Chapter 49 He's dead? I'll fight Yama to the death for him!
Those words were like knives and ice, piercing through all the noise and precisely stabbing into Su Wanqing's heart.
The Sharp Sword Squad.
completely annihilated.
The praise he received for his skill just a moment ago is still fresh in his mind.
The next second, I was frozen into ice crystals by those words.
Su Wanqing's vision suddenly went black, and the blood in her limbs and bones receded as if the tide had gone out, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.
She braced herself against the table with one hand, her knuckles turning white from the effort, before managing to stay upright and avoid falling.
impossible.
The warning talisman she had crafted for him on her chest showed no signs of burning.
He is still alive.
He must still be alive.
The general who delivered the message also realized how impactful his words were. He caught his breath, his gaze swept across the entire room, and finally settled on Su Wanqing's deathly pale face.
His eyes were filled with turbulent emotions: shock, regret, and a silent sorrow.
A single glance.
Su Wanqing then understood everything.
The news is true.
Lu Zhanting and his group are really in trouble.
The air in the hall froze instantly, and everyone realized that the eye of the storm was at work.
Just as Old Master Yan was recovering from the joy of his old comrade's recovery, he saw the general's ashen face and his granddaughter-in-law swaying precariously at the end of his line of sight.
The Sharp Sword Squad—that's Lu Zhanting's unit.
Su Wanqing is Lu Zhanting's wife.
"Girl..." Old Master Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he called out worriedly.
Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!
Old Master Yan is already quite old, and today's birthday banquet caused his emotions to fluctuate wildly, making it a time when his blood and energy are most unstable.
This devastating news became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, a lump in his throat, and then everything went black.
"grandfather!"
Yan Shaocheng, who was standing next to him, saw his grandfather sway, his face quickly turn into a terrifying cyanosis, and he fell straight backward.
"Quickly! Someone come here!"
Clang—
The table full of longevity peach-shaped delicacies was knocked over and spilled all over the floor, juices everywhere, making a complete mess.
The birthday banquet turned into a complete disaster.
"Call an ambulance! Quick!" Yan Shaocheng was terrified and rushed over to help the old man up.
Guests gasped and crowded around, with several doctors leading the way.
"Get out of the way! I'm a doctor!"
A middle-aged doctor wearing glasses squeezed in, his fingers trembling as he checked Old Master Yan's breathing and pressed on his carotid artery.
A few seconds later, his face turned pale, and he shook his head in despair.
"She's not...she's not breathing, and her heart has stopped beating."
Another doctor bent down to examine the patient, then slumped over, saying, "The pupils are starting to dilate; even if we take her to the hospital..."
"Grandpa!" Yan Shaocheng let out a mournful cry.
A profound sense of panic and grief enveloped the entire banquet hall.
In the corner, Song Jianfeng and Zhang Banxian were already trembling with fear, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the wall.
Amidst this desperate chaos, a clear and penetrating voice pierced through all the noise.
"Don't touch him!"
Su Wanqing, who should have been the most devastated, was the first to react.
She pushed through the crowd, quickly walked to Old Master Yan's side, and grabbed Yan Shaocheng's hand as he tried to move the old man.
Her hands were cold, but her strength was irresistible.
"It's too late to get him to the hospital!"
She forcibly suppressed the deepest worry and pain she felt about Lu Zhanting, a worry that was enough to tear her soul apart.
At this moment, the sadness in her eyes receded, leaving only a deep, still, and focused stillness.
She quickly knelt down, placed two fingers on the old man's pulse point, and deftly opened his eyelids to check.
Every movement was precise and calm, without a single unnecessary action.
"Anger can affect the heart, causing stagnation of qi and blood, and blockage of the heart meridian."
"It's a sign of feigned death; there's still hope!"
She raised her head, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire room. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a power that compelled people to believe her.
"Give me a set of golden needles, and I can save him!"
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
How can we save someone who is "dead"?
This isn't about medical skills; it's about mythology.
"Dr. Su... this is no joke..."
"My heart stopped beating, how could this be..."
Questions and criticisms arose one after another.
But Yan Shaocheng had witnessed the miracles of his sister and General Chen, and at this moment, Su Wanqing was his only lifeline.
He clung to the driftwood like a drowning man, roaring, "Listen to her! Quick! Bring the golden needles!"
He personally presented the set of gold needles to Su Wanqing, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling as he pleaded:
"Mr. Su...please, please save my grandfather!"
Su Wanqing didn't speak, but took the needle box and picked out a three-inch-long gold needle with her fingertips.
A barely perceptible wisp of spiritual energy, passing through the tip of a needle, emitted a faint glow.
The next second, she made her move.
The first acupuncture point is the Tanzhong acupoint.
Inserting the needle one inch deep strengthens the heart meridian.
The second acupuncture point is the philtrum.
