Chapter 269: 269: The Crisis of Mu Cheng
Mu Mingyu completely didn’t want to talk to him, waved him off, indicating for him to keep his distance.
His relationship with the children at home wasn’t as close as his wife’s, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about them. Furthermore, Mu Cheng was his first child in his life, even as an adopted son, he was the first to make him feel the bond of father and son.
The status of Mu Cheng in his heart was unique.
He knew that Mu Cheng’s actions were correct, but he couldn’t help resenting the person in front of him. If it weren’t for this person, how could Mu Cheng have given away the amulet, how could anything have happened?
"Sorry! His mood is bad, and mine isn’t great either, can we talk later?" Tong Yunyun held back her heart-wrenching pain and made a conciliatory gesture.
She was proud that her son could perform such a "righteous deed," but still...
It hurt too much!
Tong Yunyun’s eyes welled up after speaking and she dared not look at the soldier in front of her, fearing she might show a resentful glance.
"Auntie Grandmother, why are you here?" Both Mu Mingyu and Tong Yunyun were surprised to suddenly see Mu Qiuniang’s figure. Although in their view, Mu Cheng was no different from their biological son, after all, he wasn’t the true blood of the Mu family. How could the "elder" whom the entire Mu family cautiously served come in person?
Didn’t you see that Father Mu, along with his elder brother and sister-in-law, hadn’t come either (maybe they were still on the way)?
"A Qing told me that A Cheng’s condition isn’t very good."
Mu Qing quickly stepped forward: "Dad, Mom, I invited Auntie Grandmother here. The doctors have already issued a critical illness notice, saying it’s very likely he won’t survive the surgery... I was afraid he wouldn’t make it, so I thought of asking Auntie Grandmother for help."
"You child, what’s the use of asking Auntie Grandmother for such an important matter? She’s not an Immortal! Alright, stop being ridiculous!" Mu Mingyu was in a bad mood.
Tong Yunyun, thinking of Auntie Grandmother’s mystery, couldn’t help but hold some hope in her heart: "Auntie Grandmother, do you really have a way? Can you save A Cheng?"
"Don’t worry, he will be fine!" Mu Qiuniang nodded and had Mu Mingyu handle the contact matters while she directly headed into the operating room.
"Wait! How can she just go in." A little nurse happened to come out, just about to stop her, but was pinned in place by a silver needle from her.
The soldiers present immediately showed looks of astonishment.
"Sorry! Auntie Grandmother just wants to save my elder brother, extraordinary measures for extraordinary times." Mu Qing said very politely to the nurse who couldn’t move.
The nurse almost wanted to cry: Who did I wrong by doing my duty?
There seemed to be a commotion coming from the operating room, but it was quickly resolved by Mu Qiuniang, and the operating room returned to normal operation.
Mu Mingyu stood outside the operating room, explaining to the restless soldiers: "Rest assured, Auntie Grandmother will definitely save A Cheng! She is a doctor even praised by Elder Lu in the medical field, able to cure even the strange illness of the young master of the Zhan family in the Capital City, you have to believe her!"
If they weren’t stunned by Mu Qiuniang’s earlier display with the silver needles, how could these soldiers be so compliant, knowing they shared a life-and-death bond with Mu Cheng, how could they stand by and watch someone disrupt Mu Cheng’s surgery?
"Your... Auntie Grandmother, can she really save the Captain?" a soldier asked.
"If Auntie Grandmother says she can, then she can. If she wants to save someone, not even the King Yanluo himself could claim them!"
Perhaps it was because they were shaken by Mu Mingyu’s confidence all over, a moment of silence passed among the soldiers before a leader said, "I believe you!"
"But," he added with a twist, "if anything happens to the Captain, we will not let this go lightly!"
Meanwhile, Mu Qing was also reassuring his parents: "Dad, Mom, don’t worry, as long as Auntie Grandmother takes action, there is no life she cannot save! Soon, Big Brother will get better."
In the operating room, a group of doctors and nurses was indeed stunned by Mu Qiuniang, completely unsure of what she was doing. With just a light wave, the people in the operating room made way for her.
The whole process didn’t affect the execution of the surgery at all.
She sent out a handful of silver needles and stopped the continuously flowing blood. A few more needles, and the patient with rolling eyes, ready for defibrillation, immediately experienced a stable heartbeat as if merely asleep.
"Let me handle it!"
She seemed to disdain the surgeon’s scalpel and calmly took over, proceeding with the surgery on the patient’s body.
Her speed was extremely fast, it was impossible to see how she moved; it was just a blur passing by, clearing out impurities from the patient’s wound.
That included even an iron rod as thick as a finger, nearly piercing through his spleen.
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, she unknowingly took out a thumb-sized white bottle from somewhere, sprinkling a light green powder all around.
The powder fell on the wounds, and the originally blackish-blue toxins gradually faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon after, it returned to the healthy red color of flesh and blood.
Next, she pulled out another silver needle to begin suturing the wound. To outsiders, it seemed like there was nothing on this silver needle, yet the wound magically fused together.
In reality, Mu Qiuniang was drawing spiritual power into fine threads, replacing the sutures. This spiritual thread was finer, more resilient, and more conducive to the healing of the wound.
After finishing the suturing, she took out another thumb-sized white jade bottle, scattering a cluster of pink powder on the freshly stitched wound.
Finally, looking as if she plucked from her waist, but actually from the space ring, a piece of thin, sugar-coated-like white paper was placed over the sutured wound.
"Put clothes on him!" Mu Qiuniang said.
Everyone was a bit dazed. It was finished in just about half an hour?!
This surgery was done so effortlessly?!
What were those items she just took out? Especially those two bottles of medicine - stopping blood, disinfecting, and healing wounds all at a visible speed. Their effect was simply too real, like a miracle!
They could hardly believe they were witnesses to a miracle.
Fortunately, the lead doctor regained composure, quickly waking the nurses to dress the patient.
He was just about to ask Mu Qiuniang who she was and what those items were, when he saw her take out another thumb-sized white jade bottle, aiming it at the patient’s slightly parted lips.
"He is not conscious now..." can’t eat anything. Before the doctor’s words were finished, the transparent liquid from the bottle poured out, carrying a faint fragrance, flowing into the patient’s mouth.
Amazingly, the bottle, clearly only thumb-sized, poured out nearly the capacity of a large bowl.