Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 103

The moment Dr. Shangguan’s words hit, the faces of Si Huawen, Si Huawu, and Si Huali—three brothers of the Si family—turned deathly pale.

Their wives—Zhao Yunong, Sun Jiaqi, and Xue Yingxiang—also felt a crushing weight in their hearts.

In the Si family, intrigue was rare.

There were no mother-in-law versus daughter-in-law conflicts; the matriarch was a true powerhouse, never meddling in household affairs, and she treated her daughters-in-law like her own daughters.

So this news… this was like a thunderbolt!

Si Huawen staggered, nearly fainting. Thankfully, Si Huawen and Si Huali caught him just in time. “Brother, careful!”

Struggling to steady himself, Si Huawen asked, voice trembling, “Dr. Shangguan… is… is my mother’s condition really this bad?”

“I’m sorry,” Shangguan Feiyang bowed slightly. “Master, I fear my medical skills are not sufficient. I’ve let you down.”

Not sufficient?

Shangguan Feiyang was a doctoral graduate from an internationally renowned medical university.

He had won multiple medical awards and even developed patented drugs!

If it weren’t for his expertise, the Si family wouldn’t have summoned him to the hospital.

Clearly, it wasn’t that Shangguan Feiyang lacked skill—it was that the Si matriarch’s injuries were so severe that even a top-tier physician like him was helpless.

Shangguan Feiyang continued, “Master, you should notify the rest of the family immediately. They should come back to see her while there’s still time… though it may already be too late…”

Though his words trailed off, the meaning was clear.

The matriarch’s remaining days were few.

Although everyone knew old age comes for all, the suddenness of this left them all reeling.

Especially since the matriarch had always been healthy.

Si Huali grabbed Shangguan Feiyang’s hand, desperation in his eyes. “Doctor Shangguan, you know countless people. Are you saying there’s truly no one who can save my mother? She is the spiritual pillar of this family! We brothers weren’t ready to face her leaving yet. And she hasn’t even met my little sister or Shengbao. She can’t… she just can’t be gone!”

They couldn’t allow her to depart with regrets.

Xue Yingxiang spoke up, her voice firm. “Exactly, Doctor Shangguan. You know the top doctors. Surely, among all of them, there must be a way to save my mother! No matter the cost, our family can afford it.”

“Third sister-in-law is right,” Zhao Yunong added, voice steady. “Doctor Shangguan, if there’s any way to save her, we’ll pay any price.”

Shangguan Feiyang’s expression faltered. “Third Master, Third Madam, Madam… it’s not that I’m unwilling to save the matriarch. It’s just… her injuries are too severe. She is beyond conventional treatment… unless…”

“Unless what?” Si Huawen pressed.

Shangguan Feiyang’s tone shifted. “Unless… we find the Celestial Physician of Legend. He alone is adept at the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique. The matriarch’s intracranial condition is too complex for surgery. Only he could possibly use this technique to draw out the clotted blood safely.”

The Celestial Physician of Legend was a god in the medical world.

Rumor had it that his Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique could make withered bones sprout flesh.

He could bring the dead back to life—or turn the living to dust.

But for over a year now, the Celestial Physician had withdrawn from the medical world.

Abroad, even a bounty of one hundred million had failed to locate him.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Sun Jiaqi frowned. “But the Celestial Physician is a ghostly figure. We might not be able to summon him so suddenly—what do we do?”

Shangguan Feiyang sighed. “Exactly. Unless a miracle occurs… her condition is truly grim.”

Sun Jiaqi continued, “I recall his disciple, Professor Zhou, is also remarkable. Could we summon him instead?”

Professor Zhou—Zhou Wanliang—was the Celestial Physician’s only disciple, a titan in medicine himself.

Shangguan Feiyang shook his head. “Though Zhou has inherited his master’s teachings, the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique is extraordinarily profound. Zhou has yet to master its essence.”

Precisely because of this, the one-hundred-million bounty for the Celestial Physician had been announced internationally.

The family’s faces darkened with disappointment.

“Is it really that difficult?” Xue Yingxiang asked, astonished. “Even Professor Zhou can’t do it?”

Shangguan Feiyang nodded. “The technique requires not only supreme medical skill, but also mastery of yin-yang and the Eight Trigrams. Only the Celestial Physician can wield it fully.”

Zhao Yunong interjected, “Even so, Professor Zhou is the Celestial Physician’s direct disciple. Let’s at least invite him to see if there’s any chance.”

Si Huawen nodded. “What my sister-in-law says is correct. Given the urgency, even if he can’t perform the full technique, having him here might give us a glimmer of hope.”

He then looked at Si Huali. “Huali, arranging for Professor Zhou is up to you.”

“Understood, brother.”

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning was helping Yue Qianlan take photos.

Suddenly, a strange unease washed over her, and her phone slipped from her hand with a thud.

Yue Qianlan ran over immediately. “Ning Ning, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Ning pressed her fingers to her temples. “I don’t know… I just feel… heavy. Like something big is about to happen.”

It was a strange feeling—one she had never experienced before.

Yue Qianlan stopped taking photos, bending down to pick up the fallen phone. “Maybe you’re just a little off from the water and air here in Xiangjiang. Let’s sit down for a bit.”

“Okay.” Jiang Ning nodded slightly.

The port wind was strong. After a while, Yue Qianlan asked, “Feeling any better now?”

“Much better,” Jiang Ning replied, picking up her phone. “March, let’s continue with the photos.”

“Sure.”

Though she smiled, Jiang Ning couldn’t shake the emptiness in her chest.

It felt as if she was about to lose something incredibly important.

Back in A City.

Chen Yin had just returned from Beijing when she received a WeChat from Zhao Yunong.

Reading the message, her heart jolted—Si matriarch had been seriously injured!

Coincidentally, Chen Yin was not only a close friend of the elder matriarch, but they had also grown close at an academic conference.

Immediately, she called. “Yunong, what’s happening with your mother?”

Zhao Yunong’s hoarse voice came through. “Aunt Yin… my mother’s condition is very serious. The doctors say unless we find the Celestial Physician, who knows the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique, she only has a few days left.”

Chen Yin felt as though struck by lightning. “How could this happen? We were together in Beijing just recently!”

It was too sudden—almost impossible to accept.

Zhao Yunong explained, “Her health was always good. This happened after she fell while on the way to bless Huashang and Shengbao. The doctors say the intracranial bleeding is pressing on her nerves, keeping her in a coma. And at her age, she can’t undergo cranial surgery…”

Chen Yin’s mind raced. Then suddenly, a spark of realization struck her. “Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique! Yunong, did you just say it could save your mother?”

If she remembered correctly, it was Jiang Ning who had used the technique to save her from a sudden heart attack!

“Yes,” Zhao Yunong nodded. “But only the Celestial Physician can perform it. We’ve brought in his disciple, Professor Zhou, but he can only stabilize her temporarily. He cannot remove the intracranial bleeding. So, Aunt Yin, if you can, you should come to Xiangjiang to see my mother one last time.”

One last time?

Chen Yin immediately said, “Who says only the Celestial Physician can do it? I know a divine doctor who also knows the Golden Needle Blood-Point Technique!”