A needle inserted three-tenths of an inch can open the mind and awaken the spirit.
Her movements were precise and steady, without any frills, yet they possessed a rhythmic quality that seemed to control life and death.
Everyone instinctively held their breath, staring intently at her slender, fair hands.
Those hands now hold the power to fight against the King of Hell for life.
Su Wanqing twisted the golden needle and slowly injected spiritual power into it.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds.
Just when everyone's hearts were in their throats, a miracle occurred for the third time at this birthday banquet.
"Cough...cough cough!"
The previously silent Old Master Yan suddenly let out a violent cough.
He coughed up a thick, black phlegm.
Immediately afterwards, his purplish-blue face visibly regained its color.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Although his gaze was still unfocused and he was weak, his chest had regained its steady rise and fall.
It's alive.
He really came back to life.
The entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Immediately following were gasps of shock and uncontrollable exclamations.
"He's alive! He's really alive!"
"My God... this is like snatching someone from the jaws of death!"
"A miracle doctor! This is a true miracle doctor!"
All the guests looked at the young woman holding a golden needle with a calm expression, their eyes shifting from doubt to shock, and finally to deep awe.
Yan Shaocheng could no longer hold on, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Su Wanqing.
He kowtowed three times deeply to her.
"Mr. Su! You are a great benefactor to my Yan family! From this day forward, my life, Yan Shaocheng's life, belongs to you!"
His voice was hoarse, and each word struck the ground with a resounding thud.
Su Wanqing slowly put away the needles and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.
The combined depletion of her mental and spiritual energy, along with the deep wound in her heart, left her body somewhat exhausted.
She helped Yan Shaocheng up, her voice still calm: "Help the old man lie down on the bed and prepare some warm water."
She looked at Old Master Yan and said softly, "Old Master, your health is already very poor. You must not get angry again. Just rest and recuperate."
As Old Master Yan looked at her, tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.
He struggled to sit up, but Su Wanqing held him down.
He reached out with trembling hands and tightly grasped Su Wanqing's wrist, his lips moving but unable to utter a single word.
He knew that this girl had saved more than just his old life.
He is also the backbone of the entire Yan family.
This kindness is greater than the sky.
After this incident, the birthday banquet naturally could not continue.
The guests, filled with mixed emotions, took their leave one after another.
But everyone knew that after tonight, the capital would be transformed.
The granddaughter-in-law of the Lu family, who came from the countryside, was no longer the lucky "Cinderella" in other people's eyes.
She is Doctor Su.
A legend that can reverse life and death, snatching people from the jaws of death with a single needle.
Before leaving, General Chen made a point of walking up to Su Wanqing and slipping a pure gold business card into her hand.
"Dr. Su, this is my private phone number. From now on, you will be the most honored guest of the Chen family. You can ask me anything with just one sentence."
More and more people stepped forward, respectfully handing over their business cards with earnest words.
Overnight, Su Wanqing's status rose from a military wife who needed to rely on the Lu family's prestige to "Mr. Su," a figure revered and respected by everyone in Beijing's high society.
After all the guests had left, the Yan family mansion finally quieted down.
Yan Shaocheng personally invited Su Wanqing to the inner hall, where all the core members of the Yan family were present.
Old Master Yan had changed into clean clothes and was reclining in a grand chair, looking much better.
As soon as Su Wanqing entered the door, everyone in the Yan family, regardless of age or gender, bowed deeply to her at a ninety-degree angle.
"Mr. Su, I am deeply grateful and cannot express my thanks." Old Master Yan's voice was hoarse, but every word was solemn.
He gestured for Yan Shaocheng to fetch an antique sandalwood box.
“This is a ‘peace buckle’ that has been passed down in my Yan family for three hundred years. It is a token of my Yan family matriarch. Today, I take the initiative to give it to you.”
He looked at Su Wanqing, speaking each word clearly and forcefully:
"From this day forward, you are under the protection of the Yan family! Your affairs are the affairs of the Yan family! In this capital, if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, the Yan family will fight to the death!"
This is no longer about repaying a debt of gratitude, but about entrusting someone with a responsibility.
A century-old family treated her as family and made her the most important promise.
Looking at the warm and smooth ancient jade safety buckle, Su Wanqing was filled with mixed emotions.
She knew she had made the right bet.
She looked at Old Master Yan, did not refuse, and solemnly accepted it.
"I am deeply grateful for your kindness, sir."
She raised her head, and for the first time, her usually calm and composed, clear eyes revealed an undisguised sadness and urgency.
"But I do have a request for you, Wanqing."
“Mr. Su, please speak!” Old Master Yan said without hesitation.
"I want to know the most authentic and detailed information about the Southwest Sharp Sword Squad."
Her voice was soft, yet it instantly froze the temperature in the entire inner room.
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