Peerless Divine Doctor

All thirteen Silver Needles were glowing, trembling violently, and at this moment, the Family Head Qin’s body was also shaking continuously as if subject to a great stimulus.

Half an hour had passed, Ye Luo’s 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 Luo’s face.

Meanwhile, Family Head Qin’s 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 Qin’s 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.

"Don’t worry, your grandfather is fine now." Ye Luo said, promptly removing the oxygen mask from Family Head Qin’s 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 wasn’t too significant. However, this was also the first time he had performed the Gui Men Thirteen Needles, and he hadn’t 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 Qin’s 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, you’ve finally woken up, that’s really wonderful."

Qin Yuru quickly held Family Head Qin’s hand tightly, tears of joy on her face.

"Yes, I also did not expect that I would have another day of life." Family Head Qin’s face showed a touch of emotion, then he turned his gaze to Ye Luo: "Thank you, young friend, for all you’ve done. I’m aware of everything. If not for you, I’m afraid this old man could only struggle to survive for another half a year."

"You’re 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 Mu’s help," Qin Huaide said, looking at Mu Qingsong with gratitude.

"You needn’t be so polite, Family Head Qin." Mu Qingsong shook his head.

At that time, Qin Tianming eagerly said, "Dad, you’re alright now, that’s really too good."

"Yes, Dad, you don’t know, these past days, Tianming and Feng have been worrying themselves sick over you."

Wan Liping, wife of Qin Tianming, couldn’t 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 Liping’s face slightly changed, somewhat at a loss for words.

"Enough, stop arguing. I know exactly what you all are thinking. There’s 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 Yuru’s face changed subtly, her eyes flickering without speaking.

After leaving the old master Qin’s room, Mu Qingsong couldn’t help but look at Ye Luo and said, "Young Brother Ye, there was some unpleasantness between my grandson Jian Chun and you before. Please don’t take it to heart. I’ve already given him a stern warning, and such incidents won’t happen again in the future."

"Elder Mu is too polite. There is no enmity between your grandson and me; you don’t 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; there’s 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.

"Don’t worry, when the time comes, I definitely won’t 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 grandfather’s recent illness was very unusual—it must have been caused by someone. So be careful."

Qin Yuru’s eyes hardened, a cold light flashing through them, as she said, "I understand. I’m well aware of their intentions, and I won’t let anyone hurt Grandpa again."

"If you need anything, just contact me."

Afterward, Ye Luo left the Qin Family Manor in Qin Yuru’s 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 didn’t 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 haven’t 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 ’川’, 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 it’s not something I can explain clearly now. It’s time for us to start preparing. The day after tomorrow is when everything will be decided. Judging by what the old man just said, it’s 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 Feng’s face darkened immediately, full of unwillingness.