Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

Everyone was watching her; after all, she was so young that it was hard to say whether she truly had such abilities.

Yun Yue looked up, the corners of her eyes tinged with a touch of red blood, her voice cold and clear, "I can."

"Really?" Zorro’s breath hitched, his voice rose a few notches, filled with anticipation yet tinged with doubt.

Yun Yue didn’t answer him and instead turned to begin acupuncture on the Paluo Family Head.

Dr. M’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stepped forward to watch.

He still hadn’t fully understood acupuncture; he had only seen Ghost Doctor perform it occasionally, both shocked and curious.

That such a miraculous method of treatment existed in the world, not involving surgery nor medication, just a few needles could bring about recovery.

It was simply a medical miracle.

Jon was also quite interested in acupuncture and couldn’t help but step forward to observe, but having never seen it with his own eyes, he always harbored doubts about acupuncture.

After Yun Yue finished the acupuncture, she looked at them, "Don’t move, I’m going to research the antidote."

She then walked back into the laboratory, the door closing and cutting off their line of sight.

Zorro came back to himself and looked at Dr. M with an inquiring gaze, "Doctor, how do you think her acupuncture skills are?"

He had never seen the Ghost Doctor and didn’t know what his medical skills were really like, only that everyone spoke of him as if he were a god, especially his masterful acupuncture.

Dr. M’s expression went from previous skepticism to now scrupulous, his face stern and serious, he nodded slightly, "Her acupuncture is indeed very impressive."

It was nearly indistinguishable from the acupuncture skills of the Ghost Doctor he remembered; he could even see traces of the Ghost Doctor in her.

He paused for a while before adding, "Perhaps she really can cure him."

"If she can cure him, then nothing could be better," Zorro said excitedly, his hands trembling slightly.

But he still held doubts about Yun Yue’s abilities.

Two hours later, the laboratory door opened, revealing the faint traces of fatigue around her eyes, in her hand a bottle of medicine.

"How is it?" Wu Yi approached and asked, knowing from her gaze that the antidote had been developed.

She handed the bottle in her hand to Zorro, who, full of excitement, held it and asked, "How do I use it?"

Yun Yue’s brow was furrowed, her expression slightly cold, "After taking it, he will wake up within two days, but the poison is deep-seated. Even if cured, he won’t live much longer."

Zorro, still immersed in joy, was doused with cold water by her words, looking at Dr. M in disbelief. Dr. M sighed and nodded slightly.

Zorro quickly steadied his heart, though he had prepared himself, he still couldn’t help but ask, "How many years at most can he live?"

Yun Yue’s lips moved almost imperceptibly, "Three years."

Three years would be just enough.

"I understand," Zorro took a deep breath. Three years was neither long nor short but enough time to keep Qiu Jun at bay.

Watching the Paluo Family Head take the antidote, all his vital signs normal, Yun Yeu turned indifferently and left. Seeing this, Jon followed them out to see the guests off.

"What should I call you?" Jon looked at Yun Yue. She had cured his uncle within less than three hours. As a disciple of the Ghost Doctor, could her medical skills surpass even Dr. M’s?

Yun Yue lowered her head, dampening the sharpness in her eyes, and walked straight outside. The Paluo Butler had been waiting outside the door; seeing them come out, he greeted them and hurried inside.

Jon wanted to ask more but was stopped by Wu Yi, "Sorry, she doesn’t want to tell."

The Paluo Family Head had also been involved in that incident. Her coming to provide the antidote was very good of her, but it didn’t mean she had forgiven.

Three years was the time limit Yun Yue gave him. Even if the Paluo Family Head did not die, Yun Yue would kill him personally.

Jon watched their three figures leave, and after a moment of thought, considering Ghost Doctor’s identity, he figured it made sense that she didn’t give her name.

In the car.

Yun Yue’s half-face was hidden under the brim of her hat, her profile porcelain and cold. Wu Yi didn’t dare to bother her.

Yun Yue’s call came in, and she answered it, holding the phone to her ear.

"Boss, Qiu Jun has fled." Mo Fan glowered at the man in front of him, whom he had beaten until his face was swollen and his nose was bloody.

She couldn’t win the fight, yet she thought about going after Qiu Jun alone.

Yun Yue responded with an emotionless grunt, as expected.

"It’s all Nan Jingchen’s fault. What do you plan to do with him?"

Nan Jingchen was too prone to ruining things, and if he continued like this and ended up dead, it would be a waste if brothers got dragged into this for nothing.

"Take him back to Snow Wolf for punishment." Yun Yue hung up the phone, her eyes shrouding an endless coldness.

Mo Fan cast a cold glance at Nan Jingchen and said, "You know the rules of Golden Net, let’s go."

Hatred and unwillingness filled Nan Jingchen’s face, but he couldn’t take in a word Mo Fan was saying.

Facing such a Nan Jingchen, Mo Fan felt no sympathy, instead, he looked down on him from the bottom of his heart: "You want revenge? The boss does too. You’re too selfish."

A pang struck Nan Jingchen’s heart, and the hate-filled look in his eyes gradually receded as he pursed his lips: "I will accept the punishment once I get back."

**

The next morning came early.

Xiao Feng stood outside Yun Yue’s room with breakfast in hand, knocking several times but not seeing her come out to open the door.

"She’s probably still asleep, take it back," Xiao Chen came over, his voice low, deliberately slowing his steps.

Xiao Feng was slightly stunned, glancing doubtfully at the tightly closed door.

Miss Yun usually got up by this time.

She hadn’t gone out to "thieve" last night either.

Looking at the breakfast he had prepared with care, he could only silently take it back to eat himself.

Xiao Chen cast a glance at the closed room door, his deep and sharp eyes lingering at the doorway for a moment before he left.

Duwa leaned lazily against a pillar, standing at an angle, watching a person not far off with a deeply thoughtful and furrowed brow.

"Anna, what are you looking at?"

Anna shifted her gaze towards him: "No training today?"

She had gotten up late this morning and didn’t know about the notice; the training ground, which should have been noisy and bustling, was eerily empty, quieter even than on days off.

"The main lodge said we’ll train in the afternoon and rest today, but we can’t mess around and laugh," Duwa shrugged his shoulders, also perplexed by the strange order.

A shadow crossed Anna’s eyes.

A woman’s intuition told her that this command was definitely not from the main lodge, it was very likely from the boss himself, all to avoid disturbing the woman upstairs from her sleep?

Did the boss know that the woman had gone out last night?

Duwa watched her departing figure, stepped over the railing in front of him, and followed.

...

Xiao Dian walked into the office, looking at the person half-closing their eyes on the sofa, and spoke in a soft voice: "Master Chen, Qiu Jun has returned to the Paluo family."

"The Paluo Family Master has woken up?" Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his gaze sharp.

"He has." Xiao Dian paused, then hesitantly added, looking at him, "According to the reports from yesterday’s surveillance outside the Paluo family, only a black Land Rover entered, with only three people in the car besides the driver."

"Wu Yi, Wu Er, and Miss Yun."

If it wasn’t for the fact that the person he had sent was his confidant, he wouldn’t dare believe that Yun Yue would be with someone from Black Alliance, especially last night.

The Paluo Family Master was treated just last night, and only those few had gone in. It couldn’t have been Wu Yi or Wu Er, and definitely not the driver. The only possibility was Yun Yue.