Chapter 182
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Was she … awake?
Only then did Yan Yan notice that there were three golden needles in Mrs Ning's chest, and the ends of the needles were still trembling.
"I …" Mrs Ning was so weak that her voice was as soft as a feather. She smiled bitterly at Feng Wu. "I dreamed that I was dead … I went to the Forgetfulness Bridge and was about to drink a bowl of Meng Po's soup when you woke me up …"
Mrs Yan clutched Mrs Ning's hand and burst into tears. She was right. Young Master Ba had just announced that she was dead …
Feng Wu said, "Mrs Ning, the most important thing for you now is to conserve your strength. Close your eyes and get some rest. I'll take care of the rest."
Outside, Ning Chenxi and General Wu heard Mrs Ning's voice, and it was as if they had heard the voice of God!
She had really been saved?!
Young Master Ba's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible?! She's not breathing and her pulse has stopped … She's dead … She's dead … "
Mrs Ning took Feng Wu's hand and said, "… If you can … save my children … please promise me …"
Feng Wu shook her head. "Not just the children. I can save your life as well. Don't worry."
As she spoke, Feng Wu slid the dagger across Mrs Ning's chest!
Whoosh —
Blood splashed all over Yan Yan's face!
You did it on purpose! Yan Yan glared at Feng Wu! She wanted to say something, but Mrs Yan covered her mouth and glared at her with a warning look.
Meanwhile, Feng Wu's nimble fingers had reached into Mrs Ning's heart, and a faint green light flickered across her fingertips. It was the healing light unique to medicine refiners!
Mrs Yan's broken heart was mending at a visible rate.
Time was Feng Wu's biggest enemy now. Hence, before all the ribs were healed, Feng Wu quickly stitched up Mrs Yan's chest. The whole process took less than a minute.
"That's it?" Mrs Yan frowned at Feng Wu.
She only saw Feng Wu's hand move across Mrs Ning's chest a few times, and before she could see clearly, it was over.
Feng Wu didn't answer her. Instead, she pointed the dagger at Mrs Ning's swollen abdomen.
"What are you doing?!" Mrs Yan cried out in surprise. Was he trying to kill someone?!
Ignoring her, Feng Wu made a small cut with the dagger, which was as thin as a cicada's wing. She then handed the dagger to Qiuling.
She thrust her hands into Mrs Ning's stomach.
"Ah!" Yan Yan was shocked. How could he be so cruel!
Unable to accept this, she turned around and vomited.
Mrs Yan stared at Feng Wu. Did she really think that she could get the baby out of there? Was she crazy?
Lady Yan had guessed correctly.
The next second —
Feng Wu carried out a chubby baby boy with both hands. She glanced at Mrs Yan. "Swaddling clothes."
"Oh, I see —" Mrs Yan's head went blank. Only then did she come back to herself. She took out the swaddling clothes she had prepared and put the baby in it. She had prepared the swaddling clothes in advance.
"But why isn't he crying?" Mrs Ning put her finger under the baby's nose. He wasn't breathing!
Shocked, Lady Yan checked the baby's pulse.
Similarly, there was no movement!
"Dead baby! It's a dead baby! "Frightened, Mrs Yan loosened her grip, and the baby almost fell out of her hand.
She was such a failure … Taking a deep breath, Feng Wu stared at Mrs Yan sternly. "He'll really be dead if you drop him!"
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