warm herbal dicine and asked a nurse to administer it. The pale yellow liquid spilled from the corners of Bai Danfeng’s mouth.
It seed like such a waste.
But there was no other way.
"I’ll do it!"
Tao Chengzhou, burning with anxiety, took the dicine bowl from the nurse. He carefully sipped a bit into his mouth and then bent down, directly transferring it to Bai Danfeng’s lips, ticulously ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
Mo Yinhe stood by, watching Bai Danfeng’s throat move slightly.
He said, "She swallowed it! Uncle, keep feeding her like this!"
Tao Chengzhou was near tears. He took the remaining herbal dicine in the bowl and, using the sa ticulous thod as before, fed it all into Bai Danfeng’s mouth.
Once finished, he was very emotional. "Nephew-in-law, is this dicine really effective?"
Mo Yinhe couldn’t guarantee it, but his tone was resolute. "It is! Uncle, you must have heard about Mingjing’s dical skills; she has always been able to create miracles. Her skills can resurrect the dead and nd bones!"
Mo Yinhe’s words were an exaggeration, yet Tao Chengzhou found comfort in them.
"Danfeng, can you hear ? Your nephew-in-law said Miss Si can resurrect the dead and nd bones, so you’ll definitely be okay. Don’t be afraid. If the Grim Reaper tries to take you away from , I swear I’ll fight him for the rest of my life!"
Tao Chengzhou sat by the bed, incessantly talking to the comatose Bai Danfeng. This was per Si Mingjing’s instructions before she left, aid at keeping Bai Danfeng’s will to live strong.
As Tao Chengzhou talked, tears kept falling from his eyes.
He bent down and kissed his wife’s forehead. "Don’t be scared, Danfeng. It’s going to be okay. I’ll always be here with you. You’ll be fine."
Were those words to comfort Bai Danfeng, or himself? Mo Yinhe wondered.
He stood by and watched, feeling a pang of sadness yet also fortunate. If Mingjing had chosen to go to the Mu Continent, if they had delayed their return to Yecheng by a day, or if they had waited until tomorrow to find Aunt, she might have already passed away by now. Thankfully, none of those ’ifs’ occurred. Everything played out just right; Mingjing arrived just in ti. Aunt must be a blessed soul!
Mo Yinhe kept track of the ti. Half an hour later, he prompted Tao Chengzhou, who then began to feed his wife the dicine again.
This was done a total of three tis.
In between, Dr. Zhang ca in to check on Bai Danfeng’s vital signs. After seeing her condition, the disheartening words that ca to his lips were swallowed back.
Leaving the intensive care unit, he returned to his office, where other doctors asked about the patient’s state. Dr. Zhang just shook his head.
It was still the sa phrase: "Beyond help."
"Maybe that Miss Si can work miracles."
"They say she’s incredible, but who knows if it’s true?"
"We’re all trained in dicine; we should know that her condition is beyond recovery now. Are you suggesting Dr. Zhang is incompetent?"
"It’s said that traditional Chinese dicine is suitable for treating chronic illnesses. For acute ergencies caused by car accidents like this, Western dicine is actually more effective. Miss Si thinks she can snatch soone from the Grim Reaper with just a few doses of Chinese dicine—I think it’s a long shot..."
The doctors in the office were not optimistic. As dical professionals, none would give up on a patient if there was even the slightest hope, but their abilities had indeed reached their limit. They weren’t speaking callously; they were simply being realistic. If Western dicine was of no avail in the face of a critical ergency like a car accident, how could Chinese dicine revive soone from the dead?
The doctors talked among themselves, shaking their heads, before returning to their own tasks.
At this mont, Si Mingjing was at ho brewing dicine.
In the vast ocean of traditional Chinese dicine, there is a formula called Life-Extending Soup, known for its ability to harmonize the six fu organs and stabilize the five zang organs. However, the Life-Extending Soup formula varies depending on its specific purpose.
The formula Si Mingjing rembered had been modified by her master.
She seed tranquil sitting before the small dicine stove, simring the potion, but inwardly, her heart felt like it was frying in an oil pan. She couldn’t guarantee that this dose of Life-Extending Soup would indeed save Bai Danfeng’s life. There was nothing else she could do. She had to believe in herself!
At eleven o’clock at night, the dicine was finally ready. Si Mingjing imdiately carried it and took a helicopter to the hospital.
Fierce winds raged that night. After the typhoon struck, even the helicopter shook violently.
Si Mingjing held the thermos securely in her arms; the helicopter was nearly blown into the sea at one point. What should have been a re three-minute journey was fraught with danger.
Fortunately, it ended without mishap, and she arrived safely on the hospital’s rooftop.
Mo Yinhe stood outside the intensive care unit, watching her run towards him with a thermos, her clothes mostly soaked.
"Mingjing, you’re all wet."
"It’s okay. How’s Aunt?" Si Mingjing inquired about Bai Danfeng’s condition.
Mo Yinhe shook his head and gestured inside, saying, "Uncle is in there keeping watch. The doctors say all her vital signs are very low; she could go at any mont..."
Mo Yinhe didn’t finish his sentence. He opened the door to let Si Mingjing enter.
Si Mingjing placed the thermos on the bedside table. "I’ve prepared the dicine. It all needs to be administered."
Mo Yinhe said, "Let Uncle do it."
Tao Chengzhou had stayed by the hospital bed for hours without even a sip of water. His eyes were bloodshot, his face haggard, and he himself had sustained injuries. Now, he could barely hide his fatigue and sickness. But when he saw the dicine Si Mingjing had poured into the bowl, without a word, he began to feed his wife.
One small sip at a ti, he transferred it to his wife’s mouth, as if feeding her not just dicine, but his very life.
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