Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 378: She Seems to Have Forgotten Something

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: She Seems to Have Forgotten Something

Ji Ling felt favored and startled, suppressing her emotions to remain calm, "Thank you, Aunt Jiang."

"Aunt, this is a gift for you. Although the Xiao and Ji families have dissolved their engagement, our relationship remains intact, and we shouldn’t let this create a gap between us." Ji Ling placed the gift box on the table, and Housekeeper Xiao stepped forward to receive it.

Jiang Qiong’s lips curved, her smile meaningful, "Of course, the relationship between our families has always been there."

"Madam, the young master has returned." Housekeeper Xiao whispered in Jiang Qiong’s ear, hurriedly putting things away as he rushed over, just encountering the newly arrived Xiao Chen. He had initially come over to find the lady but turned around upon hearing Miss Ji Ling was here.

Jiang Qiong’s hand paused as she held her cup, looking at him in surprise, Housekeeper Xiao shook his head, "He came back alone."

Jiang Qiong indifferently put down her cup, saying to Ji Ling, "I have other matters to attend to, I will visit Elder Ji on another day."

Ji Ling’s mind sharpened, her hands hidden under the table gradually tightening. Was it him who had returned?

Her visit was primarily to try her luck and see if she could meet Xiao Chen; she couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

Xiao Yisha rose to her feet, smiling, "Aunt, you go handle your affairs first. Today I invited Ai Ling over to play, planning to have her stay for dinner before going back."

Jiang Qiong gracefully stood up, nodding slightly, "That works."

Watching Jiang Qiong leave, Ji Ling thought about following her, but Xiao Yisha caught her action, her lips curving, "Want to see my elder brother? I’ll help you."

Ji Ling’s eyes brightened, "Really?"

Xiao Yisha nodded, "Really. I’d rather have you as my sister-in-law than Yun Yue. Do you want to hear my plan?"

Ji Ling pressed her lips together, Xiao Yisha leaned close and whispered her plan in her ear.

After hearing it, Ji Ling stared at her incredulously, her heart feeling uneasy, scared, and somewhat hopeful.

"Trust me, this will work." Xiao Yisha gave her an assured look.

In a couple of months, it would be Elder Ji’s seventieth grand birthday, and all the major families would surely attend. That would be the best time to act.

Ji Ling clenched her fists, her heart pounding, she bit down on her teeth, deciding resolutely, "Alright, we’ll do as you said."

Xiao Yisha’s lips curved, anyone could be her sister-in-law, just not Yun Yue.

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As Jiang Qiong walked into the living room, she saw the intimidating figure on the sofa, frowning, seemingly lost in thought.

Feeling someone enter, Xiao Chen turned his head, his eyes dark and deep, his thin lips slightly parting, "Did you send him to the Medical Organization’s base for research?"

Jiang Qiong elegantly walked over, sitting opposite him, their eyes meeting as she calmly nodded, "Yes, Elder Fei healed a comatose patient recently, which became known in the medical circles. I couldn’t miss this opportunity."

She had waited four years and didn’t want to wait any longer.

She had seen the condition of that coma patient whose unconscious period was even longer than Brother Chang. If he could wake up, Brother Chang surely could too.

"You need to understand, that’s experimentation, not treatment."

Facing her adamant attitude, Xiao Chen felt incredulous. Patients pushed into the Medical Organization were those who had no other options and were used for clinical trials.

There were only two possible outcomes: either death or survival.

"How does it matter? Living now or being dead, there’s no difference." Jiang Qiong self-mockingly sighed. Four years had passed, all medicines had been tried, and he still hadn’t awakened; it might be worth taking the risk.

Xiao Chen pressed his lips together tightly. He had been in contact with Ghost Doctor, but he had consistently refused, even going so far as to agree to treat the Paluo family but not under the terms that would treat his father.

Jiang Qiong saw that he wasn’t talking and opened her mouth again, "Don’t worry, I asked Elder Fei, and he’s sixty percent sure he can cure it."

At that time, her illness didn’t even have a twenty percent chance of being cured, and yet isn’t she living just fine now? This is a sixty percent probability.

It definitely can be done!

Xiao Chen’s eyes were deep, and he rose to brush off the banquet from his clothes, speaking in a deep voice, "Alright, tell me whatever medicines are missing."

Jiang Qiong knew about the medicinal garden he had started four years ago, which contains all sorts of rare herbs, "Alright, I’ll look for you then."

After picking up some things in his room, Xiao Chen headed to Shengting.

In the following period, Yun Yue was almost always at the Painting Association studying and would sneak to the Medical Organization’s base every three days.

These days, Qin Shanglin and Xiao Yisha were constantly watching Yun Yue administer acupuncture to the patients.

On the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but the data from the instruments didn’t lie— the patients’ blood flow and metabolic rate had clearly increased significantly.

Fei Canqing saw her remove the last needle and asked, "The medicine has been mostly flushed out, when do you plan to start the official treatment?"

"In about half a month, I’m quite busy during this period and don’t have time," Yun Yue replied with a bowed head, as she needed to prepare for the Painting Association’s assessment and had barely managed to take time off to come here.

Just to be safe, Fei Canqing asked again, "Alright, shall I arrange it, the original plan still?"

"Mm," Yun Yue’s eyes shadowed with a hint of fishiness; she had been sleeping poorly recently, having dreams every night about the past, and took out a pill from her bag to hand to him, "Tell me when you’ve figured out the composition of this medicine."

"Alright," Fei Canqing, cautious not to annoy her with further questions, took the medicine with a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

After leaving the base, Yun Yue called a car to return to the Painting Association. On the way, she closed her eyes for a quick rest. A figure flashed quickly through her mind, so swiftly she couldn’t grasp it.

She tried to remember hard, but her head began to ache vaguely, and she even felt nauseous, her eyes turning fishy red and her face pale.

She immediately took out a pill from her pocket and swallowed it, taking a deep breath to stabilize her emotions.

This sensation had occurred before, but this time it was even more intense; previously, it had only been headaches, but now she was starting to vomit, which indicated her condition was worsening.

What exactly had she forgotten?!

Back at the Painting Association, she dared not rest anymore, fearing she might dream again about something she both struggled yet didn’t want to catch.

Her instincts told her it must be an unpleasant memory.

People only choose to forget when they’re in extreme pain.

Holding her paintbrush, she took a deep breath and began to paint.

Jiang Wenshan walked in, seeing her noticeably paler face and the fishy red in her eyes, his gaze deepened—her state was truly concerning.

"Yun Yue, come here a moment."

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows, dropped her brush, and walked over lazily, sitting across from him, "What’s up?"

"It’s not me; it’s you," Jiang Wenshan’s brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with genuine concern, "Your current state is no longer suited for painting. Take three days off and return when you’re better."

Although he didn’t know what had happened, her state clearly indicated poor sleep.

Yun Yue casually crossed her legs, unconcerned, "I’m fine... Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Jiang Wenshan’s gaze darkened, his elder authority and anger eventually making her compromise.