"Xiao Xiao, co quickly! Co and see your uncle."
Qiao Hui excitedly pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao, not letting go for a mont.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was dragged in front of Song Qingyun.
The Song Qingyun in front of her was completely different from the witty, humorous, and wise uncle in her mory.
His eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and he lay there, silent and motionless.
It seed as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Jiang Xiaoxiao still didn’t know what was going on.
She hadn’t seen anyone outside for just a week, and the world had turned upside down.
"Uncle, what happened?"
She rushed over hurriedly, having no ti to see Song Moting, so she didn’t know what had happened at all. She only knew that Song Qingyun was ill.
"A week ago, your uncle was found in his office, attacked on the head. After being sent to the hospital for ergency treatnt, he beca a vegetative state. And the person who attacked him is said to be soone familiar. Your uncle has been kind to everyone all his life! I don’t know who would be so heartless as to want his life."
Qiao Hui’s words left Jiang Xiaoxiao shocked.
Could this really have happened?
If Song Qinghe encountered sothing like this, Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn’t be surprised. Considering Mrs. Song’s conduct and Song Qinghe’s actions, it’s likely the couple could have made enemies.
But Song Qingyun was different; he was a genuinely good person, moreover, he always maintained a strong moral compass, never engaging in any wrongdoing.
Uncle Song is truly a gentleman.
It’s impossible for him to even argue with soone, let alone have a familiar person attack him.
The grudge must have been trendous, or perhaps it involved soone else’s interests, but given Uncle Song’s nature, he would never compete with others over fa or fortune.
Whenever a situation arose, he always yielded where possible; he wasn’t the domineering type wanting to compete with others.
If even such a good person could encounter sothing like this, what on earth had happened in between?
Qiao Hui was holding onto Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly, "Xiao Xiao, there are no outsiders here. As your aunt, I beg you."
Jiang Xiaoxiao understood Qiao Hui’s implication upon hearing those words.
The ancestral secret redy in her hands was sothing ordinary people could not obtain.
Song Moting protected her very well, ensuring that each ti these peaches were handled through their couple, with no chance of being leaked outside. This was also for her safety.
However, the effects of the ancestral secret redy were still known to a few people in a small circle, as it was not a complete secret.
Furthermore, with the secret redy serving as an external guard, it made Jiang Xiaoxiao’s work much more convenient.
"Aunt, I understand what you an. There’s no need to plead. As long as I can do it, I will definitely help Uncle. After all, he’s Moting’s uncle, and we are family.
The biggest problem isn’t whether I help or not, but whether the ancestral secret redy can treat Uncle’s vegetative state symptoms. After all, in ancient tis, there might not have been a term for ’vegetative state,’ I’m not certain if this secret redy can indeed restore Uncle back to normal."
Jiang Xiaoxiao always thought her peaches could cure all diseases, but later she realized the efficacy of her peaches was sustained, aning that after certain stages, the disease might indeed be cured, but it does not imply that you won’t fall sick with it again in the future.
If not properly maintained in the future, the disease could recur; the efficacy of the peaches can only maintain a certain phase; beyond that phase, one’s body’s condition is frankly the sa as everyone’s.
Life still involves aging, sickness, and death.
The problem is that these peaches of hers mainly treat external injuries, while the vegetative state does not clearly fit into any particular category.
It would certainly be impossible for Uncle Song to have surgery, so having him drink the peach juice, she really did not know how effective it would be.
The peaches grown from the spiritual spring water have too peculiar an effect; she couldn’t possibly confirm at this point that a particular variety was especially for vegetative state treatnts.
If a peach like that existed, she would indeed be remarkable.
But the uncertainty was too great.
The only thing she could be certain of was that she could let Uncle try her peach juice, but she should not recklessly use the peaches from the spiritual spring since that peach has opposite effects; if she fails to treat soone and ends up causing their death, that would be the greatest tragedy of all.
To Qiao Hui, it seed like she had grabbed hold of a lifeline.
"Xiao Xiao, I’m a doctor too, I naturally know that not even a doctor can truly bring soone back from the dead. But one must do what’s humanly possible and leave the rest to fate, Your aunt understands that. I just want you to try it, even if there’s just a gleam of hope.
Even if it doesn’t succeed, your aunt would absolutely not bla you. That would simply an it’s your uncle’s fate."
Jiang Xiaoxiao only ntioned those words to set expectations upfront. In fact, even without Qiao Hui’s request, she would certainly have brought out the peach juice upon seeing her uncle lying there, seeming like a dead person, as it definitely was not a pleasant feeling.
Even if it was a stranger, Jiang Xiaoxiao would definitely attempt to save them, let alone the fact that it was Song Moting’s uncle, soone from her own family.
However, obviously now wasn’t the right ti.
"Aunt, I still need to go ho to get those ancestral secret redy dicines, and there might not be much left at ho. I’ll have to go check first, and if there aren’t any, I’ll help make so for Uncle. So please don’t worry yet."
Qiao Hui nodded eagerly, even if Jiang Xiaoxiao had said it would take a year to create, she would agree. As having even a sliver of hope in a year beats being stuck like this forever.
"Xiao Xiao, don’t have a ntal burden. Your aunt knows you’re a good child, a true doctor with a heart for the world. If the redy really ends up being useless on your uncle, there’s no need for you to worry, you can consult your grandparents.
Your aunt isn’t the irrational type, who unreasonably pesters doctors when her own family mber cannot be saved. No matter the outco, your aunt will always rember this act of kindness."
Jiang Xiaoxiao squeezed Qiao Hui’s hand, giving her so comfort before heading ho.
The situation was quite mysterious.
Upon reaching ho, she saw Song Moting stepping out with a thermos.
The elderly couple both were bedridden in the hospital now, needing care, so Song Moting ca ho asking the nanny to make porridge, which he was personally taking to the hospital.
The past few days, he didn’t leave the hospital, attending to his grandparents.
Today was ant to be a brief trip back to freshen up.
He didn’t want to disturb Jiang Xiaoxiao, so even if she would return, it would only be to help care at the hospital, and it definitely wouldn’t be necessary to use the peach juice on his grandparents for these minor ailnts.
He clearly knew what Jiang Xiaoxiao was researching in the laboratory.
So, he had no plan to disturb Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Tang Yuan was now being taken care of by the nanny, and during the day, Mr. and Mrs. Wu also ca over to help care for Tang Yuan, such that his family owed them a great deal.
Upon seeing his wife, Song Moting was montarily overwheld, at a loss for words.
He had been holding back from seeking out Jiang Xiaoxiao, waiting to approach her once she ca out.
He knew Jiang Xiaoxiao might have a way to save Uncle, but upon finally seeing his wife, he truly didn’t know where to start.
All he could do was walk up and embrace Jiang Xiaoxiao tightly, drawing warmth from the act.
Jiang Xiaoxiao ran her hand along his back, "Don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright."
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