All thirteen Silver Needles were glowing, trembling violently, and at this moment, the Family Head Qinâs body was also shaking continuously as if subject to a great stimulus.
Half an hour had passed, Ye Luoâs forehead was covered in sweat, his complexion pale, his body slightly swaying.
At that moment, Mu Qingsong suddenly approached from behind Ye Luo, placed a palm on his back, and a surge of pure strength flowed into his body, immediately restoring the color to Ye Luoâs face.
Meanwhile, Family Head Qinâs originally bloodless face had returned to normal, and his faint breathing was gradually recovering.
"Rise!"
With a loud shout, all thirteen Silver Needles simultaneously left Family Head Qinâs body. Ye Luo waved his hand and gathered all of them, tucking them back into the small bag.
Ye Luo exhaled a turbid breath once more and turned to look at Mu Qingsong, saying, "Thank you, Elder Mu, for your assistance just now!"
"No need to mention it, having the fortune to witness the legendary Gui Men Thirteen Needles today is already the greatest honor of my life. Who would have thought that young Brother Ye could master the Gui Men Thirteen Needles at such a young age? No wonder you were so confident in curing Family Head Qin."
Mu Qingsong looked at Ye Luo and exclaimed. The Gui Men Thirteen Needles was an acupuncture technique long lost in the Huaxia traditional medicine community, rumored to have the power to bring people back from the brink of death, hence it was named the Gui Men Thirteen Needles.
"Ye Luo, how is my grandfather?" Qin Yuru looked at Ye Luo with an urgent expression on her face.
"Donât worry, your grandfather is fine now." Ye Luo said, promptly removing the oxygen mask from Family Head Qinâs face. The organs in his body, exhausted before, were now brimming with vitality as if a cellphone that had run out of battery was fully recharged.
To outsiders, this would absolutely seem like a miracle, but to Ye Luo, who possessed the Gui Men Thirteen Needles, it wasnât too significant. However, this was also the first time he had performed the Gui Men Thirteen Needles, and he hadnât anticipated the need for such a tremendous expenditure of energy and strength.
Fortunately, Mu Qingsong had helped out at the crucial moment. Otherwise, he might not have been able to complete the treatment, considering his current strength was not yet sufficient to wield this miraculous set of acupuncture techniques at will.
Soon, Family Head Qinâs eyes slowly opened, causing Qin Yuru to be extremely happy. As for the brothers Qin Tianming and Qin Feng, their faces changed, their eyes flickering, pondering something.
"Grandfather, youâve finally woken up, thatâs really wonderful."
Qin Yuru quickly held Family Head Qinâs hand tightly, tears of joy on her face.
"Yes, I also did not expect that I would have another day of life." Family Head Qinâs face showed a touch of emotion, then he turned his gaze to Ye Luo: "Thank you, young friend, for all youâve done. Iâm aware of everything. If not for you, Iâm afraid this old man could only struggle to survive for another half a year."
"Youâre too polite, Family Head Qin. Miss Qin is my friend, and it was my duty to lend a hand," Ye Luo said with a smile.
"Family Head Qin, you truly met a guardian angel this time," Mu Qingsong said with a laugh.
"Indeed, I, Qin Huaide, have met a guardian angel, but I also owe thanks to National Doctor Muâs help," Qin Huaide said, looking at Mu Qingsong with gratitude.
"You neednât be so polite, Family Head Qin." Mu Qingsong shook his head.
At that time, Qin Tianming eagerly said, "Dad, youâre alright now, thatâs really too good."
"Yes, Dad, you donât know, these past days, Tianming and Feng have been worrying themselves sick over you."
Wan Liping, wife of Qin Tianming, couldnât help but speak.
"Auntie, do you mean that neither my father nor I are worried about Grandpa?" Qin Yun, the third son of the Qin Family and the second young master, said indifferently.
"I, um..." Wan Lipingâs face slightly changed, somewhat at a loss for words.
"Enough, stop arguing. I know exactly what you all are thinking. Thereâs no need to talk about such things. On the evening of the day after tomorrow, I will hold a Qin Clan meeting, where I will officially announce the next Family Head of the Qin Family and the successor to the Qin Group," Qin Huaide said with a solemn expression.
Both Qin Tianming and Qin Tianchen narrowed their eyes slightly, while Qin Yuruâs face changed subtly, her eyes flickering without speaking.
After leaving the old master Qinâs room, Mu Qingsong couldnât help but look at Ye Luo and said, "Young Brother Ye, there was some unpleasantness between my grandson Jian Chun and you before. Please donât take it to heart. Iâve already given him a stern warning, and such incidents wonât happen again in the future."
"Elder Mu is too polite. There is no enmity between your grandson and me; you donât need to worry about it so much," Ye Luo said with a smile.
"Ye Luo, let me give you a ride back. Thank you for today, for saving my grandfather."
Qin Yuru looked at Ye Luo with a sincere expression and spoke.
"We are friends; thereâs no need for such formality."
"If you ever need anything in the future, as long as I, Qin Yuru, can do it, I will go all out to help you," Qin Yuru said.
"Donât worry, when the time comes, I definitely wonât be polite," Ye Luo said with a smile at the corner of his mouth. His eyes then became slightly focused as he added, "However, you should be careful of your eldest uncle and third uncle. They seem to hold hostility toward you, and your grandfatherâs recent illness was very unusualâit must have been caused by someone. So be careful."
Qin Yuruâs eyes hardened, a cold light flashing through them, as she said, "I understand. Iâm well aware of their intentions, and I wonât let anyone hurt Grandpa again."
"If you need anything, just contact me."
Afterward, Ye Luo left the Qin Family Manor in Qin Yuruâs car.
At the same time, in a building within the Qin Family Manor, father and son Qin Tianming and Qin Feng sat together.
"I really didnât expect that kid to have such skills, to be able to bring the old man back to life again. Those people from the Black Alliance are also useless; they havenât managed to kill a single person yet," Qin Feng said coldly, a glint of coldness flickering in his eyes.
"Do you think, with the strength that boy showed in the Situ Family, he would be so easy to kill? Moreover, he holds a War Order in his hand; he is definitely not an ordinary person," Qin Tianming said, his eyebrows furrowing into a âć·â, his expression solemn.
"Dad, what exactly is this War Order? Why did that kid, as soon as he took it out, make Elder Situ, Elder Mu, and even Elder Ouyang all come to his aid? Otherwise, that boy would have died in the Situ Family long ago," Qin Feng said, his eyes showing a trace of frustration.
"The matter of the War Order is complicated, and itâs not something I can explain clearly now. Itâs time for us to start preparing. The day after tomorrow is when everything will be decided. Judging by what the old man just said, itâs very likely that both the Qin Family and the Qin Group will all belong to Qin Yuru."
"How can this be? Dad, you are the eldest in the Qin Family; the Qin Family and Qin Group should rightfully belong to us father and son. How can it all be given to Qin Yuru?" Qin Fengâs face darkened immediately, full of unwillingness.