CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 227 YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN GREAT

"So, from the time Miss An Yan fell into a coma until now, Mo Shiyan hasn’t done anything?"

Liang Chen’s gaze was icy as he bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction.

Feeling his hostility, Mo Shiyan felt a momentary tightness in his chest.

Why does everyone dare to give me the cold shoulder now?

He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, ignored Liang Chen, and turned to get directly into his own car.

Mo Shiyan certainly could have acquired the surveillance videos from the intersection, but he hadn’t bothered because he was convinced that Feng Jingnian was behind this and hadn’t considered this possibility.

Once Liang Chen mentioned it, he immediately grasped the crux of the matter.

Feng Jingnian might deny involvement, but the person who had approached An Yan and the one An Yan had ordered her men to follow were all clues.

"Young Master Shiyan, the person Miss An Yan ordered us to follow is someone who has been with Young Master Feng. Today at the Jade Market, he was following Young Master Feng."

Mo Shiyan fixated on the thin, dark man in the surveillance video, whose distinguishing features were quite recognizable.

"Search for him immediately. We must find this person no matter what!"

"Understood."

"Wait, also inform my second uncle about this."

"Alright."

After his subordinate received the orders and left, Mo Shiyan closed his eyes wearily.

I originally thought Second Uncle was the one who acted against Grandfather, but now the clues point to Feng Jingnian.

If it really is Feng Jingnian, then Second Uncle probably wants to catch this person even more than I do, right?

The car took a turn and continued to speed forward.

Mo Shiyan opened his phone again and sent a message:

"An Yan has fallen into a coma. They say there’s a ’worm’ in her brain, the same as the one in my grandfather’s."

A few minutes later, the reply came:

"Mere words prove nothing!"

After a moment of silence, Mo Shiyan replied:

"I will provide you with actual evidence! Very soon."

***

「A few hours later」

The nematode finally turned into a beetle!

An Yan immediately went to work, performing a craniotomy on a lab rat.

Just as she anticipated, the moment the skull was opened, the beetle began to burrow madly, quickly turning the rat’s brain into a honeycomb!

"It’s a good thing we didn’t blindly perform surgery on the old man!" Mu Enyu said, visibly shaken.

An Yan nodded, "Let’s see if there’s a way to temporarily paralyze this bug?"

"Okay."

For the next several hours, the three of them tried everything. They tested various reagents in succession, but no matter what, the insect’s vitality remained robust.

An Yan had to hand it to the creature; its resilience was impressive.

"Miss, Professor Song has arrived!"

Once again, Wen Ya relayed the message to An Yan inside the lab through the intercom.

An Yan: "..."

There really is no end to this!

***

「The Feng Family.」

As Feng Jingnian was playing with Little Squirrel, a subordinate came to report, "Young Master Feng, Ajie has managed to shake off those who were tracking him. Should we send him out of the country or...?"

"Send him out of the country!"

"Okay."

The man was about to leave when Feng Jingnian’s phone rang, and a message from another subordinate came in, "Young Master Feng, both Mo Shiyan’s and Mo Yunkai’s men are looking for Ajie, and they have blocked the airport and railway stations!"

Feng Jingnian gestured for the man who was just leaving to stop.

"Ajie won’t be able to leave the country for now. Tell him to hide, and make sure he doesn’t get caught by Mo Shiyan or Mo Yunkai."

"Understood."

After his subordinate left, Feng Jingnian leaned back into his chair.

He interlocked his fingers under his chin, staring at the Little Squirrel in the cage on his desk.

"Little fellow, you’ve really caused me a lot of trouble."

***

When Professor Song and his students entered, An Yan was lying in bed, pale-faced and unconscious.

The elderly man suddenly staggered.

An Yan was the one I invited.

If something happened to the young girl here, I would definitely bear an inescapable responsibility!

"Teacher!"

Jiang Yiming supported his arm, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Professor Song first took her pulse and examined her eyes, then used a stethoscope to listen carefully.

He also had Jiang Yiming draw blood from An Yan for an on-site test.

After an hour of busy work, Professor Song turned to Liang Chen, "Professor An’s condition is somewhat complicated. If you want to return to Luocheng, I’ll speak to the Mo Family."

Liang Chen shook his head, "I can’t make that decision. We have to wait for Professor An’s family to agree."

"Hmm."

Professor Song nodded, his expression clearly guilty, "I’m sorry, young lady."

The situation here was live-streamed to Mo Shiyan, who, after watching the videos repeatedly, sent them to the miracle doctor he had sought.

Li Qingqing, who received the videos, watched An Yan lying motionless on the bed, her mouth slowly curving upward.

"An Yan, An Yan, from now on, you are meat on the chopping block."

"Tell An Yan’s people I can cure her. Have her wait for me in Yuncheng!"

Li Qingqing clicked send.

Mo Shiyan replied, "You promised you wouldn’t harm her!"

"Of course. I’ll credit you for saving her. The Emperor of Shadows can just wait to take his beauty home."

***

「Inside the villa.」

After Professor Song left, Mu Enyu administered an acupuncture needle to An Yan, just as she had been instructed.

An Yan said she would wake up quickly after this needle, but why hasn’t she woken up yet?

Mu Enyu couldn’t help but wonder if she had missed the acupoint or used the wrong amount of force.

She became so tense that her whole body stiffened.

Her gaze instinctively sought out Liang Chen.

I should have asked An Yan to teach Liang Chen this method. He’s smart and skilled with his hands; he definitely would have done a better job than me.

"Don’t panic! Just wait a bit longer!"

Liang Chen, noticing her gaze, soothed her.

Mu Enyu’s anxiety instantly eased considerably. She reached out and took An Yan’s wrist.

Under her fingertips, An Yan’s pulse seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

A dozen seconds later, An Yan opened her eyes.

Mu Enyu’s tears came out in a rush.

"An Yan, you scared me to death! I thought... I thought I had made a mistake."

An Yan patted her hand, "Have confidence! You’ve always been great! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have entrusted you with such a life-threatening task."

A task concerning An Yan’s life?

That needle?

"Do you know what would have happened if the needle was off the mark or too deep?"

Mu Enyu naively shook her head.

She didn’t know. Back then, An Yan had only said that one needle prick would wake her up, so she’d agreed and... just did it.

"Whether it was off or too deep, I would have died. That acupoint itself is fatal!"

Mu Enyu: "..."

"Then do you know why I asked you to administer that needle instead of Liang Chen?"

"Why?"

"Because your talent in this field is unparalleled!"

Of the three An Yan was teaching simultaneously—Mu Enyu, Liang Chen, and Su Siming—only Mu Enyu mastered it the fastest, and her control of force was also the best.

"You... you mean, I’m better than Liang Chen at this?"

"Liang Chen is more skilled with a knife, whereas you excel with the needle!"

"Then, what about Su Siming?"