Seeing Ye Qingqing's lightning-fast movements and her highly skilled acupuncture, the Bei family felt a surge of hope. Perhaps Ye Qingqing really could save the baby!

After performing the thirteen needles, Ye Qingqing was slightly out of breath. She had just given birth and her body had not fully recovered, so using this set of needles was quite strenuous, but saving lives was the priority now.

Half an hour later, the purplish discoloration on the child's face faded a bit, and his breathing became stronger. The child's parents had more confidence and looked at Ye Qingqing with hope. If their baby could really be saved, they would be willing to give up ten years of their own lives.

When the couple learned that their child was not well, they hated themselves. If they had strongly opposed the situation, the baby would definitely not have been harmed. It was their fault for failing to protect the baby.

Ye Qingqing pulled out the golden needles one by one, took out a pill, scooped out a small half, dissolved it in warm water, and fed it to the child little by little. This pill contained spiritual dew and could nourish the child's body.

However, the child has been pulled back from the brink of death, but a full recovery will be a long and difficult process.

"The child is out of danger for now, but he needs to be treated slowly. Make sure he doesn't get cold and keep him warm. Come to my house for acupuncture in three days," Ye Qingqing instructed.

The child's parents were overjoyed, tears streaming down their faces. They were about to kneel down when Lu Mo stopped them, saying, "You are the child's parents. You need to be more assertive for your child's sake in the future, otherwise how can you protect him?"

"I know it's all my fault, I'm so useless." The child's father felt very guilty.

If he were capable, he wouldn't need to work at his father's company, wouldn't have to be subservient to his father, and would have more confidence to oppose his father.

Mr. Bei curled his lip. If it weren't for his fear of Lu Mo, he would have cursed someone else for saying such things. His son was not someone else's business to tell him what to do, let alone try to sow discord between father and son. It was outrageous.

"It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost."

Lu Mo glanced at President Bei's unpleasant expression and shook his head inwardly. This man was self-righteous and stubborn. Sooner or later, his family would completely distance themselves from him, and he would end up all alone.

The child's father's expression changed drastically. Lu Mo's words finally made him decide that he would start his own business, no matter how hard or tiring it was, he would move out of the house and stop having to put up with his father's attitude.

Ye Qingqing left the couple a pill, instructing them to feed the child one-third of it each day.

Finally home, Ye Qingqing had a good night's sleep before she had the energy to ask Lu Mo what had happened.

How do you know that child can be saved?

Lu Mo glanced at the two siblings who were fast asleep. Ye Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Did they say that?"

No wonder they suddenly started making a scene at the hospital.

"I guess so, and it should be the two of them who saved the child."

Lu Mo voiced his suspicions, and Ye Qingqing became increasingly surprised as she listened. "Could it be that these two siblings also have the ability to influence people's brainwaves?"

"It's hard to say now; they'll know when they grow up." Lu Mo was very much looking forward to it.

Ye Qingqing kissed each of the siblings on the cheek. Regardless of their special abilities, she only hoped that the children would grow up happily and live a peaceful and safe old age.

"Has my dad chosen a name for the baby yet?" Ye Qingqing asked.

Worried that Ye Mingcheng would delay again, Ye Qingqing asked him to prepare six months in advance this time.

Lu Mo smiled, "It's settled. The older sister is Lu Jing, and the younger brother is Lu Jian. The names are quite nice."