The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 264: 254 Shedding the Vest, The True Divine Medical Saint! [1 More]

Madam Mu’s heart finally settled when she saw Mu Yuxi begin to write.

She was actually taking a gamble.

If Mu Yuxi didn’t sign, she had no way to force her.

Initially, Madam Mu hadn’t planned on trading with Mu Yuxi, but Mu Weifeng was too proud.

He would rather die of illness than agree to her terms.

But Mu Yuxi was different.

She had only just finished her middle school exams and entered her first year of high school.

A girl not yet 16, no matter how capable, lacks maturity.

And with Mu Weifeng being her own brother, standing here at this life-and-death juncture was itself a testament to Mu Yuxi’s resilience.

Madam Mu was afraid that, when facing a choice between power and family affection, Mu Yuxi would opt for the former.

Thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

Madam Mu watched coldly from the sidelines, not even offering Mu Yuxi a seat, just witnessing her sign.

This document, once signed, would have legal effect.

And with Mu Weifeng’s life in her hands as the controller, she wasn’t worried about Mu Yuxi reneging later.

Mu Yuxi had just written the “Mu” character when the ICU doors suddenly burst open.

A nurse hurried out, “Is there any family of Mu Weifeng here? He’s awakened.”

Mu Yuxi’s hand trembled with excitement as she tossed the pen away, not caring about the backpack on her back, and immediately ran over.

Caught off guard, Madam Mu was splashed with ink across her face.

“It’s over, sister!” Ke Huizhu’s expression changed, “Mu Weifeng has awoken; what’s the use of asking that cardiothoracic doctor now?”

Madam Mu wiped off the ink from her face with a tissue, still composed, “You don’t know the full story. He may have awakened, but he’s not far from death.”

“Several doctors from the Mu family said, if Mu Weifeng ever coughs up blood and faints, then it’s beyond any medical help.”

Mu Yuxi didn’t know about this.

Mu Weifeng never told her the true state of his health, always relaying good news and never the bad.

Of course, Madam Mu wouldn’t say anything either; she had to secure Mu Yuxi’s signature first.

**

In the hospital room.

After Mu Weifeng was wheeled in by the doctors and nurses, Mu Yuxi followed.

On the hospital bed, Mu Weifeng looked very pale, his breathing faint.

He lay there, like a broken doll.

Upon hearing footsteps, Mu Weifeng barely moved his head and spoke, “Xiao Xi.”

Mu Yuxi’s eyes reddened again, and the tears she was spinning finally fell, “Brother.”

She would not cry in front of Madam Mu, but this was Mu Weifeng.

“Brother scared you,” sighed Mu Weifeng, “Don’t cry, girls aren’t pretty when they cry.”

Mu Yuxi cried even harder, not daring to touch Mu Weifeng, “Bro, bro, Aunt Five said she has connections for your treatment, as long as I withdraw from the inheritance competition.”

She wiped away her tears, trying to suppress the sobs, “Brother, you’re going to be okay, you just have to be.”

At those words, Mu Weifeng frowned, “She’s at it again? Speaking such things to you?”

Madam Mu’s tactics were not underhanded; they were outright exploitation in the face of disaster.

As if realizing something, Mu Weifeng’s expression suddenly grew stern, “Xiao Xi, did you sign it?”

“Not yet,” Mu Yuxi caught her breath, “You woke up, so I came to see you first.”

Mu Weifeng’s tone grew stern, “Listen to your brother, don’t sign.”

“But, brother, your illness…” Mu Yuxi fell silent for a moment, “She wouldn’t deceive me by saying that, otherwise, even if Grandpa doesn’t care, he wouldn’t just stand by.”

“Yes, I believe she could really bring the Divine Medical Saint from the cardiovascular field,” Mu Weifeng coughed faintly, “but I don’t accept her charity.”

“You don’t need to agree to her terms. I’m aware of my condition; it can only be delayed, not cured.”

“Even if she brings that Divine Medical Saint, it would only prolong my life by a few years.”

Mu Weifeng’s gaze was serious, “Xiao Xi, aside from your young age, you have no other shortcomings. I have high hopes for you in the inheritance competition.”

Mu Yuxi remained silent, her fingers tightly gripping her clothes.

Mu Weifeng slowly raised his hand to pat her head, his voice gentle, “Brother knows you worry about him, but don’t beg such people, and moreover—”

He paused, “If you withdraw from the competition, Mu Chenzhou will rise to power. Do you think the Mu family will fare better with him as the successor?”

Mu Chenzhou, raised by Madam Mu, even if not presently showing his true colors, it was a matter of time.

Mu Yuxi still did not speak.

The hospital room door was knocked on once more.

The person who entered was the butler.

