"I suggest you let go imdiately."
"What if I don't?!" Mo Yunsheng roared helplessly.
Lin Fan's unflinching and fearless deanor made him furious and agitated, his rage burning with intensity!
Clearly, his life was in Mo Yunsheng's hands, so how could he show such an expression?!
Lin Fan was right in his grasp, just a slight movent of his fingers could crush the fragile neck. Even Clan Leader Mo Chen wouldn't be able to react in ti to stop it.
The temptation was imnse!
Mo Yunsheng's Adam's apple moved as he stared fixedly, itching to act.
Thump!
Thump thump thump!
That was the sound of a heartbeat!
One beat, three beats... intense activity.
His heart fluttered.
He only needed to reach out to kill Lin Fan.
Mo Yunsheng's pupils contracted violently, revealing a hint of murderous intent.
The hand clutching Lin Fan's collar tightened into a fist, turning pale and trembling.
Of course, Lin Fan also sensed Mo Yunsheng's change, but he predicted Mo Yunsheng wouldn't dare act.
"Cousin... what are you doing? Let go quickly." Mo Ningxiang said anxiously, her palms sweaty with nervousness.
It was unclear whether Mo Yunsheng pretended not to hear or did not actually hear her.
He remained motionless.
His pupils gradually dilated, the blackness increasing.
Mo Chen suddenly let out a low growl.
"Yunsheng, mind your manners!"
Even though he was inside the room, he was keeping a close watch on the situation outside.
Mo Yunsheng snapped back to reality, his pupils contracted, and the murderous intent faded away.
"Hmph! Defeated opponent. re ant not worthy of my hands. Sooner or later, soone will deal with you, don't celebrate too early!"
He shoved Lin Fan aside, looking displeased.
Uncle Mo Chen had protected Lin Fan multiple tis, making him quite unhappy; why protect an outsider?! Moreover, clearly, he was the victim, his fiancée had beco soone else's, the betrayal was sudden and unexpected. Didn't he even have the right to be angry? Yet he had to endure Lin Fan's attitude.
Why?! Mo Yunsheng couldn't figure it out, making him even angrier, piling all his resentnt on Lin Fan.
Thus, his glare towards Lin Fan beca more ferocious, murderous intent unhidden.
And Mo Chen did this just to leave a contingency.
Regarding Yi Tianqiu, he had no absolute certainty.
In the past decade, countless people had co under the banner of Divine Doctor or dical Saint, but none had managed to cure his wife's illness.
By this point, he could only hold the mindset of taking a long shot.
So since Lin Fan said he could try, why not?
Even if it didn't work, at worst, they could kill him.
Outside it was quiet again.
He turned his attention back to his wife.
His wife lay quietly, as if asleep, breathing steadily and calmly.
For ten years, he had placed people to carefully take care of her, changing clothes and cleaning her to keep her clean, fearing one day she'd wake up upset to find herself in a disheveled state.
But for ten whole years!
This vision was still unfulfilled.
"dical Saint Yi, how is it?" Mo Chen asked softly, his eyes filled with pain as he looked at his wife.
Yi Tianqiu remained silent, expressionless.
Mo Chen doubted, turned his head to look over.
Only to see Yi Tianqiu frowning deeply, his eyes profound, lips tightly shut, expression serious.
One hand was on the wife's wrist, the other hand raised beside him, seemingly calculating sothing.
Mo Chen's heart sank seeing this expression.
"dical Saint Yi, how is it?" he repeated softly, fearing to disturb him.
Yi Tianqiu remained silent, dead silence!
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
...
...
Fifty breaths.
...
No one knew how much ti passed.
Sweat the size of beans appeared on Yi Tianqiu's forehead, dripping down his brow and nose.
His expression still showed no relaxation, as if facing a great enemy.
"Huff... huff..."
Suddenly!
He took two deep breaths, removed his hand from the wife's wrist, his face pale, eyes vacant.
"dical Saint Yi?"
Mo Chen's heart plumted to the bottom, subrged in an icy lake, coldness penetrated the bones.
He had known, he shouldn't have held hope.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointnt.
"The Madam's condition, is unusual." dical Saint Yi wiped the sweat off his face, speaking nervously.
"I see." Mo Chen said coldly. "Is there a cure?"
"Hmm..."
Yi Tianqiu pondered for a mont.
"There is a way, but..."
Mo Chen had expected there to be a 'but', so he wasn't excited, his face remained calm.
"Please, do tell."
"It's just going to take ti, spiritual power, and resources. Clan Leader should know, elixirs are divided into nine grades, each grade a layer of heaven. The Madam's condition... the thod I thought of involves the Ninth Grade Elixir—Soul Condensing Pills."
"I've been giving her Soul Condensing Pills all along." Mo Chen was montarily stunned, was this Yi Tianqiu really from the Shennong Clan? Wasn't he aware of such an elixir?
"Although it's the sa elixir, the thod of administration may be different, and the effects naturally different. My prescription requires continuous administration for ten days, with one dose every hour, twenty-four doses a day, two hundred and forty doses over ten days, each dose requiring the top-grade Ninth Grade Soul Condensing Pill. Not even one missing dose!" Yi Tianqiu's eyes wandered, sweat once again appearing on his forehead.
He realized that just voicing these words required imnse courage, let alone the actual execution!
This thod was exceedingly risky!
Not only was it extrely dangerous for the patient, but the risk for the alchemist also increased exponentially.
The patient had to endure large dosages and intensive application, it was unpredictable whether the body could handle such a load. It required constant real-ti monitoring and adjustnts.
A single mont of distraction or loss of focus could lead to unimaginable consequences.
Therefore, for the administrator, the ntal strain was massive. Furthermore, each refining of the Ninth Grade Elixir demanded tens of millions of jin of resources!
Two hundred and forty tis, that would be...
A number as enormous as a mountain!
Mo Chen was flabbergasted, unable to believe his ears.
"You, you said..."
"That's right, currently it's the only thod worth trying. And I can't guarantee one hundred percent that the Madam will awaken... I can only say, there's a high probability."
"Is that the only way?"
"The only way."
Yi Tianqiu's eyes drifted aside, his throat moving slightly. In his heart, there was actually another answer, but he didn't voice it.
Receiving Yi Tianqiu's affirmative answer, Mo Chen said no more.
He gently stroked his wife's hair, every ti for ten years imagining that she could open her beautiful eyes and smile at him.
"Alright!"
Firm and resolute!
Decisive and unwavering!
"No matter the cost, we must try. I'll cooperate with you!"
Mo Chen stood, eyes burning with determination.
The two of them were about to announce the treatnt plan.
But Mo Chen keenly noticed Lin Fan was gone!
Also gone was Diwu Yun'er.
He frowned, intending to hear Lin Fan's opinion, but didn't expect the young man actually left.
"Where's Lin Fan?" Mo Chen asked, puzzled.
Mo Yunsheng, Mo Ningxiang, and Feng Qingshui were equally bewildered, glancing around.
"He was just here…" Mo Ningxiang said, dazedly.
"Hmph! I think he got scared and ran away! Uncle, I'll send people to catch him back!" Mo Yunsheng said while cracking his knuckles.
"Earlier he muttered sothing about... finding herbs?" Feng Qingshui murmured.
Mo Chen frowned, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it! If he's gone, so be it. The priority is treating the Madam."
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