12: Chapter 12 Sister

The two of them hurried as fast as they could and finally arrived outside the gates of the Murong Family Manor.

At this moment, Qin Mo looked at the plaque above the gate with a sense of irony. He hadn't expected that after being kicked out just a short while ago, he would be invited back so soon. Fate truly worked in mysterious ways.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo shook his head helplessly.

"Hurry up!"

Beside him, Murong Lanlan spoke anxiously as she saw Qin Mo standing outside the gate in a daze.

"Coming, coming!"

Qin Mo responded, and the two of them quickly walked inside.

Before long, they finally reached the place where Murong Jiaxing had collapsed—a small courtyard.

"Grandfather! I found Qin Mo! Father can be saved!"

Murong Lanlan said joyfully as she ran toward Old Master Mu.

However, Old Master Mu did not respond to her. He seemed to be in a daze, not even noticing her arrival. The surrounding medical staff all had their heads bowed, and the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.

Murong Lanlan finally sensed that something was wrong. Suddenly, as if realizing something, she asked in a trembling voice, "W-What's wrong?"

At that moment, Old Master Mu finally noticed that Murong Lanlan had returned. He spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

"Lanlan... your... your father... is gone..."

"W-What?"

This soft voice was like a clap of thunder, exploding violently in Murong Lanlan's mind.

"G-Grandfather, you must be talking nonsense, right? You must be lying to me, right?"

Sometimes, when a person's pain reaches its limit, they become cold-blooded. She finally understood the meaning of those words now.

Upon learning that her father was gone, she didn't cry or wail in agony. It was as if she had lost all perception and become completely numb.

No one answered Murong Lanlan's question. At this moment, everyone seemed to be immersed in the pain of Murong Jiaxing's passing, unable to pull themselves out.

"Stop crying. He can still be saved."

Just then, a calm male voice rang out, instantly exploding in everyone's minds. It was as if the gloom had been swept away, and they all snapped back to their senses.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, Qin Mo slowly walked over to Murong Jiaxing's side and began to examine him.

Old Master Mu's despondent face seemed to regain its luster instantly, and his eyes became bright again. He then sprang up from the ground as if he had grown decades younger.

His voice couldn't stop trembling as he asked, "Young friend, what you said... is it true? Can he really be saved?"

Old Master Mu looked at Qin Mo with an expectant gaze. He was afraid—afraid that Qin Mo was just joking, or even that he had misheard.

"Mm!"

Qin Mo gave a casual response, then pulled out the silver needles he had just bought from his pocket, preparing to apply them.

"Wait! Who are you? What do you think you're doing?"

Just then, a middle-aged doctor suddenly roared at Qin Mo with a face full of rage.

"Is something the matter?" Qin Mo's brow furrowed immediately.

"The man is already gone. Do you actually think you can bring him back to life?" The middle-aged man's brow was tightly knit as he stared at Qin Mo with an unfriendly expression.

Qin Mo nodded.

"That's right."

"Ridiculous! We are the top experts in the Dragon Kingdom and even we are powerless. How dare a young brat like you claim to be able to bring a dead man back to life? Are you joking?"

Qin Mo was starting to lose his patience.

"I can save the people you can't!"

The middle-aged man was instantly fuming with rage.

"Truly absurd! What was your major? Didn't your teachers tell you that the dead cannot be brought back to life?"

Qin Mo's patience was now almost exhausted.

He turned his head to look at Old Master Mu. "Are you going to let me save him or not?"

Old Master Mu was instantly alarmed. "Save him! Save him! Save him!"

He immediately stopped the middle-aged man, who was about to go berserk.

"Doctor Cao, say no more. I believe this young friend."

"You..."

The man was furious but had nothing left to say; after all, it was their family matter.

He then stood aside, staring at Qin Mo with a hostile expression, already thinking about calling the police later to arrest this fraud.

Time passed minute by minute. Murong Jiaxing's body was covered in silver needles, making him look like a hedgehog.

Old Master Mu and Murong Lanlan watched intently from the side, afraid of missing any detail.

However, after a long time had passed, Murong Jiaxing still showed no reaction.

The middle-aged doctor had grown impatient. Feeling that his intelligence had been insulted by believing Qin Mo's nonsense, he stepped aside and dialed the police...

"Can the Streamer really do it?"

"Can someone really come back from the dead in this world?"

"I think this Streamer is just a fraud!"

"Damn it, I really want to kill him! The beauty is already in this state, and he's still lying to her!"

"I originally thought that no matter how shameless the Streamer was, he wouldn't joke about something like this. But I far underestimated his audacity. Truly disgraceful!"

"Sigh, I don't know what the officials are doing. Why do they let someone like this stream on TikTok?"

...

"Qin Mo! Is it done? How is my father?"

Seeing Qin Mo finally stop his movements, Murong Lanlan asked with a worried face. Beside her, Old Master Mu also looked at Qin Mo with great expectation.

"Whew~"

Qin Mo first exhaled a breath of turbid air, then said calmly, "It's done! He should wake up in a moment."

"Really?"

Murong Lanlan immediately wept with joy. Her previous sadness was swept away, and she seemed to have snapped out of it, feeling exceptionally happy.

"Fraud! I suggest you maintain this composure when you face Uncle Hat later!"

The middle-aged doctor, who had been behind Qin Mo, could no longer bear it and stepped forward, speaking in a cold tone.

"Heh..."

Qin Mo didn't even bother to acknowledge him.

Calculating the time, that person should be arriving soon.

Just then, Murong Jiaxing's finger on the ground suddenly twitched, and this scene happened to be noticed by Murong Lanlan.

"Father! Did you see that? My father moved! His hand just moved!"

Everyone was startled by Murong Lanlan's scream and instinctively checked on Murong Jiaxing on the ground.

...

However, after a long time, Murong Jiaxing showed no reaction and still looked like a hedgehog.

Old Master Mu said with some disappointment, "Lanlan, did your eyes play tricks on you?"

Murong Lanlan said excitedly, "Impossible! Grandfather, I saw it very clearly! My father's finger really moved!"

"Hahaha... Stop daydreaming. He's never going to wake up again!"

Just then, a young man walked into the courtyard, laughing.

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice, their faces filled with shock.

"You... aren't you that internet celebrity called Jun Jun? What are you doing at our Murong Family home? And how dare you curse my father!"

Murong Lanlan looked at the young man with anger, and Old Master Mu also frowned at the uninvited guest.

The young man said in a low voice, "I came... for the inheritance, of course!"

Murong Lanlan was bewildered. "What do you mean? What inheritance?"

"Hehe... Naturally, the Murong Family's inheritance. To be precise... I should call you 'younger sister'..."