“Yes, sister, this man is practically a living Hua Tuo from Kyoto. Even he thinks there’s no hope. You shouldn’t insist anymore.”
“Respect the dead. Kneel down and kowtow to Fusheng. I will also plead for you at the yamen. Given our friendship, I, your sister, will definitely not stand by and watch you go to the executioner’s block.”
Yang Shu was overjoyed, but she still maintained a gentle and virtuous demeanor, her sinister malice well concealed.
Watching Ning Yin insert silver needles into the old woman's multiple acupoints, she found it utterly ridiculous.
Before coming, she asked the most famous doctor in Kyoto to take the old woman's pulse.
The doctor said that if it had been a day or two earlier, there might still have been a chance to save him.
But now the poison has invaded the internal organs; even Hua Tuo, if he were alive, would have to shake his head in dismay.
Yang Shuhuan knew that Ning Yin knew a little about medicine, but she was definitely no match for these senior doctors.
Moreover, she was very confident in the poison her father had brought back. If she didn't completely send Ning Yin to hell this time, she wouldn't be a Yang.
Thinking about it, Yang Shuhuan suddenly walked over and squatted down beside Ning Yin.
"Sister, please don't do this. The person is dead. Let the dead go."
She glanced at the old woman with a hint of regret and reached out to pull Ning Yin away.
Ning Yin gave her a cold look, quickly shook off her hand, and then got up to get the detoxifying soup that had been prepared on the table.
Yang Shuhuan was amused and annoyed by Ning Yin's persistence. Just as she was about to get up, she noticed that the old woman's eyelids twitched a few times.
Thinking he had misread it, he leaned closer for a few more careful looks, only to find the old woman suddenly coughing violently the next second.
Immediately afterwards, a stream of bloody and foul-smelling poisonous blood gushed from her mouth.
Yang Shuhuan was the closest at that moment, and the poisonous blood sprayed directly onto her face.
"Ah, he's come back to life! Ah, Ruyan, quick, help me up, quick!"
Yang Shuhuan was so anxious that she shouted and yelled, her eyes tightly closed, and she thrashed about wildly.
The onlookers were also startled, and the old woman opened her eyes immediately after spitting out a mouthful of poisonous blood.
His eyes were empty and filled with resentment as he stared straight at Yang Shuhuan.
Ruyan was already terrified and dared not step forward to help Yang Shuhuan, leaving her to flailing about on the ground.
At this moment, Yang Shuhuan had only one thought in her mind: once it was done, she would tear this old woman to pieces.
How could she still be coughing? How could that be!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he stood up by touching the ground.
Ruyan then snapped out of her panic and helped Yang Shuhuan out to wash her face.
Seeing Yang Shuhuan's disheveled appearance, Ning Yin felt that she deserved it.
However, her treatment was effective; now all she had to do was feed the old woman a bowl of detoxifying soup.
Once all the remaining toxins in the body are eliminated, the danger will be averted.
"Miss, her eyes are open, that's wonderful."
Su Xin quickly squatted down and half-lifted the old woman to make it easier for Ning Yin to feed her medicine.
The doctor from Huichuntang who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines was also shocked, though he found it unbelievable.
However, he remained steadfast in his opinion that the old woman's vomiting of blood was merely a stress reaction caused by the stimulation of the silver needles.
There is absolutely no way to actually save that person's life.
Moreover, the woman closed her eyes again, showing no sign of reviving.
He couldn't help but turn to the people outside and say, "Don't be afraid, it's just a final burst of energy before death. The deceased is gone."
The people around whispered and gossiped, all expressing their disdain.
"You really believe she can be saved? She's probably just stalling for time."
Zhou Fusheng stood with his arms crossed, watching coldly from the sidelines.
If she can save the old woman, she will eat excrement while standing upside down.
"Young lady, tormenting the patient like this won't help. Be careful, the deceased's resentment might haunt you and make you pay with your life!"
Some so-called righteous people in the crowd came out to support her again, but Ning Yin turned a deaf ear to these words of kicking someone when they were down.
Holding the woman's chin, Ningyin carefully poured the medicine into her mouth.
At first, the old woman couldn't swallow, and a lot of the medicine spilled from the corners of her mouth.
Ningyin tried several times, but failed each time.
"Miss, it seems there's no hope. What should we do?"
Su Xin frowned anxiously, knowing that she probably couldn't escape this calamity.
If Yang Shuhuan really wanted to arrest someone, then she would say that she had accidentally given the wrong medicine, and that she was willing to die, but her young lady absolutely could not be harmed.
"I told you, it was just a temporary lucidity before death; there's no need for medicine."
"Exactly! I think we should arrest this quack doctor immediately to prevent more people from suffering..."
Just as everyone was talking at once, the old woman suddenly made two sounds in her throat.
The medicine slowly flowed down her throat.
"Miss, miss, the patient can swallow now..."
Su Xin, beaming with joy, turned and glared angrily at the onlookers, shouting, "Look carefully, the patient is swallowing, she's not dead!"
As soon as Su Xin finished speaking, Zhou Fusheng's legs suddenly went weak, and he almost lost his balance and fell down.
After a short while, he rushed forward and shoved Ningyin forcefully, spilling some of the medicinal soup from the bowl.
“Zhou Fusheng, the person is almost saved. If you continue to cause trouble, I can only conclude that your motive is to kill your own grandmother!”
Ning Yin coldly rebuked him, and Zhou Fusheng's pupils turned fierce as he tried to drag Ning Yin away again.
"Did you see that? He's scared. He's trying to stop me from saving people. I'm sure the real culprit will be caught soon!"
At this moment, the onlookers' opinions shifted, and those who had just criticized Ning Yin now turned their attention to Zhou Fusheng.
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