Shen Manshu stared at Lin Yu in shock.
Her legs have never allowed her to stand up since the accident when she was eight years old.
Her father searched for renowned doctors all over the country for her.
No doctor, either domestically or internationally, could cure her illness.
After all these years, she had long since given up hope.
But at this moment, this man actually told her that his leg could be cured.
However, her eyes immediately dimmed.
“Mr. Lin, I know you’re just trying to comfort me. If it were ten years earlier, maybe it would have been possible, but now…”
Shen Manshu shook her head sadly.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Lin Yu's medical skills, but she felt that it was simply impossible.
Over the years, the nerves in my legs have long since died. It will probably be even more difficult for me to heal my legs than for my father to have a successful surgery.
She dared not even hope for it.
Lin Yu understood her feelings, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "So, if I really help you stand up again, how will you repay me?"
“Uh, I…” Shen Manshu was speechless for a moment, and her pretty face turned red.
Her already delicate face, amidst its cool elegance, exuded a hint of shyness, much like a plum blossom standing alone in the cold winter, captivating all who beheld it.
Seeing her like this, Lin Yu knew she was overthinking things, and quickly emphasized, "Don't overthink it. I just wanted to say that your leg isn't a terminal illness, it's completely curable! Just trust me!"
Shen Manshu's mind was in turmoil, but for some reason, at this moment, she felt a powerful inner strength emanating from this man.
"You really know how to give people confidence. Okay, then I'll believe you. If you can heal my leg, I... I'll..."
Shen Manshu struggled for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
At this moment, the two had already reached the jeep.
Lin Yu opened the car door and carried Shen Manshu into the car. He folded up the wheelchair and sat down as well.
Feng Jiu boarded the main vehicle, and the three of them sped towards the Shen family manor.
Meanwhile, at the Shen Family Manor.
Time passed second by second.
Everyone kept looking at the clock; one hour and forty minutes had passed since the two-hour mark.
In less than twenty minutes, Shen Shi'en's life will come to an end.
With each passing minute, Yang Mingyuan and Lao Li's hearts grew heavier.
In contrast to them, Shen Xiaochen felt a little more at ease with each passing minute.
As time ticked by, Shen Xiaochen couldn't be happier.
It seems the people my men found were really reliable; they managed to stop that big, dumb guy, Fugui.
He couldn't wait to get his hands on that box and sit on the throne of the Marquis!
It'll be soon! Very soon!
The moment is finally here!
Finally... thud!
At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, the grandfather clock in the villa struck a dull thud, like a death knell.
And at this moment, exactly two hours had passed.
Whoosh!
The silver needles that were originally stuck in Shen Shi'en's head instantly flew out, and Yang Mingyuan also trembled all over, as if he had been hit by a huge rock. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back a few steps.
Beep beep beep... beep—
The testing instrument emitted a rapid alarm, and the wave eventually flattened into a straight line.
thump!
Yang Mingyuan knelt helplessly on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "My lord, I'm sorry! It's a pity that my skills are not deep enough to fully master the Thirteen Ghost Needles. If I had the skills of a celestial physician, I could have kept you here for another day. I'm so sorry!"
Bang!
Yang Mingyuan kowtowed heavily to the ground, "Lord Marquis, may you rest in peace!!"
Thump thump!
In an instant, all the servants in the villa knelt down.
Old Li also knelt down on the ground, trembling, and couldn't help but wipe away his tears, sobbing sadly.
The entire villa was filled with the sound of weeping. Those who heard it were saddened, and those who listened were moved to tears.
On ordinary days, the Marquis was exceptionally kind, treating every servant like family, and everyone respected and loved him.
Now that the Marquis has passed away, they feel both regret for him and uncertainty about their own future.
Sobbing sounds rose and fell.
Only one person had a smile on their face.
It was naturally Shen Xiaochen.
At that moment, he walked to the bedside, opened the box that represented the heir, and took out a letter and a seal inside.
He shouted loudly, "My father's letter of succession and seal are here. From this day forward, I am the Marquis of Guanwai, and you all must submit to me!"
Hahahaha!
Shen Xiaochen laughed so wildly that there wasn't a trace of sadness on his face.
Everyone glared angrily, but dared not speak out.
Because Shen Xiaochen's inheritance of the title was indeed legitimate.
In the future, he will be in charge of this Marquis's mansion; who would dare to offend him?
Only Old Li stood up shakily, pointed at Shen Xiaochen's nose and shouted, "Young Master, if I'm not mistaken, it was you who had someone run me over and prevent me from going to the First Affiliated Hospital to ask for a renowned doctor! You unfilial son, the Marquis has misjudged you. You are not worthy of this title!"
"Your hands are stained with blood. Even if you sit in this position, you are a despicable person and will suffer the infamy of future generations!! You beast!!" Old Li roared with all his might.
Shen Xiaochen's face instantly darkened.
Originally, Shen Shi'en's death should have been a happy occasion, but I never expected that old man to be such a spoilsport, publicly insulting me. He's practically asking for death!
He immediately flew into a rage and ordered his henchmen, "Slap them hard in the face!!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
Several lackeys, their faces fawning, then strode menacingly toward Old Li.
"What, what are you going to do?"
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