The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"No way! Mom, this concerns Dad's life. You can't be so stubborn. I can't let you be reckless at this time."

Song Qinghe insisted on stopping her.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Just then, Song Qinghe and Song Qingyun rushed in with a doctor.

The hospital's attending doctors had all arrived, from every department.

Saving Old Sir Song was the priority. Their entry immediately eased the tension in the ward, and no one noticed the stiff expressions on the faces of the mother and son.

Everyone thought it was out of concern for Old Sir Song.

The doctors quickly examined Old Sir Song, and as they worked, their expressions grew increasingly serious.

Song Qingyun anxiously asked, "Doctor! How is he?"

All three sons surrounded the doctor, hoping for a different answer.

The old sir was the backbone of the family. If he was gone, an instant upheaval would follow.

The impact on them, the Song family, would be far beyond their expectations.

The doctor shook his head.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Song. Given the old sir's condition, you should prepare for the worst. If there's anything he needs to say, let him do so now. As it stands, he won't last half an hour."

This was the conclusion from the attending specialists; it was unanimous. The old sir's condition was beyond rescue.

Even if they used every treatment, it would merely hasten his death.

The poison had penetrated his heart. To put it bluntly, he hadn't collapsed yet because he was holding onto a breath; the old sir's health over the years had been quite good.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted this long.

After all, acupuncture is not a single needle; each needle was poisonous, meaning the old sir was deeply poisoned.

The doctors were apologetic about their conclusion, but there was no choice. Having such a high-ranking elder die in their hospital was unimaginable.

An elder being killed by such insidious means was truly regrettable.

The three Song brothers stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

The old lady closed her eyes, tears streaming down. She knew that this hydrogen cyanide was extremely difficult to counter, and the acupuncture process had started over ten minutes ago. At first, no one, including the doctors, thought anything would happen to the old sir!

The acupuncture process is known to take at least half an hour or even an hour.

This delay was what harmed the old sir; if discovered earlier, he might still have been saved.

Song Moting ignored the others; he knew well what those words meant.

For his father and uncle, the old sir's death was losing the family's backbone, upending the entire Song family, a political factor outweighing familial bonds.

But for him, it was different. This was his grandfather, his dearest relative, despite their frequent arguments.

In his heart, the old sir was the grandfather who raised him.

His feelings for the old sir were unique, mixed with admiration for his father and affection for his relatives.

Now his beloved grandfather might die!

Song Moting pushed people aside, quickly stepping forward, seizing the teapot from the old lady.

He knew the lifesaving item was here, and whether his grandfather could be resurrected depended on its efficacy, assuming his observations were correct.

If it could heal him quickly, then surely it could save his grandfather too.

He wanted his grandfather to live, by any miraculous means.

No matter how unbelievable it seemed, he had to try.

The urgency to save his grandfather's life surpassed his determination to protect his wife.

The scales tipped; he could die for Jiang Xiaoxiao. If anyone dared harm Jiang Xiaoxiao, Song Moting would protect her with his life.

But at this moment, he had to save his grandfather.

He couldn't watch his grandfather die.

Even if it meant standing against the whole world afterward.

No one stopped him. At this time, with the old sir on the brink, everyone watched Song Moting, knowing that overwhelming grief drove him to save his grandfather at any cost.

Feng Zaisan said nothing further; what was there to say with the old sir beyond saving?

The so-called special remedy was meaningless now.

Usually, such remedies consist of herbal medicine, which acts slowly, unlikely to have a dramatic detoxifying effect.

Even with a last-ditch effort, it seemed unlikely to work, just this child's attempt for last salvation.

Jiang Xiaoxiao rushed over, needing to control the peach juice dosage, without which it would be uncontrollable; she alone could manage it. She couldn't let Song Moting, overwhelmed by grief, end up killing the old sir.

"Song Moting, let me do it."

Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, his eyes blazing with hope.

He knew the only one who could save his grandfather was Jiang Xiaoxiao.

He didn't know what methods Jiang Xiaoxiao had, but he knew she could save people.

If Jiang Xiaoxiao could save him, she could certainly save his grandfather, as long as he lived.

He was willing to believe anything, do anything if it meant his grandfather could survive.

"Xiao Xiao, please!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao took the teapot from him, nodding solemnly.

Song Moting released his grip.

Jiang Xiaoxiao slowly fed the old sir bit by bit.

At first, the peach juice leaked out as the old sir couldn't swallow.

Yet, as some juice seeped in, the second sip allowed the old sir to slowly swallow it down, and as it reached his stomach, his condition seemed to improve, able to swallow on his own.

The lady, closest by, witnessed the miraculous change—her husband progressing from inability to swallow to beginning to swallow.

She immediately rushed to help Jiang Xiaoxiao support the old sir's chin.

Jiang Xiaoxiao fed the juice in measured amounts.

"The blue on his face has faded; his lips are clearing too."

The lady exclaimed joyfully; it was a sign of improvement.

The attending doctors, previously mournful, gathered quickly, being specialists who had confirmed hydrogen cyanide poisoning, deemed incurable.

How was it possible that a special remedy could revive someone?

They didn't want to be seen as fools!

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched the old sir's condition while calculating the peach juice in the cup.

The juice from two peaches filled the bottle.

She didn't dare recklessly give him all the juice, lest the rapid improvement turn to harm.

But so far, the old sir's condition was improving.

When he took a deep breath and opened his eyes, Jiang Xiaoxiao withdrew the teapot.

She needed to stop; the old sir was better now.

Overextending could lead to real trouble.

She was truly frightened by the peaches and wouldn't act impulsively.

As Jiang Xiaoxiao backed away with the teapot, the specialists rushed to the old sir's side.