Rebirth: The Courtyard Bride Is Cool and Radiant

Chapter 1082: Control Your Emotions

When Elder Yuan was helping examine Fu Chenyi, he had in fact already guessed a few things, but this was, after all, the Fu Family’s private matter, so he really couldn’t spell it out directly.

Besides, there was no shortage of people coveting the Fu Family; as for who had made the move, that would have to be investigated by the Fu Family themselves.

As soon as the car stopped, they heard a commotion inside the Fu Family house.

Old Sir Fu was so frightened his legs went weak: “Hurry.”

They had just reached the door when they heard a woman’s furious roar from inside: “Why can’t you send him to the hospital? If my son has an accident because you keep delaying, I’ll drag all of you to be buried with him.”

Old Sir Fu was afraid his daughter-in-law would say something even more unpleasant and offend Elder Yuan’s beloved disciple: “Yuqing, be rational.”

Xu Yuqing was teetering on the edge of a breakdown. Hearing her father-in-law’s voice, she snapped her head around: “Dad, Chenyi, he…”

Before she could finish, Old Sir Fu cut her off: “I’ve already brought them here. Control your emotions.”

With that, he looked at Yunyi behind him: “Comrade Chu, he’s inside. I’ll trouble you.”

As soon as Yun Yiyi stepped through the door, she saw Yuan Yuxun standing inside: “Master.”

Yuan Yuxun beckoned to her: “Come over quickly and take a look at him.”

Yunyi followed the direction of his hand, and with just one glance she knew the man had been poisoned.

But she didn’t say it outright at once. She first took his pulse, then pulled a small box from her pants pocket, took out a silver needle from the string, and pricked his fingertip.

Sure enough, just as she had suspected, the color of the blood had already changed.

After exchanging a look with her master, she stepped back a few paces and lowered her voice to Old Sir Fu: “He’s been poisoned.”

Old Sir Fu’s face instantly went a few shades paler when he heard this: “Is it very serious?”

It wasn’t Yunyi’s first time seeing Fu Chenyi, but she hadn’t expected someone so high-spirited before to end up this miserable: “It’s already been several months.”

Old Sir Fu didn’t even dare blink: “Is there a way to cure him?”

As he spoke, Old Sir Fu looked at his grandson with heartache. This child’s fate was truly ill-starred—his previous illness hadn’t even been cured yet, and now he’d been poisoned on top of it. But who had done this?

At that thought, a cold, ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Fu Mother Xu Yuqing had just calmed down a little. Hearing this, she collapsed to the floor, her eyes filled with a bloodthirsty look: “How dare they?”

She suddenly took two steps forward, wanting to grab Yunyi’s sleeve, but was blocked by Huo Jingrui, who had been guarding at Yunyi’s side, his eyes full of warning.

Xu Yuqing pleaded earnestly, “Please, save my son. I can accept any price— I’m begging you.”

As she spoke, she was about to drop to her knees.

She could accept her son being unable to have children, but she could not bear the pain of losing him. In this moment she hated herself to the extreme—why had she still been a step too late and let those people succeed?

Yunyi could understand Mrs. Xu’s state of mind and deeply sympathized with her: “He can be saved, but I don’t have the medicine on me right now. I can only use the silver needle to suppress the toxin for the time being.”

Old Sir Fu hurriedly spoke up: “Just tell us what you need us to do. We’ll cooperate fully.”

Yunyi nodded: “I’ll write up a list. Please gather the required herbs as quickly as possible.”

Old Sir Fu had someone fetch paper and pen from the study.

Yunyi quickly finished writing the list: “The sooner the better. Once everything is ready, send it to my master.”

Old Sir Fu took the list and immediately ordered someone to go out and purchase everything.

After they left, Yunyi took a small box from her pocket: “I’ll give him acupuncture first. Please find a quiet room.”

Old Sir Fu quickly called people over: “You, carry Chenyi back to his room.”

At this moment, however, Fu Mother was unusually calm. Watching her father-in-law lead people to help her son upstairs, she turned and went straight into the study. After closing the door, she dialed a number.

Once the call connected and she heard the voice on the other end: “How’s the thing I asked you to do coming along?”

“Almost done. I’ll sort everything in the next couple of days and send it over to you.”

“Prepare an extra copy and send it to the relevant departments. I want them never to rise again.”