Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 225 has no idea about Ye Wanlan’s trump card! [1 more update]

Chapter 225: 225 has no idea about Ye Wanlan’s trump card! [1 more update]

These days, he had been lying low without making a move, all in preparation for a foolproof plan.

Sheng Ronghua was very clear that even if he tripped up Sheng Huaiqian in the company, using tremendous effort, in the end, he could only manage to drive Sheng Huaiqian out of the company at most, but could not eliminate future troubles entirely.

Poisoning was indeed the simplest and fastest method.

What’s most important is that, with the current medical technology, it was impossible to remove all the toxins from the Patriarch Sheng’s body.

He also learned from Madam Sheng’s lesson and didn’t use his own identity to acquire the medicine.

In this way, even if someone suspected him, they wouldn’t be able to find any evidence to charge him.

With the death of Patriarch Sheng and the imprisonment of Sheng Huaiqian, along with Old Madam Sheng advanced in age and no longer strong enough...

The entire Sheng Corporation would become his world!

Sheng Ronghua stood by the bedside, quietly watching Patriarch Sheng.

The howling wind blew the curtains apart, and a flash of lightning streaked across the dark window outside, illuminating Sheng Ronghua’s face ghostly pale, like a demon from hell.

**

Early in the morning, Lin Huaijin, as usual, prepared breakfast for Lin Wenli and Ye Wanlan.

"I didn’t get to ask you yesterday, what was so urgent that kept you out so late?" Lin Huaijin placed the freshly fried dough sticks on a plate and couldn’t help but start nagging, "It’s not safe for a girl to walk alone outside too late, it’s easy to run into bad people. Especially someone as beautiful as you, there’s always someone with evil intentions, ah, I’m worried something will happen to you."

Ye Wanlan took a sip of soy milk, propped her chin with one hand, "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle."

Lin Huaijin: "???"

What had he complimented?

"But Uncle, you can rest assured," Ye Wanlan said, "If I and a bad person are outside at night, then it’s probably the bad person who should worry about his life."

Lin Wenli also added expressionlessly, "Dad, I testify that the only one who would get hurt is the bad person."

Lin Huaijin: "..."

"Uncle, I know you’re worried about me; I understand that," Ye Wanlan said with a faint smile, "Thank you for the breakfast, Uncle. I’m off to school."

Lin Huaijin, feeling flattered, quickly forgot what he had previously said, "Ah Lan, be careful on the road, come back early today."

Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School was farther away than Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, requiring a fifty-minute subway ride to reach.

After sending Ye Wanlan out the door, Lin Huaijin turned back, "I heard the citywide joint exam results are out, how did you do?"

"Chinese was a bit off, scored 135," said Lin Wenli, "Almost perfect scores on everything else, total score 732."

Lin Huaijin nodded, "Your sister scored 746, and she studies history. You should learn from her and catch up as soon as possible."

Lin Wenli slowly raised his head, "?"

Even as the proclaimed ’Scholar God’ by classmates, he was still mere mortal.

But his cousin, she was a one-of-a-kind freak.

**

Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School.

When Ye Wanlan stepped into the classroom, there were still five minutes before morning reading began, and most of the students had already arrived.

"Ah Lan, have you heard?" Su Xueqing habitually handed her a small bag of snacks, voice lowered, "There’s been a change of power in the Sheng family. The young master of the Sheng family poisoned Patriarch Sheng. Patriarch Sheng is hanging between life and death, and the young master has been taken into custody."

The incident had only unfolded over the course of a single night, yet it had already spread throughout Jiangcheng.

The other four major families made no move, clearly unwilling to muddy the waters with the Sheng family at this time.

The Sheng family’s internal struggle had nothing to do with them; it was just a matter of who would win or lose.

But to the discerning eye, it was obvious that this was a setup.

"Hmm, I know," Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "I had the fortune to pay a visit to the police station last night as one of the parties involved."

"You?" Su Xueqing was taken aback, "How does this involve you?"

Ye Wanlan briefly described the situation, "I’m fine, but Sheng Huaiqian is still being interrogated."

"This Sheng Ronghua is quite ruthless," Su Xueqing frowned, "But the poison that leaves a person in a vegetative state, I seem to have come across a few in medical texts."

The right remedy must be applied to the problem for it to be cured.

Otherwise, even if the physical symptoms seem identical, using the wrong medicine could have the opposite effect.

"Hmm, if I calculated it correctly, there should be seventeen herbs in total that can be used individually to poison someone and leave them in a vegetative state," Ye Wanlan said, "Among them, four herbs cause hypoxia and hypo-perfusion to the brain, and the other thirteen directly infect the central nervous system."

Su Xueqing’s expression was shaken, "Ah Lan, you..."

Ye Wanlan, noticing her confusion, explained, "Most books, once I’ve read them, I can remember by sight."

Su Xueqing didn’t press further.

As the successor to Taiyi Palace, Su Family had tens of thousands of volumes of medical texts, but she was certain that some of the things Ye Wanlan mentioned weren’t even found in the Su Family’s Scripture Pavilion.

If it were the Taiyi Palace at its peak, naturally they would have everything covered, but the Taiyi Palace had been destroyed in a great war three hundred years ago, and much of its collection was lost.

However, the Su Family had managed to survive to the present day relying on the little remaining books and secret scrolls.

