However, he was immediately shocked as soon as he finished speaking.
With a beep, the heart rate graph on the vital signs monitor, which had been a straight line, flashed and then became wavy; the pregnant woman's heartbeat had miraculously returned to normal.
Immediately afterwards, blood pressure, respiration, electrocardiogram and other data were restored.
The pregnant woman groaned and opened her eyes in full view of everyone.
"You're awake, Xiaomeng, you're awake?" Shen Qinghe was overjoyed. "Are you alright?"
"She needs to rest. Don't worry, both the child and she are fine." Ye Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. The inheritance of the Soul-Locking Pill is to lock the soul and suspend life.
But this was the first time he had successfully refined the medicine, and he never expected it to have such an effect.
"The pregnant woman has lost too much blood and her vital energy is severely depleted. She needs several of the warming and nourishing ingredients in the prescription. Go find them quickly." Ye Xingchen quickly wrote down the prescription, which included rare ingredients such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng.
Although this thing is precious to ordinary people, it means nothing to Shen Qinghe.
"Go find him quickly." Shen Qinghe took the prescription and went to instruct the servants. He looked at Ye Xingchen gratefully: "Young man, thank you for saving my life. May I ask your name?"
"My name is Ye Xingchen."
"Shen Qinghe, I thank Mr. Ye for his great kindness. From now on, whatever Mr. Ye instructs, the Shen family will do its utmost." Shen Qinghe straightened up and bowed deeply to Ye Xingchen.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Ye, for saving our lives." Shen Qinghe and nearly a hundred bodyguards bowed in unison.
Zhou Miaoqing, standing to the side, was shocked. She knew Ye Xingchen was skilled in medicine, but she hadn't expected his skills to have reached this level.
Bringing someone back to life—isn't that practically divine? Only now did she realize how astute her grandfather had been.
If the Ye family could become sons-in-law of the Zhou family, it would be a tremendous help to the Zhou family.
In the following days, news of the Soul-Locking Pill, which could bring the dead back to life, spread throughout Tianhai at an explosive pace.
Because of the availability of the same drug, Xingchen Group's official website was almost overwhelmed with traffic. Before the drug was even produced, orders were pouring in.
Helpless, Ye Xingchen had no choice but to have the official website issue a statement saying that the Soul-Locking Pill was not as miraculous as claimed, and that due to limitations in raw materials, the Soul-Locking Pill produced by the official website was only one-fifth of the original effect.
Even so, orders couldn't keep up with demand. The more clarifications were made, the more orders were placed, making Xingchen Group an instant success.
"President Ye, these are the survey results of the Beishan Chinese Medicine Base." In the office, Yun Ruoyan handed a report to Ye Xingchen: "The initial development of more than 30,000 mu of medicinal fields at the Beishan Chinese Medicine Production Base has been completed."
"Moreover, their base is large enough, and the local climate and temperature are suitable, so it can serve as a long-term raw material supply location for our company."
"Then let's sign a ten-year contract with them, promising to purchase their Chinese medicinal herbs at a price 20% higher than the market price, but they must guarantee the quality and quantity of the herbs and supply them exclusively to us."
Ye Xingchen glanced at the survey: "Furthermore, we will set up a guidance group in their Beishan area to provide them with technical guidance so that they can quickly develop the second phase of the medicinal herb field."
"I've already taken care of it. Also, what exactly happened with the Soul-Locking Pill?" Yun Ruoyan put down the documents in her hand: "The medicine hasn't even been produced yet, so how did it suddenly become so popular?"
"This was an accident," Ye Xingchen said with a wry smile.
"This isn't an accident, it's a pleasant surprise." Yun Ruoyan smiled faintly and turned to leave.
Ye Xingchen was left completely bewildered.
Night, Jinghong Club.
Ning Qingyan's Jinghong Club is quite famous in Tianhai, but Ning Qingyan's beauty is even more famous. Many people come to Jinghong Club just to catch a glimpse of her.
"How is it? Not bad, right?" Ning Qingyan and Ye Xingchen sat side by side at the bar on the first floor.
"It's pretty good, the cocktail is well-made." Ye Xingchen raised the glass in his hand.
"Then come here often. There are many romantic encounters waiting for you here," Ning Qingyan said with a smile.
"With you by my side, what need is there for a romantic encounter?" Ye Xingchen chuckled.
"Don't I know men? They're never satisfied, never content." Ning Qingyan rolled her eyes at him.
As the two were chatting, a manager from the club rushed over and bowed to Ning Qingyan, saying, "President Ning, your man is here again."
"He's here again?" Ning Qingyan raised an eyebrow. "Tell him to wait for me in my office."
"Yes, but this time, he's not here with good intentions." The manager hesitated for a moment, "and he brought a young man with him."
"Okay, I understand." Ning Qingyan stood up and smiled slightly at Ye Xingchen: "Little brother, I'm going to take care of some things."
"Is it something troublesome? Do you need my help?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"It's nothing serious, just that someone wants to invest in my club." Ning Qingyan smiled. "I'll go and deal with him and come right back. You wait here for me, okay?"
Although she appeared nonchalant, Ye Xingchen knew that what she was going through was not simple.
Unlike the major forces in Tianhai, Ning Qingyan generally doesn't get involved in Jianghu feuds and prefers to stay within her own little territory.
Although she has the support of the descendants of the Divine Traveler of the sect, it is not an easy task for a woman to remain untainted among the major forces in Tianhai.
"Investing in Qingyan Club?" Ye Xingchen stood up. "This person is quite influential. Anyone who dares to say something like that is either stupid or extremely powerful. Who is he?"
“Tianhai Na Clan, Na Yuanwu,” Ning Qingyan uttered a name.
"Third Young Master Na?" Ye Xingchen's expression tightened slightly.
The top three forces in Tianhai are the Na clan, whose ancestral home is in Northeast China. Their ancestors were from the Nalan clan of the Plain Yellow Banner of the Qing Dynasty, and later changed their surname to Na.
Na San Shao is ruthless and vicious. He has become a disciple of Hong Qihai, a master of the Heavenly Realm. Moreover, it is said that he has a group of assassins working for him in secret. In addition, they have connections with the descendants of various banners in Northeast China, making them an extremely tough nut to crack.
"That's right, it's him. I'll go meet him first. Wait for me a moment." Ning Qingyan smiled faintly and turned to leave.
In the office, a young man sat on the sofa. He was wearing a white suit and a white top hat, and he looked very refined.
However, his gaze was effeminate, and the slight curve of his lips, whether intentional or unintentional, made his personality seem unpredictable.
He had an exquisite set of purple clay teapots in front of him, and he was sipping fine Longjing tea while waiting for Ning Qingyan to arrive.
"Third Young Master, what brings you here today? Your presence is a great honor to Jinghong Club." Ning Qingyan smiled lightly.
"Haha, Miss Ning, you always have such a pleasant voice." Na San Shao let out a duck-like laugh. He gently placed the tea set in his hand on the table and said seriously, "I don't come here without a reason. I've come to Miss Ning's place today, naturally, to discuss the matter from last time."
"As I mentioned before, I'd like to invest in Jinghong Club and acquire a stake. I wonder what Miss Ning's thoughts are on that?"
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