Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

This person has a loud and clear voice, full of energy.

"Butler Qi."

Everyone turned to look, their expressions freezing.

Butler Qi is the old master's personal butler, who has been with him since childhood. He has been in the Su family longer than anyone else present and has accumulated a lot of prestige. Therefore, as soon as he spoke, everyone stopped what they were doing.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Lin Zheng stood next to Butler Qi like a pine tree.

"Butler Qi, Old Master Lin!"

Su Wanqing found her savior, quickly got up from the ground, and handed the ginseng in her hand to the doctor.

"Quickly, hurry and save the old man!"

The doctor hadn't recovered from the chaos when Su Wanqing shouted at him, bringing him back to his senses. He grabbed the wooden box and hurriedly ran into the private room.

"You'd better give me an explanation, or I'll report the truth to the old man when he wakes up."

Butler Qi snorted coldly, his words full of threat.

With half his body buried in the ground, how could he not know what these people were doing?

Second Uncle was the first to react. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Butler Qi with a slight narrowing in his eyes.

"Butler Qi, I suggest you mind your own business."

"I don't know what 'trivial matters' means; I only know that the old man's affairs are the most important thing!"

Butler Qi's words were firm and powerful, showing no fear of his second uncle.

Seeing that he had been humiliated, the second uncle took a deep breath and turned to Lin Zheng.

"Mr. Lin, this is the Su family home. What brings you here?"

Lin Zheng was not afraid at all, and didn't even look at his second uncle directly.

Butler Qi had anticipated this and gave a cold laugh.

"Mr. Lin is the old man's close friend. Do you have any questions?"

Hearing Butler Qi's words, Second Uncle was speechless. He forced himself to remain calm and sat back down on the sofa.

"Second Uncle, what do we do now?"

Su Zhaoyang came closer, his face serious.

My second uncle was already annoyed, and hearing this made him even more impatient.

"Why are you asking me? I know! If you're so capable, go do it yourself!"

When he lost his temper, the other members of the Su family dared not step forward. They could only sit in their seats, their eyes darting around, each harboring their own secrets.

Butler Qi then ignored these people.

He looked at Su Wanqing, who was covered in dust and dirt, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Miss, you've suffered. With my old bones, I will never let them harm the old man."

Su Wanqing nodded.

After handing the ginseng to the doctor, she felt as if her body had lost all its strength, and endless pain surged into her brain.

"Where is Gao Yang?"

Lin Zheng noticed that Gao Yang was not behind Su Wanqing, which did not conform to her behavioral norms, and frowned.

Upon hearing Gao Yang's name, Su Wanqing felt as if her heart had been gripped tightly. She knelt down, unable to hold back any longer, and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed softly.

"We encountered assassins. Gao Yang protected me and told me to go first while he fought them. I don't know what happened to me."

"It's all my fault, I'm useless."

Su Wanqing looked helpless like a little girl. It was hard to believe that just over half a month ago, she was the big boss who sat in the main seat and destroyed the Green Dragon Gang.

Her words struck Su Xiaoyu and Lin Zheng like a heavy hammer, sending a shiver through them.

They still remember Gao Yang's pure and innocent eyes, and his fearless spirit in all the difficult times.

Yet this bright young man died at the hands of an assassin.

Killer!

Lin Zheng felt a surge of anger.

"Very well, what a killer! I'll see who dares to make this move."

Several names flashed through his mind, and he glanced at the Su family members sitting in front of him, sneering repeatedly.

The response was so quick; it seems there's a mole within the Su family.

Lin Zheng didn't say anything more and walked into the ward with Butler Qi.

Su Wanqing also went upstairs to her room.

She turned on the hot water, and instantly a white mist rose into the bathroom.

Su Wanqing stood there, watching the water slowly spread along the edge of the bathtub, the ripples spreading out in circles, much like her chaotic thoughts at that moment.

She took a deep breath, her fingertips touching the clothes she was wearing, which were already soaked with blood and mud. The fabric clung stiffly to her skin, still carrying the chill and stench of the forest.

Every movement sent a sharp pain through the countless wounds covering his body.

Some of the wounds were from the rocks, some from the thorns, but none were left by tigers or killers.

She recalled the dagger that had plunged into Gao Yang's body, and a sharp, throbbing pain shot through her chest.

It's all because of Gao Yang; Gao Yang has always been protecting her.

She slowly took off her clothes and slid into the warm bathtub.

