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Chapter 93 Knock Uncle Out

Wenwen's body reacted faster than her brain; upon hearing the sound, she immediately rushed out the door.

Those near the west wing felt a gust of wind blow past the door, and the figure drifted away.

Wenwen quickly appeared in the front hall.

The front hall was indeed a bit messy at that moment.

The stool was kicked over and several people surrounded Wen Qiyuan.

Wen Qiyuan lay on the ground, his face flushed, his forehead covered in sweat, his limbs twitching, a cloth stuffed in his mouth, and faint roars could still be heard.

Uncle Ye reassured him, "It's alright, it's alright, it's just a normal reaction to the medication. Let's lift him onto the bed."

Wen Yuanqian looked very worried. "Xiao Chuan, how long will this reaction take?"

"It depends on the individual's reaction. It will take some time for the pain to subside and the toxins to be expelled."

Soon, the people from the west wing also gathered in the front hall.

Wen Chengmo (8 years old, Wen Qiyuan's youngest son, fifth in his family) ran over, grabbed Wen Yuanqian's hand, and asked anxiously, "Grandfather, my father, he, he..."

The child's eyes were brimming with tears, and he couldn't even finish a sentence.

Wen Yuanqian patted the child's shoulder, "Wulang, your father is being treated. Your uncle is here, so everything will be alright. Be good and come back to the house with your grandmother."

"Madam, you should all go back to your rooms and continue with your business. There's nothing here."

"I'm not going back inside; I'll stay here with my father."

Wen Chengmo willfully shook off Wen Yuanqian's hand, automatically moved closer to Wen Wen, and grabbed her hand tightly.

"My fifth sister and I are here."

Wenwen immediately looked down and met Wen Chengmo's gaze.

His eyes seemed to say, "Why did you drag me into this?"

The child said with a sob in his voice, "I will listen to my fifth sister."

Wenwen had a headache; how did this child know she didn't want to go back to her room either?

However, the fifth brother had always been very obedient since childhood, and this time he refused to go back to the house no matter what. His stubbornness puzzled not only her, but also everyone else.

She still remembered when she first got into the prison van, it was this little boy in front of her who said he would protect her. He was such a sweet little boy, how could he suddenly throw a tantrum?

Just waiting in the lobby isn't going to work; we need to find a solution.

Coercion, bribery, pandering to their preferences, or addressing the root cause.

Wenwen, quick-witted as ever, actually came up with a solution.

She crouched down and whispered something into Wen Chengmo's ear.

After hearing this, the child blinked his big eyes, tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Fifth Sister, is this really true?"

"Really, Fifth Sister doesn't lie."

Wenwen was practically swearing an oath with all five fingers raised.

Wen Chengmo also had his own judgment. After thinking it over, he stood up and said, "I will listen to Fifth Sister and go back to my room to work hard."

After the child finished speaking, he hurried away.

Wen Chengmo's dramatic transformation aroused the curiosity of everyone in the front hall.

Wen Chengbin asked on behalf of everyone, "What did your sister say to this boy? Why does he listen to you so much?"

Wenwen waved her hand at him haughtily, "Guess, hehehe..."

"Uh."

Wen Chengbin was successfully choked.

"Mmm, oh, ho..."

Wen Qiyuan was placed on the couch, trembling all over, with veins bulging on his forehead. He was curled up in a ball with his back hunched over as another wave of pain hit him.

A grown man wouldn't make such a sound unless he was in unbearable pain.

Wenwen felt pain just looking at it and couldn't bear it.

Her mouth moved faster than her brain: "Why not just knock Uncle unconscious, so he won't have to suffer?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room turned to look at her.

For every person who agrees, there will be someone who disagrees.

"I can see it."

"That's a terrible idea, no way!"

"Whether it works or not is up to the doctor to decide."

Ye Jingchuan was pushed forward to take the blame, saying, "I think we need to consult the patient's wishes."

In the end, it was the patient himself—Wen Qiyuan—who reluctantly nodded in agreement.

The person who carried out the order was still Dr. Ye.

With the person's consent, Ye Jingchuan swiftly and decisively delivered a chop to the neck.

Wen Qiyuan was suddenly struck by this blow. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Soon, his breathing gradually became steady, and he even started snoring softly.

"Second brother, he's finally asleep. This guy still has a lot of energy in his hands and feet."

Wen Qilin patted his arms and hands, and said jokingly, "That's right, he didn't even hold back when he was poisoned. Once he gets better, we'll beat him up and that'll be the end of it."

That's exactly what I meant.

"Hehe, hehe..."

The commotion in the front hall subsided.

Wen Yuanqian stroked his beard. "We really have to thank Xiao Chuan. I hope there will be good news after I wake up."

"Grandpa Wen, you flatter me. We're family, so let's not be so formal."

"Grandfather, I have some good news to share."

"Oh?"

Wen Yuanqian looked at Wen Wen with anticipation.

A freshly printed copy of the book on peeling away the old cover was shoved into Wen Yuanqian's hands.

"Grandfather, take a look."

This book was completed in a rush, with inconsistent font sizes, a lack of cohesion, and substandard illustrations. However, the layout is reasonable, making it relatively easy to read, and overall it is in no way inferior to a bound book.

Anyway, Wenwen was very satisfied.

"How about it, Grandfather, give us your opinion."

Wen Yuanqian flipped through the book, becoming more and more excited as he read on. Based on his years of experience in martial arts, he believed that this technique was unparalleled. With diligent practice, it could truly become a unique skill in time.

Wenwen, of course, had no idea what her grandfather was thinking.

She just wanted to share good things.

After Wen Yuanqian finished reading it, he slapped the table and praised, "Good, this deserves a reward."

"A reward?" Wenwen stared wide-eyed.

Wen Qikang suddenly stood up and reminded him, "Father, we're in exile, what kind of reward are we going to give? It's not realistic."

Wen Yuanqian's mood immediately changed upon being reminded, "Oh, Father is getting old and forgetful."

In Wenwen's view, the exile was just an ordeal for the Wen family. As long as they got through it, the Wen family would be transformed.

"It's alright, our family will eventually be able to enjoy the fruits of our labor again."

Wenwen couldn't bear to see the old man sad, so she tried different ways to comfort him.

"Grandfather, let's get back to this cultivation method."

"Yes, yes, this is indeed important. Dalang, you two take a look at each other."

Wen Qilin took the copy of the cultivation technique, flipped through it briefly, and passed it on to the next person.

There are a dozen or so people in the front hall. Passing a book around and having each person flip through it takes time.

The last person to read the book was Wen Chengbin, who handed it to Ye Jingchuan beside him after he finished reading it.

"Uncle, here you go."

Ye Jingchuan hesitated, unsure whether to accept the call or not.

In principle, family techniques are not passed on to outsiders. Although the Wen family recognizes him as a member of the family, he needs to have a sense of boundaries.

"I think I'll pass on this; it's not really appropriate."

Wen Yuanqian neither confirmed nor denied it, saying, "Xiao Chuan, you might find this useful."

Wenwen still needed his help, so how could he refuse?

"Uncle, do you remember the earthenware pot? I'd like to order some more."

Ye Jingchuan hesitated for a moment, then thought, "We're all in the same boat, let's just carry this burden together."

After figuring it out, he took the book and began to read it.

Time passed little by little.

Ye Jingchuan turned to the last page, closed the book, and looked up, about to speak.

A sudden, hoarse voice rang out from the front hall.

"Xiao Chuan, let me take a look."