Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 354 Saving Zhou Heyuan [2 updates]

Chapter 354: 354 Saving Zhou Heyuan [2 updates]

She had kept this secret hidden until now, only revealing it to Madam Sheng.

Yet during this time, she felt persistently uneasy, as if the secret might be exposed at any moment.

Now, her situation had deteriorated to the point where, apart from Zhou Hechen still harboring feelings for her, even those well-connected ladies who had once been friendly with her had all abandoned her.

This realization struck Sheng Yunyi—it meant that without the support of the Sheng Family, all her years of effort amounted to nothing.

The failed alliance between the Kang Family and the Zhou Family, however, filled her with joy—she saw another chance.

"Hechen, do you remember that I was terribly ill at the age of twelve? I don’t remember much from my childhood," Sheng Yunyi said, suppressing the anxiety in her heart, "I don’t want to forget our wonderful memories. Could you tell me again what happened back then?"

Zhou Hechen nodded, "Back then, I was kidnapped in South City, and you were taken as well. But you were incredibly smart, leading us to escape, and then..."

Sheng Yunyi listened with a smile, but her heart sank deeper and deeper.

If she wanted to firmly claim the identity of the life-saving benefactor, she would need to silence the true savior.

And only the dead could not speak.

At this moment, the thoughts of Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi coincided, though the target of their deadly intentions differed.

Although Madam Sheng had already been sent to prison, she had left behind some connections for her.

She had to find Zhou Hechen’s real lifesaver and then snuff them out.

Sheng Yunyi’s eyelashes drooped, her pupils shimmering with a cold chill.

**

After the reopening of the Phoenix Origin Pagoda, the number of tourists had increased, and many inquired when the newly found treasure of Emperor Ning Taizu would be displayed publicly.

"Xiao Wan played a clever trick of misdirection," Yan Tingfeng said with a faint smile, "Now, no one is making the connection to the ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’."

Ye Wanlan nodded, "With this diversion, the research institute and the Archaeological Center will progress more smoothly."

"Mm," Yan Tingfeng slightly lifted his chin, "If we can actualize the techniques described in the ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’, we won’t need to import the new inventions from the Global Center anymore."

After all, one of the foundational reasons for the establishment of the Global Center was the possession of an erroneous copy of the ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’.

Now that the complete and unadulterated version had surfaced, all that was required was sufficient time to study it, and everything would be possible.

"I’m heading back to Jiangcheng," Ye Wanlan stood up, "Care to join me?"

Yan Tingfeng blinked lightly, "Of course, it would be an honor."

That evening, they took a private jet back to Jiangcheng.

Today was Saturday, and the Lin Family Old House was hosting a family banquet.

Ye Wanlan had informed Lin Huaijin in advance that she would bring Yan Tingfeng with her.

After several encounters, Lin Huaijin had come to view Yan Tingfeng as a very good child: respectful, polite, and caring.

"Xiao Yan, please have a seat. Just think of this as your own home," Lin Huaijin welcomed warmly, "Ah Lan is working hard on location. It’s difficult for you to look after her daily needs, and I worry she doesn’t eat properly, with work always on her mind."

In front of the People of Lin Family, Yan Tingfeng reined in his temperament and was quite submissive, "Uncle, rest assured, I won’t let Xiao Wan go hungry. I’m planning to learn a few more recipes soon and give them a try."

"Good, very good," Lin Huaijin listened and couldn’t be more pleased, "If Ah Lan gets too busy, I’ll feel more at ease with you taking care of her, even if just through a video call."

Khor Peiqing shook her head and sighed softly.

At over forty years of age, how could Lin Huaijin still be as naively earnest as ever?

But indeed, that was what attracted her to him in the first place.

Lin Wenli glanced at Yan Tingfeng with some suspicion then whispered to his mother, "Don’t you think dad’s a bit too trusting of him?"

"It’s not that your father has a high opinion of Mr. Yan—it’s that he has a high opinion of Ah Lan," Khor Peiqing chuckled, "As long as someone is good to Ah Lan, he believes they are a good person."

Lin Wenli: "..."

Put nicely, his father was naive.

Less charitably, his father was gullible.

"Ah Lan is back," announced Lin Weilan as she descended from upstairs, coughing lightly. She managed a faint smile, "These past few days, the medicine you sent has been helping a lot, I’m feeling much better. Come on, let’s eat."

The dinner table was filled with happy chatter, and Lin Woyu’s legs had long since healed.

After the meal, Lin Weilan felt sleepy and excused herself to rest upstairs.

But suddenly, her body seized up.

With a gasp, she uncontrollably coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

This shocked everyone in the dining room.

"Mom!"

"Grandma!"

"Nana!" Ye Wanlan’s expression changed drastically. She quickly sealed several of Lin Weilan’s acupoints.

Then she swiftly inserted three silver needles into various points.