The flowing water enveloped my utterly exhausted body. It should have been a moment of relaxation, but my mind kept replaying the image of the vast mountains.

Tears rolled down without warning, hitting the water's surface and breaking into tiny ripples.

She raised her hand to cover her face, and suppressed sobs escaped through her fingers.

She couldn't remember the last time she cried; all she knew was the suffocating pain in her chest that she couldn't suppress.

She's useless.

Gao Yang told her to go first, that he would live and wait for her, but she didn't even know whether he lived or died in the end.

She returned with the old ginseng, saving the old man, but Gao Yang was left behind in that treacherous deep mountain, without even a chance to say goodbye.

"Gao Yang."

Su Wanqing murmured his name softly, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

She dared not think any further and shook her head violently.

Hot water slid down her hair, mixing with her tears as it splashed into the bathtub, where it was quickly diluted by the water.

But the sorrow weighing on my heart was like a vine, winding and tightening.

…………

As the night deepened outside the window, the whispers of the people in the hall could no longer be clearly heard.

Su Wanqing changed into a clean white dress and slowly walked down the spiral staircase.

Her long hair was simply tied up, revealing her slender neck, and her face was still damp with moisture.

She walked barefoot on the soft carpet, each step so light, yet each one felt like a thousand pounds striking the hearts of everyone in the living room.

Su Wanqing resumed her usual indifference, scanning the crowd with her peach blossom eyes filled with sorrow and sharpness.

Her gaze fell on the tightly closed hospital room door.

The doctor's low voice could be faintly heard from inside the door; it was Grandpa's last hope, and the chance for survival that Gao Yang had risked his life for.

Just then, the ward door opened, and the doctor walked out.

"How is Grandpa?"

Upon seeing this, Su Wanqing hurriedly stepped forward, her expression tense.

The rest of the Su family also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

The doctor shook his head and said slowly.

"It's too late. This two-hundred-year-old ginseng is indeed a miraculous medicine. It can pull the old man back from the brink of death, but it can only keep him alive."

Looking at Su Wanqing's face, he felt a pang of pity, his throat bobbing as he continued, word by word.

"If we can't find fresh tiger blood within an hour, I'm afraid the old man won't make it through the night."

"What?!"

Su Wanqing felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and the world spun around her.

Seeing this, Butler Qi quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Does it have to be fresh tiger blood?"

"Yes, it must be fresh, uncongealed tiger blood. This kind of blood is extremely yang and pure, so that it can exert the strongest medicinal effect."

The doctor's words were undoubtedly the final straw that broke Su Wanqing's back.

Where are we going to find a tiger at this hour? Even if we did find one, we'd need to draw its blood, and there simply isn't enough time.

She looked at the doctor, her brows furrowed with helplessness.

"Is there really no other way?"

The doctor shook his head.

The rest of the Su family were secretly delighted to see this.

It seems the old man is destined to die.

"I thought it was some kind of miracle cure, but it turns out it's nothing special. After all this effort, we still couldn't save the old man. It's all been a waste of time."

"I told you long ago, what abilities could an outsider like her have? She tried to curry favor with a worthless ginseng root, and now look what's happened, she's just going to have to watch the old man pass away!"

"Exactly! Why couldn't she just stay outside? She had to come back to the Su family and cause trouble. Now look what's happened, the old man is about to pass away, let's see how she can still have the face to stay in the Su family!"

The crowd chimed in, their words filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

Su Wanqing's face turned pale inch by inch, all the color drained away, and even her lips turned deathly white.

Even the ginseng that Gao Yang risked his life for couldn't save the old man in the end.

Her lips trembled, and her eyes were vacant.

A bone-chilling cold surged up from the soles of my feet, instantly engulfing my entire body, even more piercing than the night wind of the desolate mountains.

"Go in. The old man is awake now and has some time left. Let him say a few final words."

The doctor sighed helplessly; there were too many things he couldn't do.

Time seemed to stand still. Su Wanqing stood there, stunned, her mind blank.

She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say; her mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

"That's fate, just accept it."

My second uncle's gloating voice drifted from not far away.

Su Wanqing felt extremely tired and didn't want to argue with him for even a moment longer.

In any case, none of it matters.

Sudden.

"Bang!"

The door opened with a click.

Everyone looked over and saw a man covered in blood standing at the gate.

Su Wanqing's pupils suddenly dilated, and her blood seemed to boil at that moment.

"Tiger blood, right? I have some here."