With the documents in hand, just back from speaking with the doctor, he looked worried, “Young Master Weifeng, are you feeling better?”

Mu Weifeng and Mu Yuxi had been looked after by the butler ever since their parents passed away early on.

This was also Mu Heqing’s instruction.

Mu Heqing was too busy at the time, stretched too thin to take care of him, but he always cared about Mu Weifeng.

The butler simply couldn’t bear to see such an outstanding person as Mu Weifeng die young.

“The surgery was very successful,” Mu Weifeng smiled. “Look, I can still talk to you.”

The butler also breathed a sigh of relief, unable to help wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes, consoling, “Young Master Weifeng, the master actually has the most faith in you. I heard Mr. Mu Cheng say that this morning, as soon as the master heard your condition had suddenly worsened, he immediately went to the Ancient Medical Field.”

“If we could invite a direct lineage family member from the Meng Family, you would be saved.”

Mu Weifeng sighed, “They are willing to treat Grandfather, but it’s impossible for me.”

The Meng Family doesn’t just flatter with the notion ‘physicians are parents of their patients’.”

Indeed, the Ancient Medical Field isn’t just comprised of the Meng Family alone.

But the Mu family only has connections with the Meng Family; other Ancient Medicine Families are unapproachable.

“There must be a way,” the butler disagreed. “The master should have already gone, I’ll go ask Mr. Mu Cheng now. Young Master Weifeng, you must hold on.”

**

Meanwhile.

On the busiest commercial street in the Imperial Capital.

Ying Zijin was eating a candied hawthorn stick, after biting into one of the hawthorns, her steps suddenly halted.

She closed her eyes briefly, then squinted skyward.

Teng Yunmeng, seeing her stop, asked in confusion, “Zijin, what’s wrong?”

“I had an impulse to do a divination.” Ying Zijin looked at the waning Moon, “Mars guards the Heart Mansion, the astrology chart is extremely ominous, a blood disaster, not good at all.”

Teng Yunmeng: “???”

She knew each word but combined together they made no sense to her.

“I won’t go back to the training camp tonight,” Ying Zijin put the unfinished candied hawthorn stick into a paper bag, “Something’s come up; Mengmeng, please let Professor Zuo know for me.”

“You’re not going back?” Teng Yunmeng was momentarily stunned, “Training starts tomorrow, will you make it back in time?”

“Yes, it’s a small matter.” Ying Zijin was nonchalant as she pointed to the sky, “You see that star, that’s Mars.”

Teng Yunmeng followed her finger but saw nothing: “…”

She wondered if she had gone blind.

Or perhaps, the eyes of their group’s beauty were extraordinary.

Ying Zijin put on a hat, hands in pockets: “Once that Mars moves away from the position of the Heart Mansion, I’ll be back.”

Teng Yunmeng truly saw nothing.

Because that was Mu Weifeng’s astrology chart, which wasn’t present in the sky.

She was merely using the sky to make observations.

Students from Norton University’s Astrology System also learned this.

She couldn’t predict someone’s lifespan now, but according to Mu Weifeng’s astrology chart, it indeed looked like he didn’t have many days left to live.

Teng Yunmeng watched the girl’s retreating figure in a daze.

After a long while, she took out her phone and made a call: “Hello, Feng Yue, don’t you think, Classmate Ying is a bit like a fortune teller?”

**

Imperial Capital Hospital.

Mu Weifeng had already fallen asleep.

He had just undergone surgery and his body was still very weak.

Mu Yuxi did not want to disturb him, so she left the ward to keep vigil outside.

When she came out, it was already half-past ten, but Madam Mu was still there.

Clearly waiting for her.

“Are you done?” Madam Mu still maintained her composed and dignified demeanor, smiling appropriately and generously, “Don’t you still not know the situation? I also looked at the doctor’s report, your brother’s lungs have been completely taken over by the shadows.”

“I suggest you sign quickly, otherwise, even if I bring the Divine Medical Saint, your brother won’t be saved.”

Mu Yuxi’s fingers tightened: “I won’t sign.”

“Oh?” Madam Mu was not surprised, “Did your brother tell you something? When people are about to die, they still want to maintain their pride.”

Mu Yuxi repeated the same three words: “I won’t sign.”

“Alright, you won’t sign.” Madam Mu’s expression finally grew somber, she sneered, “A girl like you cannot support the Mu family; I originally just wanted to give you a chance to save your brother, remember, you chose to refuse it.”

“I’m curious to see who could save Mu Weifeng!”

Having said that, she picked up her bag and was about to leave.

Just as she turned around, she bumped into several people.

It was the heading physician team making a return.

But there was more than just them.@@novelbin@@

Ying Zijin took the sterile gloves from a nurse and put them on, her movements casual as usual: “I’ll save him.”