Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

Feng Ye supported him, slightly anxious as he spoke, "Right, Master Chen, you really can’t go in, but I can go in for you; I’ve inhaled the least poison..."

"It’s impossible..."

"There’s nothing impossible." Feng Ye interrupted Mo Fan, staring at her, "Can you promise me one thing?"

Mo Fan fell silent for a moment, "You say..."

Feng Ye’s eyes shimmered, "If I come out alive, will you marry me?"

Mo Fan: "...With the situation like this, you’re still thinking about that..."

"Why can’t I think about it? If you agree, maybe I’ll have a bit more will to survive and walk out..."

"Okay, okay, I agree... If you come out alive, I’ll marry you, but if you don’t make it... I’ll marry someone else..." Mo Fan was a bit impatient, but her heart pounded intensely.

"Based on what you said, I must come out alive!" Feng Ye was so happy he nearly took off flying, hugging her tightly, whispering, "No matter what happens to Sister Yue, I will bring her out..."

I can’t let her be buried underground like that...

"Okay." Mo Fan’s lips quivered slightly, all her words caught in her throat.

Feng Ye entered, and everyone resumed waiting.

Xiao Chen clenched his fists, speaking in a deep voice, "Arrange for drone surveillance; as soon as they’re found, immediately arrange for people to go in and rescue them, call Fei Canqing’s medical team over!"

"Yes! Chairman Fei is already on his way." Fu Pan signaled to someone behind him, and a miniature drone immediately flew in, capturing the situation clearly.

Xiao Chen and Mo Fan both focused on the screen. Feng Ye hadn’t reached the vault yet, but his physical condition still seemed manageable.

Throughout his journey, Feng Ye felt the air had less poison—had Sister Yue succeeded?!

He quickened his steps, running deeper until he finally reached the vault door, his right hand heavily landed on the doorknob. He pushed the door open and quickly shut it.

He hadn’t gone far when he tripped, only to see Yun Yue lying unconscious on the ground.

"Sister Yue!"

Feng Ye hurriedly checked her carotid artery; it was still pulsating. He swiftly lifted her up, glanced at the gas valves on ten poison cans, and shut them...

Without any hesitation, he carried Yun Yue desperately running out!

In the video, Feng Ye’s figure exited; Xiao Chen suddenly stood up, more anxious than ever.

He didn’t believe in Buddha or any religion, but at that moment, he prayed to Buddha, to God, hoping she could still be alive...

Feng Ye nearly fell several times, almost dropping Yun Yue. He held on tight, getting hurt himself but ensuring she was unscathed.

Xiao Chen and Mo Fan couldn’t care less, donning gas masks and rushing in; Xiao Chen caught Yun Yue from Feng Ye’s arms.

Xiao Chen’s brow furrowed, looking at the pale, feeble person under the mask, tightening his arms, desperately running out!

"Where is Fei Canqing?!"

Once outside, he roared.

"He’s here, he’s here." Fei Canqing ran over quickly, barely catching his breath when he was stopped by Xiao Chen’s cold, threatening gaze, holding his breath.

Xiao Chen holding the person tightly, threateningly said, "Save her! If she lives, you live; if she dies, you die!"

Fei Canqing’s body instantly broke out in cold sweat—had this kid lost his mind, daring to threaten him!

He huffed coldly, lowering his head to examine Yun Yue, but as soon as he saw her face, he knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the ground, making even Mo Fan wince in sympathy.

"Master..." Fei Canqing muttered, "How could this be? What happened to her?!"

Everyone’s attention was on Yun Yue, and they didn’t catch his quiet murmur of "Master."

"He’s been poisoned, chemical virus..." Xiao Chen was filled with panic, hurriedly grabbing him and asking, "Can it be cured?!"

Fei Canqing quickly examined her condition and then administered a few injections. He stood up, his complexion slightly pale and unusually frantic, "Quick! To the base!"

The nurses tried to lift Yun Yue onto the stretcher, but Xiao Chen pushed them away and tightly embraced the person in his arms as they got into the vehicle.

The city hospital wasn’t far from Jing University, and the roads were clear, allowing unobstructed passage. They arrived in less than ten minutes.

Fei Canqing didn’t care that they weren’t from the Medical Organization and let Xiao Chen and the other two follow in.

"Put her on the bed and rinse her body with clean water. Shanglin, prepare for surgery!"

"Yes!" Qin Shanglin immediately went to prepare surgical supplies.

Xiao Yisha stood in the back, nearly bursting into laughter.

No wonder Uncle Fu had him stay at the Medical Organization base, it was for this very reason!

With her here, there’s no hope of saving Yun Yue!

"Sister, come with me quickly!" Seeing Xiao Yisha standing idly, Qin Shanglin hurriedly dragged her to help.

Mo Fan watched Xiao Yisha’s retreating figure, suspecting she might be harboring malicious intent. He was absolutely not going to let her interfere with the boss’s treatment, turning his head to say to Feng Ye, "Stay here and watch, I’m going to go see if there’s anything I can help with."

Feng Ye nodded slightly, "Go on."

Mo Fan followed after him. In the equipment room, Qin Shanglin was busy beyond measure. Xiao Yisha, on the other hand, stood idly by, the corners of her eyes betraying a gleam of malevolence.

"Sister, stop dazing about. Get all those antibody medications ready..."

"Yes, Brother," Xiao Yisha responded, her lips curling up slightly.

Mixing these medications together, let’s see how Yun Yue can use them.

She picked up a bottle from the rack, unscrewed the cap, and while Qin Shanglin wasn’t looking, she poured it into another bottle.

Mo Fan knew she wasn’t up to any good. The moment she opened the cap, he walked over and firmly grabbed her right hand, the one she was using to pour the medicine, squinting his eyes, "You’ve got some nerve!"

Good thing she secretly followed here or the boss could have been killed!

"Let go, let go! I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Xiao Yisha struggled in vain against his grip, glaring fiercely at him!

"Alright then!" Mo Fan sneered coldly, released his hand, and with a push, slammed her violently against the wall. He strode forward, drew a gun, and pressed it against her head, revealing a rarely seen ferocity, "You could die a hundred times and it wouldn’t equal the boss’s life!"

Blood trickled from Xiao Yisha’s forehead; her mind went blank, only to realize a chilling gun rested against the back of her head.

A bone-chilling cold ran from her feet to her hair, her whole body trembling in fear.

"What... what do you want to do? You can’t kill me, I’m from the Xiao Family..." she started threatening Mo Fan, genuinely frightened.

She was Charming Fox from the Golden Net, and killing was part of her routine.

"So what if you’re from the Xiao Family? As long as you dare harm the boss, even if it’s Xiao Chen, I would still kill!" Mo Fan yanked her hair, wishing he could strip her bare.

Xiao Yisha screamed in pain.

"What’s going on, what’s going on?" Qin Shanglin ran out and saw Xiao Yisha’s painfully contorted, malevolent face, turning pale from the fright.

Her gaze was terrifying!

Like a malevolent devil!

Mo Fan glanced at him, his tone warning, "This has nothing to do with you, go prepare the surgical supplies."

Qin Shanglin: "...Alright."

Although he didn’t know what his sister had done to provoke her into pointing a gun at her, his intuition told him it was his sister’s fault!