“Father!”
Ye Qiu let out a startled cry.
Hearing the sound, Old Master Ye, sitting in the front row, hurriedly turned around. When he saw Ye Wushuang’s head full of white hair, he was terrified and said, “Wushuang, what’s wrong with you?”
Ye Wushuang smiled, “I’m fine, pfft…”
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
“Father!”
Ye Qiu quickly pressed a palm on Ye Wushuang’s shoulder, channeling a wisp of innate true qi into his body.
However, Ye Wushuang’s condition did not improve; the blood at the corner of his mouth flowed even more.
“Wuwei, stop the car,” Old Master Ye ordered.
“Don’t stop,” Ye Wushuang said firmly, “Go home.”
Ye Wuwei had no choice but to floor the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow.
“Qiu’er, I…” Before Ye Wushuang could finish, he fell into a coma.
Ye Qiu quickly grasped Ye Wushuang’s pulse. Upon checking it, his heart sank to the bottom.
“Ye Qiu, how is Wushuang?” Old Master Ye asked.
Ye Qiu replied, “Father’s internal injuries are severe, with blood clots in his organs, multiple damaged meridians, and…”
“And what?” Old Master Ye pressed.
“And, Father’s vitality is rapidly fading, he might…”
Ye Qiu’s voice choked, unable to continue.
Old Master Ye understood the meaning behind Ye Qiu’s words and immediately took out his phone, saying, “I’ll call the medical experts from the Health Bureau to treat Wushuang.”
“No need to call them. If even I can’t heal Father, they won’t be able to do anything either.”
As Ye Qiu spoke, he took out a needle case, pulled out a seven-inch golden needle, and inserted it into the Baihui acupoint on Ye Wushuang’s head.
With a flick of his fingers, the needle vibrated rapidly, emitting a humming sound.
Ye Qiu’s other hand held Ye Wushuang’s pulse, channeling innate true qi into his body to treat the internal injuries.
After a while, Old Master Ye asked again, “Ye Qiu, how is it?”
“The internal injuries have improved slightly, and some meridians have been repaired, but it’s no use,” Ye Qiu said. “Father likely suffered a backlash injury.”
“Backlash?” Old Master Ye was stunned. “Wushuang was fine, how could he suffer a backlash?”
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s because Father used that self-created sword technique during his fight with the Guardian,” Ye Qiu said. “That sword technique is extremely powerful, allowing Father to kill a King-level expert across realms.”
“Though the Guardian is dead, Father also suffered a backlash.”
“In fact, the moment the Guardian died, Father probably couldn’t hold on any longer, but he endured until now with sheer willpower.”
Ye Qiu’s voice choked again as he spoke.
He then took out two more golden needles and inserted them into the Taiyang acupoints on both sides of Ye Wushuang’s forehead.
With a flick of his fingers, the needles vibrated with a humming sound.
Ye Qiu checked Ye Wushuang’s pulse again and found that his life force was still fading, with no improvement.
Without hesitation, Ye Qiu took out seven more golden needles and inserted them around Ye Wushuang’s heart.
In the car behind, Ye Wudi noticed the sudden acceleration of the red flag car in front, sensing something unusual. He sped up and soon caught up, the two cars driving side by side.
Ye Wudi rolled down his window and shouted, “Second Brother, why did you suddenly speed up?”
“Wushuang is seriously injured,” Ye Wuwei said gravely.
What?
Ye Wudi’s face changed drastically.
At that moment, Master Longbrow poked his head out from the back window and asked, “Little rascal, how’s your father?”
Ye Qiu suddenly remembered that Master Longbrow had also suffered a backlash injury before and hurriedly asked, “My father has a severe backlash injury, old man, do you have any solutions?”
“A backlash injury can’t be cured, it depends on fate…”
Halfway through, Master Longbrow suddenly recalled something and asked, “Little rascal, where’s that top-grade white jade coffin?”
“If your treatment doesn’t work, you can put Wushuang in that coffin.”
“That coffin can sustain his life for a bit longer.”
Ye Qiu asked, “Where’s the War God?”
“The War God is in the car behind, saying he needs to return to the Underworld Palace first,” Ye Wudi replied.
“Grandfather, call the War God immediately, tell him we’re not going back to the Ye family, we’re heading straight to the Underworld Palace,” Ye Qiu said.
Old Master Ye hurriedly called the War God.
Ye Wuwei immediately changed direction, heading straight for the Underworld Palace base.
On the way, Ye Qiu didn’t stop for a moment, using various acupuncture techniques to treat Ye Wushuang, but the results were poor.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the Underworld Palace base.
Tang Fei and Long Ye were already waiting, along with Ye Dabao and his mother.
They had been prepared to leave the capital at any moment, but the situation changed when the people from the Forbidden City died. After receiving the War God’s call, Tang Fei had arranged everything as instructed.
“Ye Qiu, follow me quickly.”
Tang Fei led Ye Qiu straight to a secret chamber in the Underworld Palace.
Inside the chamber, besides the top-grade white jade coffin, various medical supplies were prepared.
“Everyone else, leave. Grandfather, old man, you stay.”
The others immediately complied.
Ye Qiu then asked Master Longbrow, “Old man, are you sure the top-grade white jade coffin can sustain my father’s life?”
“I’m sure,” Master Longbrow said. “This white jade coffin is made of extraordinary warm jade, it can definitely sustain Wushuang’s life for a while.”
“How long can it last?” Ye Qiu asked.
Master Longbrow pondered for a moment and said, “A backlash injury is unlike ordinary injuries. Given Wushuang’s condition, it can probably last three days.”
“Alright, I understand.”
Ye Qiu placed Ye Wushuang on a simple camp bed, then removed his white shirt and began treatment.
He first used Maoshan talismans to quickly heal Ye Wushuang’s external injuries.
Then, he fully repaired Ye Wushuang’s damaged meridians and cleared the blood clots in his organs.
After doing all this, Ye Qiu didn’t stop.
He took out golden needles, disinfected them quickly, and performed over a dozen acupuncture techniques in one go.
Soon, Ye Wushuang’s body was covered with golden needles, resembling a porcupine.
Half an hour passed.
Old Master Ye couldn’t help but ask, “Ye Qiu, how is Wushuang?”
“It’s not optimistic,” Ye Qiu said honestly. “Father’s backlash injury is more severe than the one the old man suffered last time, and his vitality is still fading.”
“Even with my medical skills, I can’t cure it.”
“Now, we can only hope the top-grade white jade coffin can sustain Father’s life.”
Ye Qiu finished speaking, lifted the barely conscious Ye Wushuang, and placed him in the coffin.
He kept holding Ye Wushuang’s pulse, unsure if the top-grade white jade coffin would work.
After a while, Ye Qiu noticed that Ye Wushuang’s vitality was still fading rapidly, with no sign of stopping.
“No good, the top-grade white jade coffin isn’t working!”
