As he spoke, he was about to kneel down again, blood dripping from his forehead onto the muddy ground.
Zhu Xiuqin was awakened by the noise. She lay on the muddy ground and cried out in a trembling voice, "Eldest daughter-in-law... save us... we can't go to jail... we really can't go on living..."
She raised her dirty hand and tried to grab Su Qingzhi's clothes.
Su Qingzhi stood there silently, watching them finish their act.
Her figure stood quietly in the dim corner of the room, her face expressionless.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, with only the ticking of the old wall clock in the corner echoing.
She watched Shen Zhiyu beat his chest in despair, and watched Zhu Xiuqin cry out with snot and tears streaming down her face, "My life is so miserable."
These tears are nothing more than a ploy to elicit sympathy.
They cried until they were both too sobbing to speak, gasping for breath, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
She finally spoke softly.
"I'll give it a try."
Shen Zhiyu suddenly looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.
Zhu Xiuqin stopped sobbing, her Adam's apple bobbed, and she stared intently at Su Qingzhi.
She glanced at the roll of money that Shen Zhiyu had handed her.
The roll of banknotes was handed to her crookedly.
She reached out and took it, her fingertips touching the layers of crumpled paper.
Wrapped in loose change, the one-yuan and five-yuan banknotes were worn so badly that the denominations were no longer legible.
But when she gently peeled off the outer layer, she saw five brand-new hundred-yuan bills neatly wrapped inside.
She doesn't care about money.
Five hundred-yuan bills—not a lot, but not a little either.
But to her, it was nothing more than a sesame seed in the vastness of space.
She is not short of money, nor does she care about others' charity or "sincerity".
"Let me make this clear from the start: I'm just helping out; I can't be sure if he'll survive."
Zhu Xiuqin nodded hurriedly and said repeatedly, "Sister-in-law is right, it's all up to God!"
Shen Zhiyu held his breath, afraid that if he said the wrong word, Su Qingzhi would regret it.
He stared at her longingly.
"but--"
Su Qingzhi's voice was calm.
Her gaze slowly shifted between the two men.
"If she comes back to life, I'll take the money."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiuqin's expression changed slightly, her lips moved, but she dared not refute it.
Shen Zhiyu was so excited he almost jumped up, nodding repeatedly.
"You deserve it! You deserve it! Sister-in-law, you saved someone, you deserve more than five hundred, even five thousand would be worth it!"
"If I can't save him, I won't touch a single penny of this money."
She was neither greedy for money nor willing to bear unwarranted karmic consequences.
Saving lives was her choice, and the outcome was left to fate.
As for the money, it was merely a bottom line she set for herself.
If we fail, we will not take a single penny.
"Okay, okay! Sister-in-law! We'll do whatever you say! Hurry and save them! Do it now!"
Shen Zhiyu nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing up and down.
His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, the pain so intense he went numb, yet he remained oblivious.
Whether they can survive this ordeal depends entirely on whether Su Qingzhi can bring them back to life!
This family can't afford to lose another person.
Zhu Xiuqin held her breath and stared at Su Qingzhi.
She slumped to the ground, supporting herself with her hands at her sides, her body trembling slightly.
Her gaze followed Su Qingzhi's every move.
Last time, Su Qingzhi took out a magical pill...
The pill was completely black, yet it emitted a peculiar, pleasant fragrance.
Su Qingzhi said there was only one, which was obviously a lie; there must have been another one hidden!
Zhu Xiuqin was resolute, but a hint of greed flashed in her eyes.
If she could actually produce another one...
Then this disease will be cured, right?
"Please wait a moment, I'll go get the medicine."
Su Qingzhi turned around, her tone indifferent.
She didn't explain, nor did she glance at the two of them again, and pushed open the creaking wooden door.
She went into the west room, closed the door behind her, and made sure no one followed her in.
The next second, her consciousness sank into her sea of consciousness, and a small, lush green herb garden suddenly appeared before her eyes.
The bluestone path meanders, the spring flows gently, and a few medicinal herbs sway softly in the breeze.
She walked quickly to the medicine shelf, took out a golden Maltesers from the corner, and then took a small jade bottle, squatted down by the spring and filled it halfway with cool spring water.
The moment my fingertips touched the spring water, a warm, refreshing energy flowed through my meridians and throughout my body.
The items are available.
But she had no idea whether this thing would work or not.
She stood up, staring at the Maltesers in her hand, her brows furrowed slightly.
The last one only used up most of its spiritual energy to cure a high fever.
This time, the person we need to save is someone who has already died...
Is it still useful?
She dared not make any guarantees or promises lightly.
After all, she had just checked and found that Liu Yuelan had already stopped breathing.
There was no pulse, no breath, and the body began to feel cold.
According to common sense, the dead cannot be brought back to life.
Even if the spring water is miraculous, it can't bring the dead back to life, can it?
As she thought about it, she followed the same method as last time, stuffing the chocolate into Liu Yuelan's mouth and then slowly feeding her a little bit of spiritual spring water.
The chocolate melted quickly, releasing a sweet aroma.
Then, she used a small spoon to scoop up a drop of spiritual spring water and slowly fed it into her mouth along her lips.
Water droplets slid down her pale lips and seeped into her throat.
Shen Zhiyu and Zhu Xiuqin nervously surrounded Liu Yuelan, staring at her intently.
The two knelt on the other side of the bed.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Shen Zhiyu's forehead and slid down his temples.
He didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it.
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