Had she… been brought back from the dead?
Only then did Yan Yan notice that three golden needles were stuck in Mrs Ning’s chest, still trembling.
“I…” Mrs Ning was so weak that her voice was barely audible. She gave Feng Wu a wry smile. “I had this dream that I was dead… I was on this bridge and was going to take the oblivion potion from Meng Po when you woke me up…”
Mrs Yan held Mrs Ning’s hand tight and burst into tears. That was exactly what had happened. Young Master Ba had declared her dead a moment ago…
Feng Wu said, “Mrs Ning, you need to save your energy. Please close your eyes and get some rest. I’ll take care of everything.”
Outside, Ning Chenxi and General Wu heard Mrs Ning’s voice, and they thought that it was the most wonderful sound they had ever heard!
She had really been brought back from the dead?!
Young Master Ba’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That can’t be! She wasn’t breathing and had no pulse… she was dead… she really was…”
Meanwhile, Mrs Ning grabbed Feng Wu’s hand and said, “… If it’s possible… please save my babies… please promise me…”
Feng Wu shook her head. “Your babies aren’t the only ones I’m going to save. I’m going to save you as well. Please don’t worry.”
After that, Feng Wu slit Mrs Ning’s chest open with her dagger!
Whoosh —
Blood splashed out all over Yan Yan’s face!
You did that on purpose! Yan Yan glared at Feng Wu! She was going to say something when Mrs Yan covered Yan Yan’s mouth and warned the latter with her eyes!
Right now, Feng Wu’s nimble fingers had reached Mrs Ning’s heart and a faint green light glowed on her fingertips. That was the healing light particular to medicine refiners!
Mrs Ning’s punctured heart grew back as she watched.
At the moment, time was of the essence for Feng Wu. Hence, before the ribs fully recovered, Feng Wu sewed Mrs Ning back up, and the entire process took less than a minute.
“Is that all?” Mrs Yan frowned at Feng Wu.
All she saw was Feng Wu moving her hands around inside Mrs Ning’s chest, and before Mrs Yan could see anything clearly, it was over.
Feng Wu didn’t answer her. The dagger in her hand was aimed at Mrs Ning’s bulging belly now.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Mrs Yan cried out. Was this girl trying to kill someone?!
Feng Wu ignored her. She slid the thin blade across Mrs Ning’s belly and made a small cut before handing the dagger to Qiuling.
She then stuck her hands into Mrs Ning’s belly.
“Ahhh —” Yan Yan was shocked. That was so brutal!
She couldn’t take it anymore and turned around to throw up.
Mrs Yan kept her unblinking gaze on Feng Wu. Was she going to take the baby out just like that? She must have lost her mind!
Mrs Yan had guessed right.
The next second —
Feng Wu took out a chubby male baby with both hands. She glanced at Mrs Yan and said, “The baby basket.”
“Oh, right —” Mrs Yan’s head had gone blank at all the things Feng Wu was doing. Only then did she come back to herself and take out the baby basket they had prepared. The baby with purplish skin was then put inside.
“But, why isn’t he crying?” Mrs Yan put a finger to the baby’s nose, but didn’t feel any breathing!
Shocked, she felt the baby’s pulse!
There was none either!
“He’s dead! It’s a stillborn!” Frightened, Mrs Yan lost her balance and nearly dropped the baby.
She just couldn’t do anything right… Taking a deep breath, Feng Wu cast a stern look at Mrs Yan. “Drop him and you’ll really have a dead baby!”