Jiang Qiao wasn't sure if they could open up a new chapter. That old devil had managed to hide for so long; he couldn't have done it without some skill. Besides, these people were very cunning; they definitely wouldn't confess without concrete evidence.

However, after Jiang Qiao returned, she faced another problem: Yang Yunqi's condition suddenly worsened.

"What should we do, Jiang Qiao? What should we do? The doctor has examined him, but they didn't find anything wrong. The tests are in progress. Please, please check on my father—"

Jiang Qiao had been exhausted all morning, and to come back to this situation, it would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous.

"Don't worry, let me take a look. We'll wait for the test results in a bit."

Jiang Qiao sat down, closed her eyes to calm herself down, and then reached out to take Yang Yunqi's pulse.

This pulse is definitely not good; it's infected. "Jiang Qiao, how are you?"

Gu Zhengkai, who brought them back, also asked with concern.

Jiang Qiao turned to look at Gu Zhengkai and sighed, "Uncle, clear the area. I need to give Uncle Yang acupuncture and can't be disturbed. Also, no one is allowed to come in. You just stand guard at the door."

Go and fetch the doctor first, I need the best anti-inflammatory medicine—”

Yang Yunqi's son frowned and said, "We've already hung them all up, but it's still not working."

Jiang Qiao sighed, "Then let's wait, until I finish the acupuncture. Everyone, get out—"

Gu Zhengkai looked at Jiang Qiao with a worried expression, "Qiao'er, are you sure you can do it?"

He knew his niece could cure illnesses, but he didn't know the extent of the child's condition. He didn't want her to be reckless and delay Old Yang's treatment.

"I'll do my best, everyone get out—"

Now that Jiang Qiao has spoken, Gu Zhengkai will not give anyone else a chance to speak, even if they have any questions.

"Everyone out. If you have any questions, we can discuss them when Jiang Qiao comes out. The doctor has no solution for the time being, so let her try. Maybe the acupuncture will work?"

Inside the room, Jiang Qiao took out the pills she had prepared, dissolved them, and used her spatial water to administer them to Yang Yunqi.

He opened the window a crack, then sat down next to Yang Yunqi, took out silver needles, took a deep breath, and with his hands moving up and down, he inserted the silver needles directly into various acupoints on the body.

After the bandages were in place, he channeled his inner energy into the wound. Even though she couldn't see it, there were fluctuations of spiritual energy through the cracks in the window, which directly rushed into Jiang Qiao's body.

Jiang Qiao, who was concentrating intently, didn't have time to pay attention to these things; all her energy was focused on the silver needles.

Yang Yunqi, who was originally being roasted in the fire, suddenly felt as if he were in the ocean again. The comfort and pleasure he felt were indescribable.

Although he didn't speak, Jiang Qiao could hear the groans escaping his mouth, which meant that her current treatment method was working.

She glanced at the IV drip, which was almost finished, and quickly got up to inject the medicine from her own space into the drip with a needle, so that no one else would notice.

Then, she sat down next to Yang Yunqi again and continued the previous actions. Jiang Qiao didn't feel how much time had passed inside.

But the people outside were getting impatient; not only the family members, but even the surgeon was waiting anxiously outside the door.

Yang Yunqi was the first patient he performed major surgery on, and he didn't want anything to go wrong with him. If Yang Yunqi recovered well, it meant that he could perform similar surgeries in the future. If the patient didn't recover well, he wouldn't be able to get over it in his own mind, and he would stick to performing minor surgeries in the future.

The sun was already beginning to set when Jiang Qiao came out. However, she didn't look as good as before; she seemed rather weak.

"Alright, you can come in now. Uncle Yang is awake. Doctor, you can ask him any questions you may have. Family members, please be quiet. Uncle, please help me up."

To be honest, although she had been practicing for the past two years, she never knew how far she could go. Now it seems that she is doing much better than when she was treating Song Changqing.

Gu Zhengkai hugged his niece tightly and asked anxiously, "Qiao'er, what's wrong?"

Jiang Qiao smiled weakly, "Uncle, I'm exhausted. Find me a place to rest—"

Gu Zhengkai helped Jiang Qiao to an empty hospital room and laid her on the bed. "Girl, how are you? Do you need to call a doctor?"

Jiang Qiao shook her head. "Let me rest for a while. You sit by the door and don't let anyone disturb me—"

Gu Zhengkai moved a stool and sat by the door. After watching Jiang Qiao take a pill, she began to sit cross-legged in meditation. Then, the room fell silent. If you didn't look at Gu Zhengkai's anxious eyes, no one would understand what had just happened.

People outside weren't uninterested, but Gu Zhengkai stopped anyone who peeked over or tried to speak.

Turning to look at her niece, Jiang Qiao felt a pang of sadness, though she didn't know why.

Although Gu Zhengkai didn't know what kind of internal energy his niece was practicing, he knew a little about it, since his younger brother had practiced it with his master. Seeing that his niece was acting strangely, with sweat streaming down her face, he knew something was wrong.

"Girl, girl, girl, Qiao'er, Qiao'er, stop practicing, snap out of it, your uncle's here, it's alright—"

Gu Zhengkai went over and hugged Jiang Qiao, patting her gently. Jiang Qiao, who had come to her senses, finally breathed a long sigh of relief. She knew in her heart why this had happened. She had been thinking about Xu Shaoqing, the man who had killed her, and her mind was unsettled, making her prone to going into a state of demonic possession. She hadn't known how dangerous it was before, but now she understood.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Jiang Qiao sighed deeply, "I almost died too, Uncle, let me lean on this for a bit—"

Gu Zhengkai asked with concern, "Have you recovered?"

Jiang Qiao nodded. "It's alright now. If you hadn't called me just now, I'm afraid I would have really gone mad. Actually, I'm practicing internal energy, but I haven't been practicing for very long and I haven't mastered it yet. I just finished treating Uncle Yang's illness and my internal energy was exhausted. I was thinking about something and got distracted."

Uncle, you need to keep a close eye on the prison. If nothing goes wrong, all is well, but if something does, no matter who is responsible, you leaders will definitely be implicated. Remember to keep a close eye on that old Japanese devil; you can't rely solely on Song Shutian's people.

Also, I need to talk to my third uncle to see what the reason was for the murder. I don't really believe it was just a quarrel or something.

And Xu Shaoqing, we absolutely must find him. No matter what it takes, we must get his photo. I refuse to believe he didn't leave behind a single one!

Gu Zhengkai nodded. "We adults still have things to do. Don't overwork yourself. Your Uncle Yang still needs you. It's fine for now, but I'm worried about the future—"

Jiang Qiao nodded, drank some water that Gu Zhengkai had brought her, and the two chatted for a while before she got up to go see Yang Yunqi.