Song Yun said to Zhao Yan, "You don’t need to worry about anything else, you just need to hold the Nine-colored Flower in your mouth and transfer it to Yu Xue’s mouth."
"Okay."
Zhao Yan nodded in agreent.
After explaining, Song Yun placed the glass bottle containing the Nine-colored Flower on the table and then opened it.
The mont the bottle was opened, a faint floral fragrance with a cool and refreshing aura wafted out from the glass bottle, making one feel invigorated.
"Wow, boss! What kind of flower is this? So magical?"
Zhao Yan’s eyes lit up, exclaiming in surprise.
Song Yun was about to explain when he suddenly noticed that the Nine-colored Flower in the glass bottle was starting to wither from the edges of its petals.
"How could this happen?"
His expression changed, and without ti to think, he grabbed the glass bottle and poured the Nine-colored Flower into Zhao Yan’s mouth.
The Nine-colored Flower requires the life force of a person to maintain its vitality once exposed to air, which is why it was kept in a vacuum-sealed glass bottle.
At this mont, with the bottle opened, the Nine-colored Flower began to wither rapidly upon contact with air. In his urgency, Song Yun originally intended for Zhao Yan to just hold the flower.
Unexpectedly, he moved too quickly and directly poured the entire flower into Zhao Yan’s mouth.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan frowned and murmured, "What should I do now?"
Originally, Zhao Yan was supposed to deliver the Nine-colored Flower to Song Yuxue’s mouth, but now, with the flower in Zhao Yan’s mouth, the plan was disrupted.
Song Yun thought, damn it, this ti you’ve really taken advantage of my sister. If you ever mistreat her, I’ll make sure to deal with you.
"The flower is in your mouth; you figure it out," Song Yun sighed and turned away.
Zhao Yan frowned, contemplating, now he could only bend down and transfer the flower mouth-to-mouth to Song Yuxue.
He acted imdiately, bending down, moving his mouth toward Song Yuxue’s mouth, getting closer.
Song Yuxue was in critical condition, her lips cold and even a bit stiff.
Zhao Yan pinched Song Yuxue’s chin, opening her mouth, and then pushed the Nine-colored Flower into her mouth.
During this ti, he inevitably touched Song Yuxue’s lips and tongue, causing Song Yun beside him to frown, thinking, are you kissing or saving soone?
Thankfully, the entire process was quick. After Zhao Yan transferred the Nine-colored Flower into Song Yuxue’s mouth, her throat naturally convulsed, swallowing the flower.
The previously pervasive refreshing sensation vanished, and Song Yuxue’s body visibly regained its natural color.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan forgot the earlier awkward mont of delivering the dicine and exclaid, "This Nine-colored Flower is an Immortal Elixir, it’s so powerful!?"
Not only Zhao Yan, but even Song Yun was shocked by the potency of the Nine-colored Flower.
Coming to his senses, Song Yun removed the silver needles previously inserted in Song Yuxue’s head and chest, placed his right hand on her abdon, and transferred True Qi to help dissolve the dicinal power.
This process was extrely arduous, lasting an hour, and only when he saw Song Yuxue’s vitality returning did Song Yun stop.
Thus, Song Yuxue finally escaped danger.
Even though the dicinal power of the Nine-colored Flower wasn’t fully dissolved, Song Yuxue would have to assimilate it herself.
Song Yun examined Song Yuxue’s body again; most functions had normalized, and the blocked and severed ridians were repaired.
Even the damaged internal organs miraculously began to heal.
In that mont, Song Yun couldn’t help but agree with Zhao Yan’s earlier words.
This Nine-colored Flower, even if not an Immortal Elixir, wasn’t far from it.
Song Yun helped cover Song Yuxue with a blanket and said to Zhao Yan, "Alright, let’s go out."
Zhao Yan was still in a daze. He looked at Song Yun, blinking, and said, "Boss, am I dreaming?"
With Song Yuxue recovering, Song Yun was in high spirits. He playfully pinched Zhao Yan’s cheek, making Zhao Yan cry out in pain.
He asked, "Does it hurt?"
Zhao Yan nodded, "It hurts."
"That’s right, you’re not dreaming."
Song Yun smiled and walked out of the hospital room.
As soon as he left the room, everyone gathered around, just like on TV, asking in a flurry, "Song Yun, how is Yu Xue?"
"Out of danger, she will gradually recover."
Hearing these words from Song Yun, the worried crowd breathed a sigh of relief, smiles of excitent spreading across their faces.
The won waiting nearby jumped up with joy, clearly showing their deep concern for Song Yuxue.
After the initial surprise, the collateral mbers of the Song Family were astonished.
No one had expected Song Yuxue to actually be saved. Did this an that if they encountered any trouble in the future, they could seek Song Yun’s help?
Seeing the puzzled expressions around him, without waiting for them to inquire, Song Yun said, "Don’t ask how I managed to save Yu Xue. I just went for a walk, t a beggar who found intriguing and dashing, so he... hey, I’m not joking, don’t you believe ? It really was a beggar who gave an Elixir Pill."
Seeing Song Yun didn’t intend to tell the truth, everyone wished to enter the room to see Song Yuxue.
Song Yun stopped them, "Her condition is still unstable; she is not suitable for visits yet."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked disappointed.
Song Yun’s eyes turned, his gaze landing back on Zhao Yan, and he said, "Zhao Yan, you go in and take care of Yu Xue. The others can only go in once she wakes up."
Upon hearing this, how could Zhao Yan not know that Song Yun was purposely giving him a chance to build a good relationship with Song Yuxue?
Even though Song Yuxue is currently comatose, when she wakes up and sees Zhao Yan first, she would surely have a favorable impression.
Moreover, knowing Zhao Yan took care of her, she would naturally feel grateful.
"Alright, I will definitely take good care of Yu Xue."
Such a good opportunity wouldn’t be missed by Zhao Yan, who imdiately agreed and entered the room.
Seeing Zhao Yan go inside, the others turned to Song Yun, asking eagerly, "We can only go in after Yu Xue wakes up? When will she wake up?"
Song Yun replied, "At most ten days, at least three days."
Hearing that it wasn’t a long wait, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the following days, the Song Family mbers took turns keeping watch at the hospital, daily waiting outside the room for Song Yuxue to wake up.
The reason only Zhao Yan was allowed to care for her puzzled the Song Family mbers, but Song Yun’s won understood his intention.
Still, no one spoke explicitly about it.
anwhile, in Yanjing, a huge news story broke out.
The famous charitable fund, the Phoenix Fund created by Song Yun, had received a mysterious large donation in its public bank account, visible on the website’s public account records.
This donation amounted to 700 million dollars, an unprecedented amount that instantly shook the entire nation.
Strangely, there was no identified donor for this contribution.
The fund’s administrators publicly stated that the donation record was anonymous, with no knowledge of the source account, the transferring account number, or any details.
It felt as though this 700 million dollar donation had descended from the heavens.
The whole nation was abuzz.
The term "mysterious donor" beca the hottest topic across major public dia and social dia, with everyone eager to discover the identity of this generous but anonymous benefactor.
Inside the hospital, Xia Tian put down the newspaper he was holding, glanced at Song Yun, and suddenly asked, "Song Yun, is the mysterious donor you?"
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