Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 316: Third Sister and Second Brother

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: Third Sister and Second Brother

Upon hearing Song Yan’s words, everyone’s faces were filled with surprise.

"Xiao Yan, what are you planning to do?"

Song Qingshan urgently said, "Don’t do anything foolish; Qin Chuan is on the brink of death, but he has not died."

Xia Wanrong also hurriedly said, "Xiao Yan, your grandfather is right; Qin Chuan is not dead yet. I believe he will definitely survive."

Song Jie was also extremely anxious, sweating profusely. He understood his sister’s temperament very well, and since she had spoken in such a manner, she must be contemplating a lover’s suicide.

His face filled with urgency, he said, "Xiao Yan, what nonsense are you talking about? If anything happens to you, and when Qin Chuan pulls through, how is he supposed to live? Do you want him to live in the pain and guilt of losing you for the rest of his life?"

Luo Changsheng also spoke up, "Xiao Yan, you mustn’t do anything foolish. Qin Chuan, this silly lad, is not destined for a short life. It’s just that Old Man Dongfang and I don’t have the medical skills to save him, but that doesn’t mean no one else can."

Dongfang Yu also persuaded, "Yes, although we are called Divine Doctors, we are merely overpraised. Many surpass us in medical expertise, such as the four Saintly Hands of the National Medical Hall, any one of whom is better than us."

"Don’t be hasty. I know several of the Saintly Hands from the National Medical Hall. I’ll contact them right now, and if any one of the four Saintly Hands comes, they will be confident in curing Qin Chuan."

As he spoke, he had already taken out his phone and was dialing a number immediately.

Hope rekindled in Song Yan’s eyes. Could the four Saintly Hands of the National Medical Hall really cure Qin Chuan?

Tang Yue’er and Dongfang Yiren looked at Song Yan with complicated expressions on their faces. Like everyone else, they thought that Song Yan was planning to die for Qin Chuan.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yiren asked herself, could she do the same for Qin Chuan?

However, she quickly found her answer. She had developed feelings for Qin Chuan, but that was all. She still had her loving grandfather. She couldn’t sacrifice her life for Qin Chuan.

Tang Yue’er also asked herself the same question. She glanced at her grandfather with his head full of white hair, thinking of the enormous sacrifices he had made, running around for her sake for a full eight years.

She couldn’t bring herself to die for Qin Chuan now.

But if one day Tang Zhonghan were to pass away, she would not hesitate for a second to die for Qin Chuan.

All eyes in the room were nervously fixed on Song Yan, with no one daring to step forward, fearing that they would upset her.

Song Yan’s hand reached into her pocket, tightly clutching the talisman given to her by the Purple-robed Taoist. If Dongfang Yu’s contact attempt failed, she would stick the talisman on her forehead.

For love, she was reckless!

"Answer the phone, please answer the phone!"

Dongfang Yu urged the phone repeatedly, but to no avail, it remained unanswered.

He did not want to watch Song Yan commit lover’s suicide over Qin Chuan and hoped to get a Saintly Hand from the National Medical Hall to treat him.

"Don’t panic, I’ll try another Saintly Hand’s number."

Seeing no response from the other end, he said to Song Yan and then pressed another number.

"Dinglingling~"

To everyone’s surprise, as soon as Dongfang Yu dialed out, an old-fashioned ringtone sounded from the entrance to the mansion.

All reflexively looked towards the entrance and saw a greying elder holding a briefcase in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, the ringing coming from his phone.

With an authoritative voice, the elder said, "Hello! I am Sun Xiude from the National Medical Hall!"

Upon hearing his self-introduction on the phone, everyone’s faces lit up with fervor, while Dongfang Yu, still holding his phone, heard the same voice from both the handset and the entrance, and he was momentarily stunned.

"Say something!"

Seeing no reply from the other end, Sun Xiude furrowed his brows tightly, promptly hung up, and grumbled, "Must be another sales call. I’m just an old man, and yet I’m constantly bombarded with phone services sales pitches. Is that appropriate?"

After he finished speaking, he noticed everyone in the house staring at him with fevered looks.

Taken aback, the stern expression on his face vanished, replaced by a cautious smile, and he asked the crowd, "Excuse me, is this the Song Family’s residence?"

"It is, I am Song Qingshan, the Family Head of the Song Family!"

Song Qingshan’s face was full of excitement, his speech trembling as he spoke, "You, are you the Sun Xiude, the ’Sun Shengshou’ from National Medical Hall, one of the Four Great Saintly Hands?"

Upon hearing Song Qingshan’s name, Sun Xiude’s face lit up with joy. He quickly stepped forward, extending one hand toward Song Qingshan with a beaming smile, saying, "So you are Patriarch Song, I am indeed Sun Xiude, I’ve heard much about you!"

"Uh..."

Song Qingshan was somewhat dumbfounded by Sun Xiude’s enthusiasm. Was this old guy really Sun Shengshou, one of the Four Great Saintly Hands from National Medical Hall?

Why did something feel off?

He looked toward Luo Changsheng and Dongfang Yu, standing beside him, seeking help with his eyes, asking if this was really Sun Shengshou.

However, Luo Changsheng did not look at him, only watching Sun Xiude with an indifferent gaze.

Not just him, his wife, Sun Xiuyun, was also staring coldly at Sun Xiude.

On the other hand, Dongfang Yu, with a face full of excitement, stepped forward quickly, saying, "Sun Shengshou, your timing is perfect, we have a patient here with a complex condition, please have a look at him quickly!"

Sun Xiude humphed, appearing quite displeased by Dongfang Yu’s interruption. He coldly said, "The patient you mentioned can wait, I need to find someone first."

"Find someone?"

Everyone was baffled. Sun Shengshou, one of the Four Great Saintly Hands from National Medical Hall, came to the Song Family to find someone?

Sun Xiude declared, "That’s right, I’m here to find someone!"

Song Qingshan carefully asked, "May I know, Sun Shengshou, who is it that you are looking for?"

Sun Xiude said with pride, "I’m here to find my teacher!"

"What? Your teacher?"

Everyone seemed shocked by the news.

In their eyes, the Four Great Saintly Hands from National Medical Hall were already divine doctors with miraculous healing abilities.

What level then would Sun Xiude’s teacher be?

But why had he come to the Song Family to look for his teacher?

"Sun Shengshou, it’s not a problem to look for your teacher, but we’re hoping you can help treat a patient with a complex condition, he’s barely hanging on."

Song Qingshan said with a pleading expression.

"Please, Sun Shengshou, use your skills to treat him!"

"Please, Sun Shengshou, use your skills to treat him!"

...

For a moment, the room was filled with everyone’s pleas.

"Third Sister!"

Just then, Sun Xiude suddenly spotted a familiar face in the crowd, and his entire demeanor became excited.

To everyone’s surprise, the person Sun Xiude called ’Third Sister’ was actually Luo Changsheng’s wife, Sun Xiuyun.

Sun Xiude! Sun Xiuyun!

Putting together the two names, everyone immediately realized the connection.

Song Qingshan was astonished. No wonder he had noticed Sun Xiuyun looking coldly at Sun Xiude; it seemed there was some grudge between them.

However, Sun Xiude did not seem to bear any resentment towards Sun Xiuyun; on the contrary, he was very excited.

Sun Xiuyun let out a soft sigh, her indifferent eyes now carrying a hint of complexity as she stared at Sun Xiude and said, "If you can cure my son-in-law, I will acknowledge you as my second brother!"