My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 387: Racing Against Time and the Grim Reaper for Lives2

"Mingjing, I heard you need the ’dog treasure’?"

"Yes."

Qin Jingqiu aimed the camera at a black box on the table, asking, "Is this it?"

Through the video call, Si Mingjing carefully identified it. That’s the one! she thought, overjoyed.

"Then I’ll bring it to you."

"Thank you, Sister Qin, you’ve really helped me out! It’s raining too hard outside, and the weather forecast mentioned a typhoon. Don’t trouble yourself; I’ll send someone to pick it up. Please send me your address."

"Alright then."

Qin Jingqiu said, "However, I’m not at home right now. The ’dog treasure’ belongs to a friend of mine. I saw on Weibo that Mo Yinhe was desperately seeking medicine, and I remembered my friend had mentioned she had some, so I came over to check. If you need it, I’ll send you the address, but my friend said she can’t give it away for free."

Qin Jingqiu had asked her friend for it, but her friend, seeing Mo Yinhe’s offer of a million for one ’dog treasure’ on Weibo, became unwilling to part with it for free, leaving Qin Jingqiu with no alternative.

"Understood, that’s fine. I’ll send someone with the money to get the medicine right away."

After hanging up, Qin Jingqiu sent over the address.

Si Mingjing called Mo Yinhe, telling him to send someone to retrieve the ’dog treasure’.

At that moment, a dose of slowly simmered medicine was ready.

Si Mingjing poured it into a thermos and handed it to Mo Yinhe, instructing seriously, "Take this dose of medicine to the hospital immediately. Find a way to get Aunt to drink it. Remember, administer it in three parts, with a half-hour interval between each. Call me if anything happens."

She needed to wait until the ’dog treasure’ was retrieved to continue preparing the second dose, which could take several hours.

Mo Yinhe hurried to the hospital by helicopter, thermos in hand.

Bai Danfeng had already been moved to intensive care. Comatose, she couldn’t possibly take the medicine herself.

Mo Yinhe poured out one-third of the warm herbal medicine and asked a nurse to administer it. The pale yellow liquid spilled from the corners of Bai Danfeng’s mouth.

It seemed like such a waste.

But there was no other way.

"I’ll do it!"

Tao Chengzhou, burning with anxiety, took the medicine bowl from the nurse. He carefully sipped a bit into his mouth and then bent down, directly transferring it to Bai Danfeng’s lips, meticulously ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

Mo Yinhe stood by, watching Bai Danfeng’s throat move slightly.

He said, "She swallowed it! Uncle, keep feeding her like this!"

Tao Chengzhou was near tears. He took the remaining herbal medicine in the bowl and, using the same meticulous method as before, fed it all into Bai Danfeng’s mouth.

Once finished, he was very emotional. "Nephew-in-law, is this medicine really effective?"

Mo Yinhe couldn’t guarantee it, but his tone was resolute. "It is! Uncle, you must have heard about Mingjing’s medical skills; she has always been able to create miracles. Her skills can resurrect the dead and mend bones!"

Mo Yinhe’s words were an exaggeration, yet Tao Chengzhou found comfort in them.

"Danfeng, can you hear me? Your nephew-in-law said Miss Si can resurrect the dead and mend bones, so you’ll definitely be okay. Don’t be afraid. If the Grim Reaper tries to take you away from me, I swear I’ll fight him for the rest of my life!"

Tao Chengzhou sat by the bed, incessantly talking to the comatose Bai Danfeng. This was per Si Mingjing’s instructions before she left, aimed at keeping Bai Danfeng’s will to live strong.

As Tao Chengzhou talked, tears kept falling from his eyes.

He bent down and kissed his wife’s forehead. "Don’t be scared, Danfeng. It’s going to be okay. I’ll always be here with you. You’ll be fine."

Were those words to comfort Bai Danfeng, or himself? Mo Yinhe wondered.

He stood by and watched, feeling a pang of sadness yet also fortunate. If Mingjing had chosen to go to the Mu Continent, if they had delayed their return to Yecheng by a day, or if they had waited until tomorrow to find Aunt, she might have already passed away by now. Thankfully, none of those ’ifs’ occurred. Everything played out just right; Mingjing arrived just in time. Aunt must be a blessed soul!

Mo Yinhe kept track of the time. Half an hour later, he prompted Tao Chengzhou, who then began to feed his wife the medicine again.

This was done a total of three times.

In between, Dr. Zhang came in to check on Bai Danfeng’s vital signs. After seeing her condition, the disheartening words that came to his lips were swallowed back.

Leaving the intensive care unit, he returned to his office, where other doctors asked about the patient’s state. Dr. Zhang just shook his head.

It was still the same phrase: "Beyond help."

"Maybe that Miss Si can work miracles."

"They say she’s incredible, but who knows if it’s true?"

"We’re all trained in medicine; we should know that her condition is beyond recovery now. Are you suggesting Dr. Zhang is incompetent?"

"It’s said that traditional Chinese medicine is suitable for treating chronic illnesses. For acute emergencies caused by car accidents like this, Western medicine is actually more effective. Miss Si thinks she can snatch someone from the Grim Reaper with just a few doses of Chinese medicine—I think it’s a long shot..."

The doctors in the office were not optimistic. As medical professionals, none would give up on a patient if there was even the slightest hope, but their abilities had indeed reached their limit. They weren’t speaking callously; they were simply being realistic. If Western medicine was of no avail in the face of a critical emergency like a car accident, how could Chinese medicine revive someone from the dead?

The doctors talked among themselves, shaking their heads, before returning to their own tasks.

At this moment, Si Mingjing was at home brewing medicine.

In the vast ocean of traditional Chinese medicine, there is a formula called Life-Extending Soup, known for its ability to harmonize the six fu organs and stabilize the five zang organs. However, the Life-Extending Soup formula varies depending on its specific purpose.

The formula Si Mingjing remembered had been modified by her master.

She seemed tranquil sitting before the small medicine stove, simmering the potion, but inwardly, her heart felt like it was frying in an oil pan. She couldn’t guarantee that this dose of Life-Extending Soup would indeed save Bai Danfeng’s life. There was nothing else she could do. She had to believe in herself!

At eleven o’clock at night, the medicine was finally ready. Si Mingjing immediately carried it and took a helicopter to the hospital.

Fierce winds raged that night. After the typhoon struck, even the helicopter shook violently.

Si Mingjing held the thermos securely in her arms; the helicopter was nearly blown into the sea at one point. What should have been a mere three-minute journey was fraught with danger.

Fortunately, it ended without mishap, and she arrived safely on the hospital’s rooftop.

Mo Yinhe stood outside the intensive care unit, watching her run towards him with a thermos, her clothes mostly soaked.

"Mingjing, you’re all wet."

"It’s okay. How’s Aunt?" Si Mingjing inquired about Bai Danfeng’s condition.

Mo Yinhe shook his head and gestured inside, saying, "Uncle is in there keeping watch. The doctors say all her vital signs are very low; she could go at any moment..."

Mo Yinhe didn’t finish his sentence. He opened the door to let Si Mingjing enter.

Si Mingjing placed the thermos on the bedside table. "I’ve prepared the medicine. It all needs to be administered."

Mo Yinhe said, "Let Uncle do it."

Tao Chengzhou had stayed by the hospital bed for hours without even a sip of water. His eyes were bloodshot, his face haggard, and he himself had sustained injuries. Now, he could barely hide his fatigue and sickness. But when he saw the medicine Si Mingjing had poured into the bowl, without a word, he began to feed his wife.

One small sip at a time, he transferred it to his wife’s mouth, as if feeding her not just medicine, but his very life.