Madam's Awakening Shocks The Whole World-Chapter 87 - 85: Jing Zhimei’s Resentment (Second Update)

Chapter 87: Chapter 85: Jing Zhimei’s Resentment (Second Update)

Ouyang Ge knelt on the ground trembling, "Sect Leader, yesterday I failed to save Young Master Jiang, but a young girl somehow managed to save him."

Jing Zhimei’s hand that was arranging flowers halted, and a flower was snipped off directly by her.

Her gaze, cold as ice, shot towards the kneeling Ouyang Ge, "What did you say?"

Ouyang Ge’s cold sweat kept pouring out as he trembled and quickly said, "It... it was a girl no more than twenty years old who saved Young Master Jiang. Despite the fact that Young Master Jiang was in a critical state, even bleeding profusely, somehow that girl managed to save him in just a short amount of time."

Jing Zhimei’s expression darkened, and she stood up and slowly approached Ouyang Ge. Suddenly, she fiercely kicked Ouyang Ge, "Waste, someone from my Divine Doctor Sect failed to save the man that an unknown girl managed to rescue! Drag him away!"

Ouyang Ge, in pain, pleaded continuously, but was still dragged away by two men. He was so desperate that he couldn’t speak; he knew his own death was waiting for him.

Jing Zhimei’s face was cold and stern as she suddenly flung her arm, causing the flowers she had carefully arranged on the table to fall to the ground and shatter.

Without even glancing at them, Jing Zhimei lifted the corner of her mouth, "Good, very good, I want to see who exactly it is."

This was the second time an unknown person had appeared to save someone, the first time it was Yunchen, and the second time, Jiang Qingtian.

"Someone, prepare my car."

"Yes!"

Inside the high-end VIP ward of the Municipal People’s Hospital, Jiang Feng had to go to the company because of urgent matters, while Mo Qianhui wiped her tears as she looked at Jiang Qingtian, who had just awakened on the hospital bed. At that moment, Jiang Qingtian’s handsome face was somewhat pale. Seeing his mother worried about him, he raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the tears from Mo Qianhui’s eyes, "Mom, I am fine. You have also been tired all night, go back and rest for a while."

"I am fine. Qingtian, don’t do such dangerous things anymore. I will ask your father to arrange some safer tasks for you. Please stop worrying your mom, alright?" She only had one son, Jiang Qingtian. If she lost him, she didn’t know what she would become.

Jiang Qingtian shook his head and held Mo Qianhui’s hand, "Mom, this is what I like doing, I don’t want you to interfere."

Mo Qianhui pursed her lips, knowing that her son had always been decisive from a young age; she couldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted to do.

"Then promise me you will always protect yourself and not worry me again, understand?"

"I understand, Mom!" Jiang Qingtian replied and turned his head to the side to look at Afong and Ah Kang, who had been staying by his side. Then he raised a smile, "You guys are alright, right?"

Yesterday was the most dangerous mission they had ever completed. Facing the fierce rioters, they all had their nerves stretched taut.

Afong and Ah Kang stepped forward and then shook their heads, "We are fine. It’s great that you woke up, Captain. Miss Qin’s medical skills are too good. If it weren’t for her, we still don’t know..."

Ah Kang elbowed Afong sharply in the shoulder and motioned him to shut up. The captain had just woken up, and there was no need to say things that would dampen spirits.

Jiang Qingtian, hearing their conversation, immediately felt elated, "What did you say? Qin Qin, was it she who saved me?"

Before he became unconscious, he indeed had asked them to find Qin Qin if anything happened to him. Could it be they truly found her to save him?

Mo Qianhui was somewhat displeased, her son’s reaction was somewhat abnormal—could he really like that girl named Qin Qin? No, it can’t be, even if that girl is capable, how could she be a match for her son? Only the daughters of the prestigious families in Jingdu City are fit for her son, not some girl from a third-tier city like Chuandu City.

