Chapter 928: Chapter 928: Sudden Change! (1)

Yu Yao hurriedly put on his coat, saying as he dressed, “Grandfather, you said the little young master of the Mo family was cured of his aphasia. I believe it must be the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand. I’m going to Mo City to find him! If I can find him, Qingwei will be saved.”

“Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand?” Old Master Yu was surprised, then his expression turned serious. “I’ll go with you.”

A doctor of that caliber was invaluable, especially Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, whose skills went beyond that of any ordinary miracle doctor.

He could snatch lives from the hands of death itself.

Yu Yao nodded. “Alright, I’ll arrange for an extra plane ticket.”

“If we can find Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, there’s hope for Little Nine’s legs too,” Old Master Yu murmured. “And your grandmother’s illness can be cured. This is good news.”

If Old Madam Yu’s illness were cured, she wouldn’t harbor any resentment towards Yu Xiheng, and the family could be happy together.

Yu Yao paused, pressing his lips together.

He had been so focused on Ji Qingwei that he hadn’t considered Yu Xiheng.

If they couldn’t find the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, Ji Qingwei would lose her life, while Yu Xiheng would just remain unable to walk.

If there was only one appointment available, he would still choose to save Ji Qingwei.

A pair of legs couldn’t compare to a life.

Of course, Yu Yao didn’t voice these thoughts. “Grandfather, let’s go.”

Old Master Yu nodded and went to the safe, selecting some valuable gifts to bring along.

Regardless of whether they could secure the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand’s services, they had to be prepared with a proper fee.

**

Meanwhile, in Mo City.

The news of Mo Chuxing’s recovery brought joy to the Mo family, and many expressed their gratitude to Si Fuqing.

Mo Chuxing was the second genius in the Mo family, following Mo Yanwen.

Thanks to Si Fuqing’s help, a genius had been saved from a tragic fate.

“Little one, sister has to leave now.” Si Fuqing squatted down, patting Mo Chuxing’s head and handing him a few talismans. “When I have time, I’ll come back to see you. If you miss me, ask the great elder to teach you how to use Weibo.”

Mo Chuxing looked at the great elder.

The great elder sighed. “… I’ll teach you?”

He didn’t even know how to use it himself!

After bidding farewell to everyone, Si Fuqing picked up her luggage and got into the car.

Mo Chuxing coughed twice, speaking maturely to Yu Xiheng. “She patted my head.”

Yu Xiheng responded indifferently, “I can pat her head.”

Mo Chuxing’s face darkened immediately.

Given his height, he couldn’t even reach Si Fuqing’s head by jumping.

He ran off, not wanting to talk to anyone.

The great elder: “…”

Mo Yanwen: “…”

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that Emperor Yin would bicker with a child.

But seeing Emperor Yin in this light made him seem more human.

Seeing him able to be himself 1,500 years later made the great elder happy.

Recalling the countless wars and bloody numbers in the history books, the great elder’s eyes reddened, and he turned away to wipe his eyes.

“Hopefully, when Your Majesty returns, we’ll hear good news,” Mo Yanwen smiled. “Safe travels, Your Majesty.”

Yu Xiheng smiled slightly. “Hopefully.”

He got into the car, and Chen Ying started the engine, driving away.

After his moment of sentiment, the great elder suddenly noticed the plane still parked in the Mo family’s private airfield. He exclaimed, “Hey, why is the plane still here? How are they leaving?”

Feng San replied instinctively, “Miss Si thought Brother Nine was too extravagant, so they bought budget plane tickets yesterday. It’s not peak season, so the tickets, including fuel, were only three hundred.”

The great elder: “…”

After a few seconds, he replied dazedly, “Good-good habit.”

Si Fuqing had indeed dragged Yu Xiheng to buy plane tickets after learning about the high fuel and maintenance costs of the private jet.

With her strategic planning, they had secured budget tickets.

Saving money always gave Si Fuqing a sense of joy.

Yu Xiheng let her put a mask, hat, and other disguises on him.

“I don’t want to draw too much attention,” Si Fuqing muttered. “Only your eyes can be exposed.”

Once finished, she stepped back to admire her work.

Yu Xiheng looked at her, his eyes a light amber, with beautiful phoenix-like shapes, calm like a clear spring, yet possessing a strong presence that drew people in.

Si Fuqing sighed, “… You should cover your eyes too.”

Troublemaker.

In ancient times, this face could cause wars between two feudal lords.

Yu Xiheng chuckled softly. “You make a good point, lady.”