The minds of the siblings, Jiang Chengyue and Jiang Chengshan, completely blanked out.
What did he just feed her?
Jiang Chengyue originally wanted to rush in, but in the next second, she was pulled back by Jiang Chengshan.
Don't be impulsive, let him do it.
Jiang Chengshan knew that Lin Mo had some real skills.
So he didn't stop Lin Mo from going in; he also hoped Lin Mo could save Sister Qiong.
As for Jiang Chengyue, she looked at her brother with a face full of confusion.
The moment the Maltesers chocolate ball entered her mouth, it was dissolved by an invisible force. In reality, it was a majestic surge of spiritual energy flowing down Aunt Qiong's throat and into her limbs and bones.
Lin Mo knew exactly what he was doing.
Without a sense of ritual, he couldn't demonstrate his own value.
Therefore, feeding her a Maltesers chocolate ball held more weight.
After all, if he just woke Aunt Qiong up remotely, it wouldn't show how important he was.
As his divine ability circulated, the life signs on the monitor, which had been plummeting like an avalanche, miraculously stopped dropping and began to skyrocket at a visible rate!
The originally ear-piercing alarm changed back into steady, rhythmic beeps.
The damaged internal organs inside Aunt Qiong's body were also rapidly reconstructing under the nourishment of the spiritual energy.
After finishing all this, Lin Mo simply took a step back, casually crossed his arms, and quietly admired his masterpiece.
Fortunately, Aunt Qiong didn't have any steel plates or nails implanted in her body.
Otherwise, he would have had to cut her open to take them out before healing her, which would have been a bit of a hassle.
Outside the ward, the Jiang siblings stared fixedly through the glass window, their hearts almost stopping.
A moment later, Jiang Chengyue was the first to notice something different.
Brother, look!
She tugged at Jiang Chengshan's sleeve, her voice trembling.
Jiang Chengshan ignored Jiang Chengyue; his gaze remained locked on Sister Qiong's face.
The ashen pallor of death, representing the fading of life, was receding at a visible speed, replaced by a healthy, rosy complexion.
This was no longer a medical miracle; it was a divine intervention.
Immediately after, he saw the eyeballs beneath Sister Qiong's tightly closed eyelids begin to move slightly.
Even her weakly drooping fingers suddenly twitched and curled up.
Inside the ward, Lin Mo secretly curled his lips and slightly slowed down the output of his miraculous healing spiritual energy.
It wasn't that he was tired, but mainly because he was afraid of scaring the two outside.
Healing her to full health in a single second was like using a cheat code; it would take too much breath to explain.
What Lin Mo hated the most was doing this kind of unskilled manual labor, like explaining to people why he was so awesome.
At this moment, Situ Qiong's consciousness struggled to float up from a chaotic darkness.
She slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her sight was a blinding white, and her nasal cavity was instantly filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.
She was still alive?
This thought made her dazed for a moment.
In her last memory, she had returned to Little Miss's side.
Situ Qiong subconsciously raised her hand, pulled off the oxygen mask on her face, and took deep breaths of the disinfectant-laced air.
Turning her head, she saw the young man standing by the bed.
Calm and indifferent, as if he had just casually completed a trivial matter.
Is it you? Situ Qiong's voice was hoarse and dry, carrying the shock and doubt of a survivor.
Lin Mo didn't speak. He just turned sideways and waved at the dumbfounded siblings outside.
The gesture was as casual as calling someone over for a meal.
Seeing Sister Qiong wake up, Jiang Chengyue could no longer hold back. She pushed open the ward door, rushed in, and her eyes instantly turned red.
Sister Qiong! Are you okay?!
Jiang Chengshan followed closely behind, his footsteps steady, but the eyes looking at Lin Mo were churning with indescribable shock.
The treatment was very successful.
Lin Mo spoke indifferently, like a chief surgeon retiring after a success, This way, Yunlu can rest assured. You guys chat first. Call me when you're done; I have something else to discuss with Aunt Qiong.
With that said, he turned and walked out.
These words made Jiang Chengyue, who was in a state of ecstasy, suddenly freeze.
She subconsciously looked at her brother, only to find Jiang Chengshan silent. His expression clearly showed tacit agreement with Lin Mo's words.
By the time she wanted to ask, Lin Mo had already closed the door and disappeared down the corridor.
The ward fell into a strange silence.
Jiang Chengyue looked at her brother, then at Sister Qiong, who could already barely sit up. Her brain completely turned to mush.
No, Brother, what's going on with you two? What do you mean he also needs to talk to Sister Qiong? When did you two reach a consensus behind my back?
She stared at the two of them, feeling like an excluded fool.
Jiang Chengshan sighed heavily and didn't answer her question, merely casting an inquiring gaze at Situ Qiong.
Seeing this, Jiang Chengyue immediately put away all her emotions and asked urgently, Sister Qiong, what exactly happened? How did you get hurt so badly?
Situ Qiong took a deep breath. The steadiness of that breath was completely unlike a severely injured person who had just returned from death's door.
Her eyes instantly became cold and sharp.
They came knocking.
These few words caused the temperature in the ward to suddenly drop.
Jiang Chengshan's pupils shrank.
Jiang Chengyue's heart also leaped to her throat.
Situ Qiong spoke word by word, her voice not loud, but carrying a chilling coldness that made one's heart palpitate.
The target is Little Miss.
Hearing this, Jiang Chengshan's fists instantly clenched.
Are you sure?
I'm sure. They said it themselves; they want to take Little Miss back.
Situ Qiong didn't say the rest, but everyone could guess that it was because she hadn't agreed that she was almost beaten to death.
Hearing this, Jiang Chengshan took a deep breath. If that's the case, we'll fight to the bitter end. We absolutely cannot let them take Nannan away.
As he spoke, he was already preparing to spend a fortune to hire a group of armed bodyguards.
However, Jiang Chengshan still looked at Situ Qiong.
Sister Qiong, you don't need to worry about so much. Focus on recovering from your injuries. I won't let them take Nannan away.
However, Situ Qiong shook her head. No. You don't understand how formidable the people from the Hidden Sect are, but I know very well. What we should do now is take Little Miss away. Going abroad is the best choice. The Hidden Sect's overseas operations are actually quite weak.
This was indeed a good idea.
Alright! I'll go prepare right now.
At this very moment.
Two figures were already standing at the entrance of the hospital.
Is this the place?
Situ Dingyi looked at Situ Ding'er.
Yeah. Good thing you let her go on purpose, otherwise it really would have been hard for us to find Young Miss. If we had gone directly to Yanhuang Awakening for information, they would have probably obstructed us.
After all, that man named Jiang Chengshan holds a pivotal position in this society right now, so we can't force our way in. The best approach is to directly take Young Miss back.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
