As Duanmu Zicheng watched the barrage of comments flashing across the big screen, he felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that his body was so stiff that he couldn't move.

The scene was in complete chaos, filled with screams and shouts for help.

Song Yi reacted quickly, immediately dialing the emergency number and then having his staff cut off the live stream.

Qin Sheng was the first to react.

She realized something was wrong as soon as Lin Sihe started coughing violently, and quickly massaged several acupoints for him. However, the poison and illness in Lin Sihe's body had been lingering for too long, and simple massage techniques could not alleviate it.

Lin Sihe coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then his breath quickly became weak.

Qin Sheng's expression suddenly changed.

He was about to stand up.

But the slight force from her sleeve stopped her.

Lin Sihe did not immediately faint, but stared at her with his cloudy eyes.

He didn't speak, but Qin Sheng clearly understood what he wanted to express.

On his deathbed, what he couldn't let go of most was the academic association he had spent his entire life building.

but……

Qin Sheng's expression was cold: "I only agreed to take over because of you. You're about to die, why should I waste my time?"

Lin Sihe: "..."

They said he was about to die, couldn't they at least say something nice to comfort him?

Even if it's just to lie to him, it's fine.

Little girl, you've grown up so much, yet you still have such a sharp tongue!

Qin Sheng looked at his eyes, which had regained some energy, and felt a slight sense of relief. She gently pulled her hand away from his sleeve and said in a softer voice, "I told you, you'll live to be a hundred. You won't die."

After saying that, she pressed his Fengchi acupoint.

Lin Sihe felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, and coupled with his extreme weakness, he finally succumbed to sleep.

Qin Sheng took out silver needles from her spatial ring and quickly began to apply acupuncture to him.

At this moment, members of the academic association, including Shan Qiliang, also rushed up. Upon seeing this scene, their expressions changed drastically.

My instinct was to stop it.

But the words caught in his throat.

Given the old chairman's condition, it's very likely he won't make it to the hospital until medical staff arrive, and even if he is taken to the hospital in time, there's probably little chance of saving him.

After all, even the head of the Wen family had concluded that the old chairman's illness was incurable.

After several years, not only them, but even the old chairman himself has given up hope.

Otherwise, things wouldn't have escalated to such a huge extent today.

Now everyone has figured it out: the old chairman's tactic of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" was to purge the association before his death and then hand it over to Qin Sheng.

This would allow her to succeed to the position of president without any worries.

He knew his days were numbered.

Let her give it a try.

Let's just try anything, what if... what if a miracle happens?

Everyone couldn't help but think that.

Song Yi wanted to stop her, but by the time he came to his senses, Qin Sheng had already inserted the needle, and it was too late to stop her.

His expression darkened, especially when he saw the fleeting look of joy on Duanmu Yuan's face not far away.

He had heard Song Yanzhi mention that Qin Sheng was indeed a doctor, and that his medical skills were quite good.

He didn't object to her treating Lin Sihe, but he objected to her doing so under the noses of so many people.

After all, if they managed to save him in front of so many people, that would be fine. But if they couldn't, the Duanmu family would definitely turn around and say that Lin Sihe's death had nothing to do with them and that Qin Sheng's reckless attempt to save him led to his death.

Even if she jumps into the Yellow River, she won't be able to clear her name then!

Song Yi couldn't help but sigh softly.

This child is indeed smart and capable, but he is too young and lacks experience.

Oh well, things will work themselves out. We'll figure something out when the time comes.

Thinking this to herself, she unconsciously took out her phone and quickly sent a message to Wen Shiyun asking for help.

Lin Sihe had been poisoned for too long, and when the poison was first discovered, it had already invaded his internal organs. Therefore, although he had been trying to regulate and suppress it over the years, the effect was not obvious.

Even Qin Sheng could only continue to suppress it at this moment, but could not force the poison out immediately.

It's not that there's no way, it's that we can't do it.

Lin Sihe's physical condition was really bad; he was on the verge of death. It wouldn't be difficult to expel the toxins, but once the toxins were expelled, the last bit of life force in his body would also be forced out.

By then, no one can save us.

However, if the toxins are not eliminated, they will gradually erode his body, and there will be no cure.

It was practically a dead end.

This is one of the most troublesome illnesses Qin Sheng has ever encountered, comparable to Fu Jingheng's.

However, Fu Jingheng's injury is difficult to treat because there are very few herbs in the world that can work on his body. If we can find useful herbs, it will be easy to treat his injury.

But Lin Sihe's situation was completely different; neither urgent nor slow methods could fundamentally cure his illness.

The only way is to first find a way to replenish his anger and then detoxify him. After the toxins are cleared, we can slowly regulate his body. Only in a long time can we possibly restore his health.

But the way to replenish anger...

Qin Sheng inserted the last silver needle into Lin Sihe's body, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.

Her self-created Seventeen Acupoint Needles technique has a noticeable effect of replenishing Qi and nourishing the spirit, but it can only provide slight relief for Lin Sihe's condition.

For example, her current acupuncture technique only adds three to five days to his life force. To replenish his life force enough to support his detoxification, she knows of only one place that can do it.

The ancient martial arts world, a place to be protected.

Qin Sheng's fingertips twitched, and she made a decision.

However, before that...

A cold, fierce look flashed across the girl's clear eyes as she slowly stood up.

First, he looked at Wen Shiyun, who had just arrived at the door and was staring blankly at Lin Sihe and the seventeen silver needles on his body, and said in a calm voice, "Watch him. Remove the needles in fifteen minutes, starting from Shenque."

After saying that, he took a step forward and walked out—in the direction of the Duanmu family.

It wasn't a long distance, and she walked there step by step. Each step seemed to land on Duanmu Yuan's heart, making his heart beat faster and faster.

Until the girl stopped in front of him and looked at him with a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

Duanmu Yuan felt a chill in his heart.

After a long pause, he finally managed to ask in a trembling voice, "What...what do you want to do?"