Yu Lan lifted her beautiful eyes and saw Nan Yu’s youthful and beautiful appearance, her tone filled with skepticism.
"Dean Li, are you joking?"
She looked Nan Yu up and down, constantly shaking her head with disdain in her words.
"Dean Li, if you don’t want to save my mother, just say so. There’s no need to be so reckless and just bring someone to fool me."
"With her age, she probably hasn’t even treated a single patient!"
By the end, her tone contained a trace of anger.
Li Chongbai hurriedly explained, "Yu Lan, don’t be fooled by her youth, but she has already treated countless people, with abundant experience and even superior medical skills to mine. If you don’t trust her, do you also not trust my word?"
Yu Lan’s face was gaunt, yet her gaze was resolute, "Dean Li, I certainly trust you, but her, I cannot trust."
"I will not entrust my mother’s life to such an unknown person, who knows if she is deceiving you!"
Li Chongbai glanced at Li Qingjia on the bed, whose breathing was becoming ever weaker, looking as if her time was approaching.
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, his words earnest, "Yu Lan, I vouch for her. Should anything go wrong, I will take full responsibility. Please let her treat Qingjia."
Yu Lan clenched her teeth and refused to budge.
"No!"
Nan Yu saw that Li Qingjia’s face was turning dark, her lip color pale, a strong aura of death climbing between her brows, and her body began to tremble slightly.
Her heart tightened, and with a grave expression, she quickly stepped forward and took Li Qingjia’s pulse.
Seeing this, Yu Lan pointed at Nan Yu and shouted angrily, "How dare you, you quack, touch the elderly lady! Someone, take her away!"
Nan Yu shot a sharp glare at Yu Lan, the atmospheric pressure around her dropping to below zero, emitting a bone-chilling coldness.
"Mrs. Song, I am here to save lives and heal the sick, not to argue with you. If you want to earn a reputation for causing your mother-in-law’s death, you might as well throw me out."
"Or do you actually intend to deliberately not save the old lady and watch her die?"
Yu Lan stiffened, pointing at Nan Yu, wanting to scold her, but she choked up, only managing to stammer, "You, you, you..."
Nan Yu lowered her eyes, her expression serious, "I can cure the old lady’s illness. If I fail to save her, you may deal with my life as you see fit."
Li Chongbai also spoke out angrily, "Yu Lan, at this point, what are you still hesitating about? Do you really want to kill Qingjia?"
Yu Lan’s beautiful face twisted slightly, she bit her lower lip, a trace of grief and anger flashing in her eyes as she gritted her teeth, "Fine, I agree to let her treat, but if she fails, I want her to go down with the old lady!"
Nan Yu focused utterly on the dying Li Qingjia and spoke to Li Chongbai standing beside her.
"Uncle Li, the old lady’s illness has reached her heart and lungs, it’s very dangerous; I will try to administer acupuncture first."
Li Chongbai’s expression was grave, "Good, I’ll help you."
He stepped forward to assist Nan Yu with the needles.
Nan Yu pulled out the Silver Needle, first targeting several points on the top of the head with her eerie technique, swiftly inserting them there.
Then she pulled out new Silver Needles and placed several in Li Qingjia’s face.
Nan Yu pressed on her chest point using the same method, inserting the needles.
She then targeted the points on her arms and administered needles there as well.
It took less than ten minutes.
Nan Yu confidently and swiftly inserted the needles in all the necessary points.
Soon, Li Qingjia’s previously dark complexion began to fade and her breathing gradually stabilized.
Even though Li Chongbai had witnessed Nan Yu’s medical skills once before, seeing her now, he could not help but show a look of amazement.
"Xiao Yu, you saved Qingjia!"
He turned around only to see Nan Yu’s lips turning pale and large beads of sweat flowing continuously from her forehead, while her back had become soaked without him noticing.
He exclaimed, "Xiao Yu, are you alright?"
Nan Yu’s expression remained solemn, shaking her head, "I’m fine, but the elder Madame..."
Before she could finish, Yu Lan screamed loudly from beside them.
"The old lady is not breathing!"