"I...I...what would I do with your life?"

How...how am I going to die?

Did he just close his eyes and die instantly?

...still aches and pains here and there

...painful all night long,

"Would you die from the pain the next day?"

Ba Yuchi was truly terrified; his voice was trembling.

Su Ruyi smiled again: "I can foresee that you will be as usual these next two days—just like now, full of energy. By the morning after tomorrow, you will feel a little weak. Around ten o'clock, you will fall asleep in bed and will not wake up again."

"Won't wake up again?" Ba Yuchi asked with a mournful face. "I just fell asleep... Well, that's fine then, that's good..."

Su Ruyi patiently explained, "Oh, what I mean is—you won't wake up again during this natural process of exhaustion. But you will wake up after my treatment! Of course, you may be a little weak when you first wake up, and it will take some time to recover."

"Oh dear, young doctor, you really need to correct this habit of speaking in such a breathy manner." Ba Yuchi wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then looked at Qi Yasheng, "Yasheng, you are my best student. I trust you and I trust Doctor Su. This old man's life is in your hands!"

Qi Yasheng smiled and said, "Teacher, don't worry. My severe cervical spondylosis was cured by Dr. Su. I believe she can definitely bring the patient back to health!"

Ba Yuchi nodded and said, "Alright! I'll take this gamble, Grandpa! Oh, and you have to bring me some apples tomorrow. If I don't wake up and can't have a bite of these, I'll die with regrets!"

Qi Yasheng could only smile helplessly and say, "Okay, I'll bring you apples and pears tomorrow! How about some oranges?"

"I want them all! How about this afternoon? You can make another trip this afternoon and bring me a little of each." Ba Yuchi changed his mind again.

Qi Yasheng smiled again and said, "Okay, then this afternoon! I'll come over this afternoon."

Su Ruyi stood up and said, "Mr. Ba, then I won't disturb your rest any longer."

Ba Yuchi nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation as he watched Su Ruyi walk out.

Time flew by and it was noon on the third day.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Su Ruyi and Qi Yasheng arrived at the courtyard of Bayu Pond.

Around ten o'clock, Feng Engui arrived leisurely with his apprentice.

Just as Su Ruyi said, Ba Yuchi has been in very good spirits these past two days.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, he even played a game of chess with Qi Yasheng.

But just after ten o'clock, he yawned widely and said he wanted to sleep for a while.

He lay in bed for less than three seconds before starting to snore softly.

Everything was exactly as Su Ruyi had predicted, which really gave Qi Yasheng goosebumps—this little doctor Su was truly miraculous!

The snoring lasted for about an hour, then gradually subsided.

At this moment, Ba Yuchi's cheeks also showed visible hollows, as if his soul was leaving him bit by bit.

Feng Engui sat to the side, staring intently at him, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Ignoring Su Ruyi's attempts to stop him, he reached out and grabbed Ba Yuchi's wrist with three fingers, while raising his other hand to look at his watch.

Ba Yuchi's pulse was very weak, and his heart rate was less than 40 beats per minute.

Clearly, he was dying slowly.

If left unattended, he will inevitably die completely in his sleep.

Of course, those who die in their sleep are truly blessed.

Feng Engui's gaze slid back and forth between Ba Yuchi and Su Ruyi's faces.

Then, he grabbed Ba Yuchi's other wrist.

He even wanted to pry open Ba Yuchi's eyelids to take a look; if Su Ruyi hadn't been watching him so intently, he would have done so.

This pulse diagnosis was conducted without any perfunctory or half-hearted approaches.

He knew very well that Ba Yuchi in front of him was indeed a man on his last legs.

Although she couldn't accurately predict the exact time of his death, Su Ruyi's estimate was pretty close.

Finally, it was exactly noon.

The three people in the room were all looking at their watches. The instant the minute, second, and hour hands overlapped, everyone heard a soft "clunk" sound from Ba Yuchi's throat.

When everyone looked at Ba Yuchi's face, they saw that all the wrinkles on his face had smoothed out, and the lines between his brows, which had been tightly knit for years, had become flat.

Feng Engui still didn't believe it, and grabbed Ba Yuchi's wrist again—this time there was no pulse at all.

Feng Engui broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Su Ruyi again clearly showed fear.

Su Ruyi didn't care about Feng Engui's gaze at all. She went to Ba Yuchi's side, pushed Feng Engui's hand away, and put her index and middle fingers together to probe Ba Yuchi's carotid artery.

There was no pulse, and his body was rapidly growing cold.

Su Ruyi coldly said to Feng Engui, "Get out of the way!"

Feng Engui obediently moved away, but still said defiantly, "Fine, I'd like to see how you, this little miracle doctor, can bring the dead back to life?"

"Teacher...is already dead?" Qi Yasheng couldn't believe it.

His eyes widened, and then he threw himself on Ba Yuchi: "Teacher, wake up, wake up!"

But what his subordinates felt was already a bit cold.

This feeling clearly told him that Ba Yuchi had already left him.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the side.

Qi Yasheng looked up and saw Su Ruyi rummaging through her handbag for a while before pulling out a blue notebook.

Then, he took out an antique-style small pottery jar, about half the size of a palm, and a small calligraphy brush.

Su Ruyi said to the two of them, "I will be using the Zhuyou technique. Doctor Feng, you must know that it is a branch of traditional Chinese medicine."

"I do know about the art of incantation, but wasn't it lost long ago?"

“Some of it has been lost. Alright, stop talking. Qi Yasheng, come here!” Su Ruyi said without waiting for a reply.

Qi Yasheng obediently walked up to her.

Then Su Ruyi pulled out a golden needle from somewhere: "Qi Yasheng, do you want Old Ba to live?"

Qi Yasheng nodded hurriedly: "Of course! Of course!! Dr. Su, if you save my teacher, I will follow your lead for the rest of my life!"

"Alright, that's the sincerity I wanted!" Su Ruyi smiled with satisfaction. "Now I'm going to take blood from the tips of your ten fingers. It might hurt a little, are you scared?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yasheng immediately stretched out her hands: "I'm not afraid, please come on."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly.