"Why is this happening? No, it shouldn't be like this."
Professor Tang and several doctors' pupils dilated, as if they had seen an alien. Their faces were filled with shock, and they couldn't suppress their inner frenzy, shouting.
Shen Lang had the same expression, a look of panic that almost scared him to death.
Sensing something was wrong, Song Shadao disregarded his grief, stood up, and looked towards where Professor Tang and the others were looking. The moment he looked, even Song Shadao, a super expert, was so shocked his eyes widened.
What had happened to cause everyone to wear such shocked expressions?
Shen Lang could answer that question. It was that the moment his right hand grasped his mother's right hand, the display screen of the medical equipment next to them showed activity. Song Qingyi's heart rate, blood pressure, and pulse all returned to normal.
Following that, color rapidly returned to Song Qingyi's face, and her eyes slowly opened.
"This..."
Seeing Song Qingyi wake up, let alone the doctors being scared half to death, even Song Shadao was so frightened he stumbled backward.
They couldn't understand why someone who was clearly dead moments ago was suddenly alive at this moment.
"Shen Lang, your right hand..."
Suddenly, Song Shadao noticed something unusual and exclaimed, looking at Shen Lang's right hand.
Hearing Song Shadao's words, Shen Lang looked surprised and said, "Uncle, what's wrong with my right hand?"
"See for yourself."
Song Shadao said to Shen Lang.
Hearing this, Shen Lang lowered his head to look at his right hand, but at that moment, he was dumbfounded.
Shen Lang discovered that the five fingers of his right hand were emitting green energy, and the energy was continuously pouring into Song Qingyi's body, making Song Qingyi feel better and better.
"This..."
Aside from the Taiyi Divine Needles, Shen Lang understood no other medical techniques. However, Shen Lang firmly believed that no matter how powerful the Taiyi Divine Needles were, they couldn't save a dead person.
In fact, no medical technique in the world could save a dead person, which was why he had been so grief-stricken earlier.
However, Shen Lang couldn't understand what had happened. Why did his right hand suddenly possess this energy that even he couldn't explain? And this energy had actually brought Song Qingyi back to life.
"Shen Lang, why are you here?"
Just as Shen Lang was stunned by what was happening, he noticed that the energy between his five fingers suddenly disappeared, and Song Qingyi had already recovered. She looked at Shen Lang and asked, "Mom, I heard you were bitten by a venomous snake, so I came to see you."
Shen Lang looked at Song Qingyi and said, "Mom, how are you feeling now? Do you have any discomfort?"
Shen Lang's right hand's mysterious energy was something even he didn't know about. He didn't know if there were any side effects after bringing Song Qingyi back to life, so he asked.
"Discomfort?"
Song Qingyi took off her oxygen mask, took a deep breath, and said, "I don't feel any discomfort. I'm very good now, better than before. My whole body feels inexplicably light, and even breathing is much smoother than before."
"Good son, it seems your medical skills are getting more and more superb."
Song Qingyi had fainted after being bitten by a strange venomous snake while weeding, so she was unaware of what had happened later. However, she believed that Shen Lang had saved her.
Thinking that she had been saved by her own son, Song Qingyi became even happier.
"Haha, yes, Qingyi, it was indeed Shen Lang who saved you."
Song Shadao, transitioning from immense grief to immense joy, said, "This kid's medical skills are getting more and more incredible, reaching a level of transcendence and holiness."
"Song Shadao, were you crying just now?"
Hearing Song Shadao's words, Song Qingyi looked at him and noticed his eyes were red, so she asked curiously.
"Crying? Why would I cry?"
Song Shadao scoffed and said, "My eyes were just stimulated by some medicine."
"I thought so."
Song Qingyi understood that her brother was being stubborn and didn't expose him, giving him face.
As a sister, Song Qingyi knew better than anyone how proud her elder brother was, so she always provided him with an escape route.
Seeing that his sister didn't expose him, Song Shadao's mood greatly improved. He said to Song Qingyi, "Qingyi, while you were unconscious just now, I told Shen Lang everything. It's time for you and your son to acknowledge each other."
"Song Shadao, how could you..."
Song Qingyi had always felt that the time was not right for them to acknowledge each other, so despite enduring much suffering, she had been patient. Hearing that Song Shadao had told Shen Lang the truth, Song Qingyi immediately cast a reproachful glance at him.
"Mom—"
Suddenly, Shen Lang's exclamation interrupted Song Qingyi's intended reprimand.
Shen Lang looked at Song Qingyi with gentle eyes and said, "I remember now. I remember everything. All the moments at the Shen family manor, all the moments at the Song family manor, I remember them all."
"I am Shen Qiye, and Shen Qiye is me. Shen Lang and Shen Qiye have always been one person."
Saying this, Shen Lang opened his arms and hugged Song Qingyi, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry I only remembered now."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Song Qingyi was startled. All her waiting had finally culminated in this reunion, and tears welled up in her eyes.
However, these were tears of joy.
Just then, the hospital room door was roughly pushed open.
"Qingyi, I'm here."
A tall, robust man in black, with a weathered and lonely demeanor, walked in. This was Shen Tianjun, who had just rushed over.
However, when Shen Tianjun saw Song Qingyi sitting on the hospital bed, her complexion rosy and no sign of poisoning, he was dumbfounded: How could this be?
"Shen Tianjun?"
Hearing the commotion, Song Qingyi and Song Shadao both looked at Shen Tianjun. The joy on the faces of these siblings instantly vanished, replaced by anger. They spoke in unison, "Why are you here?"
"Shen Tianjun?"
Hearing his mother and uncle's address for the man before him, Shen Lang was surprised. If this man was Shen Tianjun, wouldn't he be his biological father?
Shen Lang carefully examined the man before him. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with fair skin, tall and robust. Although he had a beard, both his appearance and demeanor were remarkably similar to Shen Lang's. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were carved from the same mold.
"Qingyi, upon hearing you were poisoned, I rushed over immediately..."
Shen Tianjun's eyes were sharp and intimidating, like a formidable sword, but when he looked at Song Qingyi, they suddenly softened, and he said.
"Oh, I'm fine now. You can leave."
Song Qingyi looked at Shen Tianjun, not hiding her disgust, and said, "We divorced long ago. We have no relationship. Don't come to disturb me again."