"Where is she?" Jiang Qingtian propped himself up, and Mo Qianhui’s expression changed as she immediately pressed him down, inwardly blaming Qin Qin for her son’s impulsiveness—it was all because of her.

"Qingtian, do you realize what you’re doing? Your injury hasn’t healed yet!" Mo Qianhui’s tone was somewhat cold.

"Captain, you better not move, rest well first. Miss Qin hasn’t left yet, Brother Yang and Ah Xing have gone to find her, she might come and see you soon."

Jiang Qingtian also knew he had acted impulsively. Upon hearing that name, he subconsciously wanted to find her. Ever since he returned from Luoyun Mountain, her image would occasionally surface in his mind. But due to an urgent mission, he couldn’t call her or see her. This time, the injury was severe, and the first person he thought of was her. He wanted her to save him, and in his heart, he was absolutely certain she could.

"Mm," Jiang Qingtian lay on the hospital bed, trying to calm his excited emotions.

The door to the sickroom was knocked, and Jiang Qingtian’s expression brightened, hoping it was Qin Qin and Sun Xiyang coming to see him.

Jing Zhiyue’s tall and exquisite figure appeared before everyone, prompting Mo Qianhui to stand up and flash a joyful smile, "Zhiyue, what brings you here?"

In Mo Qianhui’s heart, Jing Zhiyue was actually the perfect choice for a daughter-in-law—not only was she the daughter of the top Jing Family of Jingdu City, but she was also a disciple of the head of the Divine Doctor Sect. Unfortunately, she kept revolving around Mo Yunchen, and even refused to heal others, only attending to Mo Yunchen.

What was so good about that worthless man to make Jing Zhiyue so committed and tireless? Her son was so much better; the captain of the company and a lieutenant colonel, far surpassing that common merchant Mo Yunchen. What was Zhiyue really thinking?

Jing Zhiyue smiled at Mo Qianhui. In her heart, she would marry Mo Yunchen in the future, so she considered herself a peer to Mo Qianhui. Even though Mo Qianhui was technically her elder, she couldn’t bring herself to call her "aunt."

"I came to see Qingtian. I heard he was shot and admitted to the hospital, and I wanted to see how his wound was," said Jing Zhiyue, her smile graceful and enchanting, every move exuding the perfect poise of a daughter from a prestigious family.

Hearing that Jing Zhiyue would treat her son, Mo Qianhui immediately nodded, "Good, good, good, with Zhiyue treating Qingtian, he will definitely recover very quickly."

Jing Zhiyue smiled faintly, her smile peaceful and sweet, yet a trace of impatience flickered in her eyes. If it wasn’t for her desire to gauge the ability of that girl, she wouldn’t have considered treating Jiang Qingtian. In her life, she only wished to treat Yunchen.

Although Jiang Qingtian was somewhat reluctant to have Jing Zhiyue look at him, he held his tongue at the sight of his mother’s gaze.

Jing Zhiyue stepped forward and directly unwrapped the bandage from Jiang Qingtian’s wound. Upon seeing the perfect stitches and the dark color of the golden sore medicine on the wound, Jing Zhiyue’s expression turned cold.

This golden sore medicine emitted a familiar scent, even more potent than what she knew. In just one night, Jiang Qingtian’s wound had already started to heal.

She believed that not even she or that person could produce such an effective golden sore medicine, capable of healing such a deep wound overnight.

The scent was strikingly familiar though the golden sore medicine was not the same. Could it be that person? No, impossible, she had already died by her own hand, she couldn’t possibly be alive, let alone in this world.

Who could have possibly saved Jiang Qingtian? She knew she could have saved him, but not with such perfect stitching and medicine this potent.

Of course, Jing Zhiyue didn’t know that this golden sore medicine was a product of the Medicine Realm, containing Spiritual Energy and Spirit Stream Water, which explained its extraordinary effectiveness.