The medical means at their disposal could certainly compete with the most advanced modern medical techniques of the day and even resolve many difficult and complex diseases that were deemed incurable.

Su Xueqing, who grew up in the Su Family, also couldn’t imagine just how prosperous the Six Great Sects were during their heyday.

"So the poison in Patriarch Sheng must be incurable," Su Xueqing quickly concluded the truth, "otherwise he wouldn’t have taken such rash action."

Ye Wanlan gave a slight nod, "None of that matters, I will wake Patriarch Sheng up and have him testify for Sheng Huaiqian."

After school at noon, having finished lunch, Ye Wanlan went to the psychological counseling room.

"Student Ye is here," Rong Yu was very happy, "Take a seat, take a seat. Tingfeng just brewed some new tea, let’s try it together."

Yan Tingfeng poured a cup of tea, also raised his head and waved her over with a smile, "Xiao Wan, come."

Ye Wanlan stepped forward, took a sip of the tea, and sighed softly, "Good tea."

The ancient method of tea-making was also one of Shenzhou’s intangible cultural heritages that should not be lost.

"Wait a minute, what did you just call Student Ye?" Rong Yu suddenly snapped back to his senses, his face aghast, "What have you two been up to behind my back? How can you address Student Ye so casually? Aren’t you always courteous, addressing her as Miss Ye?"

Yan Tingfeng did not speak.

A gentleman?

Since when had he been a paragon of virtue?

"It’s just a form of address," Ye Wanlan drank her tea while enjoying the view outside the window, "If you want to call me that, you may."

"Really?" Rong Yu was ecstatic, "I truly—"

Yan Tingfeng’s slender fingers were caressing a thermos cup and he remained silent, just gave a faint glance.

Rong Yu’s words came to an abrupt halt, feeling as if his entire being was in a world of ice and snow, with all his hairs standing on end.

"As a psychology teacher, how could I refer to a student like that?" Rong Yu swallowed hard and asserted firmly, "Student Ye suits me better, don’t you think, Student Ye?"

Just kidding, he felt that if he were to utter the name "Xiao Wan," his head would roll the next second.

Ye Wanlan remained indifferent, "Either is fine."

Rong Yu sweated for himself internally and didn’t dare to make any careless move, concentrating on playing with the sand table.

Yan Tingfeng lifted the small teapot again and smiled faintly, "Just finished lunch, how about another cup to cut through the greasiness?"

"Thank you," Ye Wanlan also passed her teacup over.

Their fingertips touched for an instant.

Cold and heat collided, as if an electric current surged for a moment.

Yan Tingfeng’s hand paused for a moment, his expression unchanged as he finished pouring the tea, "With regard to the Sheng Family’s affairs, how do you plan to handle it, Xiao Wan?"

"Quite simply, since Sheng Ronghua is convinced that Patriarch Sheng will not wake up, then let’s wake him up," Ye Wanlan said lightly, "I will have the Fang Family intervene so I can enter the ward and treat Patriarch Sheng."

"These wealthy families of Jiangcheng, one moment they poison someone, the next they stage a car accident," Rong Yu idly commented, "Even though the families in Yunjing are merciless when they are ruthless, they at least don’t stoop to such petty and juvenile tactics."

"How do they do it with finesse?" Ye Wanlan turned her head, "Does that include switching restorative medicine with poison during critical treatment?"

"Uh..." Rong Yu stuttered, "Well, actually, that’s quite petty and juvenile too."

"Petty and juvenile, but the profits can be maximized," Ye Wanlan commented noncommittally, "The returns are far greater than the investment, which is why they all do it."

Rong Yu scratched his head, "It’s a good thing my family doesn’t have such issues; I just get to enjoy the good life."

He’d leave the rest up to his dad and his older brother!

**

That evening at Jiangcheng First Hospital.

Using the excuse of inviting a doctor from the Global Center to treat Patriarch Sheng, the Fang Family successfully gained Ye Wanlan access into Patriarch Sheng’s hospital room.

Since Sheng Ronghua could not refuse the Fang Family either, doing so would have led to criticism.

But he was at ease because he knew that no one could save Patriarch Sheng.

If Fang Family failed to awaken him and instead further worsened his condition, it would give Sheng Ronghua another chance to bring down the Fang Family.

No matter what, he wouldn’t lose.

Therefore, Sheng Ronghua simply had several trusted aides keep a close watch on the Fang Family members while he himself went off to enjoy his carefree life, awaiting the news of Sheng Huaiqian’s definitive arrest.

Fang Qingli asked in a low voice, "Sister Lan, doesn’t Patriarch Sheng’s condition seem very similar to that of Zhou Heyuan?"

"They’re not the same; it isn’t due to external injuries like a car accident, but severe brain damage caused by poisoning," Ye Wanlan stated calmly, "Sheng Ronghua has been quite ruthless; once this poison enters the system, the damage it causes is completely irreversible."

"Irreversible?" Fang Qingli’s expression changed, she blurted out, "No wonder Sheng Ronghua acted so decisively, because he’s not afraid of the truth being exposed."

Three days had passed, and Sheng Huaiqian still found himself unable to prove his innocence, lacking an alibi and facing numerous witness accusations.

Sheng Ronghua, however, was enjoying his triumph because he knew that Patriarch Sheng would not wake up.

Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "Irreversible as per the current practice of Western and Chinese medicine."

But this doesn’t include Taiyi Divine Doctor or Taoist physician.