Lin Weilan struggled to open her eyes, wanting to say something, but her eyelids drooped, and she fell unconscious.

"Mom!" Lin Huaijin swiftly caught Lin Weilan and laid her on the bed in her room.

But he, not understanding medicine, could only look helplessly at Ye Wanlan, "Ah Lan, your grandmother, she..."

Ye Wanlan didn’t answer but took out a golden needle and continued her acupuncture.

Time ticked by, and the tension in the air grew heavier until Ye Wanlan removed all the needles.

She slowly exhaled, "She’s stable for now, but..."

But Ye Wanlan had never seen a condition like Lin Weilan’s before.

There was no apparent cause, yet Lin Weilan’s health continued to deteriorate.

"Cousin, remember I told you Grandma has been feeling worse and worse recently." Lin Qin wiped her tears quietly, "But her vitality and spirit are good, the hospital couldn’t find anything wrong..."

Ye Wanlan’s gaze deepened as she felt Lin Weilan’s pulse.

The pulse was steady, still offering no clue to any ailment.

"This illness of mom’s stems from an affliction contracted over forty years ago when she left the Lin Family," Lin Woyu murmured, "She left alone, just after my older brother was born, facing many skilled opponents from the Lin Family. That’s why she ended up like this."

"That’s not it," Ye Wanlan said firmly, "If it were just the Heavenly Music Method, there’s no way we wouldn’t find the cause. Grandma has suffered other severe injuries, from a form of combat not native to Shenzhou."

Otherwise, she would have been able to heal her.

Something else must have happened over forty years ago.

What could it be?

"Let grandma rest for now," Ye Wanlan stood up, "Aunt, please make sure grandma takes her medication."

Lin Woyu nodded in agreement, "You can count on that, Ah Lan."

They all had a bad premonition though; they feared that no matter how effective the medicine, it might be too late for Lin Huaijin.

Ye Wanlan exited the bedroom and gently closed the door.

Right on time, Yan Tingfeng handed her a cup of tea, asking softly, "Is your grandmother’s condition still that bad?"

"Yes, it’s very bad," Ye Wanlan rubbed her temples, "As a doctor, what I can’t understand is how the body can still decline when all its parts are functioning normally."

Every effect has a cause; without diagnosing the illness, how can it be treated?

But Lin Weilan was one of the dearest people in her life, and she would never give up on her.

**

The following afternoon, at Jiangcheng First Hospital.

Patriarch Zhou and Madam Zhou had been waiting for quite a while until Zhou Zhiyun arrived with Ye Wanlan, which finally put them at ease.

Now in the entire Zhou Family, only Zhou Hechen was unaware that the divine doctor called in was actually Ye Wanlan.

"Miss Ye, thank you for your troubles coming all this way," Patriarch Zhou also bowed slightly, "But my son’s illness... alas, after three years in a coma, we’re out of options."

"It’s only been three years," said Ye Wanlan nonchalantly.

Even after thirty years, the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique could bring someone back to life.

Patriarch Zhou’s expression brightened, taking her words as reassurance: "If Miss Ye can wake my son, we are prepared to offer anything in return!"

Ye Wanlan changed into sterile operating attire and put on a mask, "No one is to enter until I come out, regardless of any alarms going off; if something happens, the patient’s death is not my concern."

"Understood," Madam Zhou’s heart raced, "We won’t let anyone in."

With a nod, Ye Wanlan then entered the operating room.

Zhou Hechen hurriedly arrived but only managed to see her retreating figure.

He was taken aback.

He had expected a septuagenarian, but it turned out to be a young girl?

"Hechen?" Patriarch Zhou frowned, "Didn’t you go to Liucheng?"

"Dad, Mom, you didn’t even check who she was before letting her treat big brother?" Zhou Hechen spoke up, "Aren’t we just joking with big brother’s life?"

Madam Zhou pursed her lips, remaining silent.

"Your brother has been in a coma for so long, it’s like clutching at straws," said Patriarch Zhou vaguely, "We’ll know soon enough if it’ll work or not. Since you’re here, let’s wait together."

A glint of cold light flickered through Zhou Hechen’s eyes as he sat down next to Zhou Zhiyun.

He stared intently at the operating room, palms sweating slightly.

For every member of the Zhou Family, time seemed to crawl interminably.

Suddenly—

"Beep beep beep!"

The sound of an urgent alarm blared, Patriarch Zhou instinctively stood up but then remembered Ye Wanlan’s earlier words and forced himself to sit back down.

"Dad!" Zhou Hechen called out firmly, "There’s a complication with the surgery; we must stop it!"

"Sit down!" Madam Zhou barked.

Her heart was filled with anxiety, but she remembered Ye Wanlan’s pre-operation instructions and resigned to wait anxiously.

Ten minutes passed, and the doors of the operating theater swung open.

Zhou Hechen looked up eagerly.