198: Chapter 198: Group Eight Leader!
198: Chapter 198: Group Eight Leader!
The alchemy process took up the entire night.
Lady Yuzhu and Huang Anping kept vigil outside the door all through the night.
The next morning, Zhou Yu came out of the door.
Huang Anping hurried forward.
“Divine Doctor Zhou, how did the medicine turn out?”
Zhou Yu took out a jade bottle and smiled:
“There are seven pills in this jade bottle.”
“Take one every seven days and use True Qi to refine it.
After forty-nine days, you should fully recover.”
Lady Yuzhu’s face lit up with excitement as she took the jade bottle.
“Zhou, my young friend, I can’t thank you enough.”
Zhou Yu smiled faintly.
“My lady, there’s no need for such formality.”
“Given the fierce potency of this pill, your body might not withstand the first dose.
You can take one now, and I’ll look out for you.
In case of any accidents, I’ll intervene.”
Once again Lady Yuzhu expressed her gratitude.
She sat cross-legged, took out a pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.
As soon as the pill entered her body, streams of Qi rose from Lady Yuzhu.
At the same time, her face twisted in agony.
Huang Anping looked on worriedly.
“Divine Doctor Zhou, my mother…
she’s not in danger, is she?”
Zhou Yu smiled faintly.
Huang Anping was somewhat relieved and stared intently at his mother.
Seconds turned to minutes, and other than the painful expression on her face, Lady Yuzhu experienced no further complications.
This was somewhat unexpected for Zhou Yu.
He nodded inwardly, realizing that although Lady Yuzhu appeared bent and frail, her foundation in Qi Refinement was solid, which was why she could withstand such a potent medicinal strength.
An hour later, the Qi streams around Lady Yuzhu gradually disappeared.
She slowly opened her eyes.
Huang Anping quickly asked:
“Mother, how do you feel?”
Lady Yuzhu took a deep breath, her eyes filled with shock.
“Young friend Zhou, your pill is miraculous.
I can feel my internal injuries have significantly improved.”
Zhou Yu smiled slightly.
“That’s good to hear.”
Lady Yuzhu carefully stored the medicine bottle and looked at Zhou Yu again.
“My young friend, I won’t repeat my thanks.
From now on, the Huang Family is at your disposal.”
Zhou Yu was keen on finding more protection for the Lin Family, so he didn’t refuse.
After a brief exchange, Lady Yuzhu warmly invited:
“Young friend, you’ve worked hard all night.
I’ve had breakfast prepared for you.
Let’s have something to eat.”
Zhou Yu was about to agree when suddenly his phone rang.
It was from Song Xue.
Ever since Song Xue called for help last time, he had saved her number.
Over the phone, Song Xue’s voice was trembling.
“Zhou Yu, my brother, he’s had an accident…”
Even through the phone, Zhou Yu could feel Song Xue’s panic as her words came out almost incoherently.
Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes.
He didn’t ask for details over the phone but found out the location of Song Tian.
“My brother is at Chaoyang Hospital in Yu City.”
“Okay, don’t worry, I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up, Zhou Yu looked at Lady Yuzhu.
“My lady, I apologize, but a friend of mine is injured.
I must go see him immediately.”
Lady Yuzhu said quickly:
If you need any help, just let me know.”
Huang Anping also hurriedly added:
“Divine Doctor Zhou, I’ll arrange a car to take you there.”
After bidding farewell to Lady Yuzhu, Zhou Yu got in the car and headed straight for Chaoyang Hospital.
Chaoyang Hospital, intensive care unit.
Song Tian was lying in a hospital bed with various tubes and machines attached to his body.
Song Xue was leaning over the side of the bed, holding Song Tian’s hand tightly, her eyes swollen from crying.
Seeing Zhou Yu arrive, she immediately got up and approached him, clutching his clothes tightly.
“Zhou Yu, the doctors say my brother’s condition is special, they can’t treat it here…”
Zhou Yu quickly consoled her.
“Sister Xue’er, don’t panic, I guarantee he will be okay.”
“Let me check on him first.”
Song Xue released Zhou Yu’s clothes.
Zhou Yu approached Song Tian.
He saw that Song Tian’s body was covered with large patches of dark red marks, his eyes utterly devoid of life, his eyeballs filled with a gray-brown hue which looked extremely frightening.
Zhou Yu frowned, took Song Tian’s pulse, and began to examine him.
As Zhou Yu was examining him, suddenly two people strode in.
The man was around forty, steady-eyed, exuding an extraordinary presence, though he seemed to have an injury on his leg, limping as he walked.
The woman was not yet thirty, with delicate features and a slender figure.
Seeing Zhou Yu holding Song Tian’s hand, the girl immediately scolded:
The girl walked quickly over, her face flushed with anger, and pushed Zhou Yu away.
Taken by surprise, Zhou Yu stumbled back a step.
His expression darkened, considering the girl might be pretty, but that didn’t warrant such rudeness without reason.
He was about to erupt in anger when the middle-aged man beside him reprimanded.
“Momo, speak politely, don’t be violent!”
Momo replied irritably:
“I’m trying to save him.
Clearly, Song Tian has been poisoned.
This man randomly touched the patient; what if he gets infected too?”
The middle-aged man looked helplessly and approached Zhou Yu, saying:
“Hello, I am Wu Yue, the captain of Martial Hall’s eighth unit.”
“Are you a member of Song Tian’s family?”