Wei Lai glanced at her.
Guo Cui chuckled awkwardly, pretending to slap her own mouth. "Look at me, Supervisor Wei—do you think once those two are dead, I can leave Silent Garden?"
After speaking, she cautiously sneaked a glance at Wei Lai.
She had already been stuck in this garden for ten years—a full decade. She couldn’t step outside even once, couldn’t contact the outside world, couldn’t play with her phone. Her meals were delivered weekly by someone at a designated spot. This was in the mountains, and every winter proved unbearable, not to mention the added torment of caring for two elderly people—one disabled and the other blind. She couldn’t take it anymore. But in the Yu family, a place where servants were militarized under strict control, unless the higher-ups gave permission, even the thought of leaving Silent Garden would bring upon her merciless punishment.
This was New Year’s Eve, a day meant for family reunions. And yet, here she was, still stuck babysitting two ruins of human life.
She thought, only when these two died would she finally step out of Silent Garden.
Wei Lai cast her a glance, answering ambiguously, "Wait a little longer."
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"How long have you been like this?"
A soft voice drifted down beside her ear.
The old woman froze for a moment before abruptly pushing her away. "Go, leave! This old crone doesn’t need your pity—cough, cough..."
A hand landed gently on her back, patting and soothing.
To her surprise, the suffocating weight in her chest lightened significantly, making it easier to breathe. But she didn’t have time to think about it—she only wanted to drive away the person before her.
"Mei Lvge, that old witch! Isn’t she just trying to see us suffer? Go back and tell her she’s succeeded. But even if I die, I won’t forget the ruin she’s brought upon my family. If I become a vengeful ghost, I’ll haunt her for generations and lifetimes..."
The elderly woman suddenly realized she’d been able to speak so much in one go without losing her breath.
"Alright."
Shen You’an retrieved a pill from the medicine box and brought it to the old woman’s mouth.
"What is this?"
Though blind, the old woman’s other senses were sharp—she caught a distinctive herbal aroma.
"A medicine that can cure your illness."
The old woman stubbornly turned her head away, refusing, as if she’d rather die than take it.
"Only by living can you personally deliver those words to Mei Lvge."
She turned her head back, suddenly raising her hand to grip Shen You’an’s arm. "Who are you?"
"I’m a doctor—a doctor who can save you."
"I can tell you’re a good person. But doctor, you can’t save us. Once you leave this place, go as far as you can, and don’t get involved further."
Taking advantage of the moment she opened her mouth, Shen You’an slipped the pill into the old woman’s mouth, trailing her fingers down the throat. The old woman reflexively swallowed the pill.
"You..." The old woman sighed heavily. "Fine, fine. You’ve got no choice. I won’t make things difficult for you. Leave quickly now."
Instead, Shen You’an walked past her, letting her gaze fall upon the old man inside the room.
The old man looked far more deteriorated.
Shen You’an grabbed his hand, feeling for his pulse.
Although she was not skilled in medicine, the system could provide precise evaluations.
The result was grim.
[Severe brain damage. Every organ in the body is failing. Impossible to save.]
He was holding on purely by a thread of life.
[Soul Revival Pill]
Shen You’an recalled the time she used the Soul Revival Pill to save Qi Baotan.
[His organs have completely shut down. The Soul Revival Pill has no effect on him, unless the Marrow Cleansing Method is used to rebuild his flesh and blood.]
[What needs to be done?]
[In the Ancient Medical Scripture, there’s mention of a long-lost Marrow Cleansing Method that requires True Qi to flow backward guided by silver needles at key acupoints. This is an excruciating process for both parties involved. Without formidable willpower to endure, not only will the rescue fail, but the practitioner could die as well. This process takes three days. Afterward, bloodletting therapy must be performed, combining thousand-year-old purple Ganoderma into a paste and boiling it for consumption. One additional medicinal lead is required.]
paused dramatically.
Shen You’an, growing impatient, asked, [What medicinal lead?]
[Blood from a healthy direct blood relative.]
Shen You’an: ...
[An’an, don’t assume this is some folk remedy. The Ancient Medical Scripture clearly documents it—it cannot possibly be false.]
Shen You’an asked, [How do I use silver needles to prick acupoints?]
[Host requires 500 points to unlock the knowledge database.]
Shen You’an: ...
Choosing to spend the required points, a sea of consciousness manifested an ancient text—a detailed map of human meridians and the technique for pricking acupoints.
Shen You’an, who had an exceptional memory and insight, quickly scanned it thoroughly and grasped the concept instantly.
She opened the medicine box, retrieving a cloth pouch. Unfolding it, she revealed rows of silver needles in various sizes.