Chapter 121: Saving Her? Impossible
“Big brother, please, don’t say any more. It was terrifying! This wilderness… it’s not a place for humans to live!”
Yu Xiaoxuan’s voice trembled as he spoke. He was still shaken from what had just happened, and Liu Mingxia, watching him, felt his heart race in fear.
“Second Young Master Yu, don’t just talk about how scary it was—how is everyone? Is anyone injured?”
Hearing this, Yu Xiaoxuan’s face turned grim. His eyes turned red, and his voice choked up as he tried to speak.
“Don’t act like a coward! What happened? Are Father and Mother okay? Stop scaring me!”
Yu Xiaoran grabbed Yu Xiaoxuan’s shoulders, his own heart pounding wildly with anxiety.
“Little sister… she… she…”
“What happened to Yingying?! Say it already!”
Yu Xiaoran’s nerves were on edge. Seeing his younger brother struggle to speak made his heart sink further.
“She… she fell from the tree. A beast… a beast bit off her leg!”
Yu Xiaoran froze.
“Big brother, Father sent me to get you. Everyone is still waiting. The ground is covered with beast corpses, and if we don’t leave soon, we’ll attract even more of them!”
Yu Xiaoxuan wiped his tears, urging Yu Xiaoran to return with him quickly.
Liu Mingxia, standing to the side, felt his heart drop at the mention of injuries. He wanted to ask about his own family, but seeing the Yu brothers in such distress, he swallowed his words.
But before he could even collect himself, Yu Xiaoxuan suddenly turned on him, his red eyes glaring with hatred.
“This is all your fault! If it weren’t for you Bai and Liu families following us, Father and I wouldn’t have been so distracted! My sister wouldn’t have fallen! She wouldn’t be crippled for life!
And you—Liu Mingxia—your shamelessness is worse than a stray dog’s!”
Liu Mingxia was stunned.
“I… I…”
He tried to defend himself, but his tongue felt tied.
When it came to life and death, when his family’s survival was at stake, did it really matter if he had begged, if he had followed Yu Zhengqing?
Even if it meant losing his dignity, he would have done it to save them.
“Xiaoxuan, stay rational! We’re all in this together. You can’t blame Uncle Liu for this! Let’s go back first.”
“Hmph! A bunch of useless burdens. And I can’t even say anything about it?”
Even though Yu Xiaoran’s words calmed him slightly, Yu Xiaoxuan still carried his resentment.
By the time the brothers returned, Yu Yingying was still unconscious. Her wound was still bleeding, and Yu Zhengqing was kneeling in front of Ye Jiamei, begging her to save his daughter.
Ye Jiamei, of course, despised Yu Yingying. But thinking about how Yu Zhengqing had protected their family along the way, she at least checked the injury. However, actually treating Yu Yingying? Impossible.
After all, Yu Yingying wasn’t just temporarily arrogant—she was rotten to the core.
The moment Ye Jiamei saw the mangled leg, she flinched.
The flesh was torn apart, the bones shattered, and only a few strips of skin connected what remained of the limb.
As a surgeon in her past life, Ye Jiamei had treated car accident victims with injuries just as gruesome—if not worse.
She quickly regained her composure, but inwardly, she marveled at how karma worked.
Evil people would always get what they deserved.
Yu Yingying was no exception.
Yu Zhengqing had fought desperately to snatch his daughter from the jaws of death. If he hadn’t used acupressure to stop the bleeding, she would have already died from blood loss.
But the truth was undeniable—she would never walk again.
Unless there was some miracle medicine that could regenerate flesh, tendons, and bone, there was no hope for her leg.
Ye Jiamei smirked inwardly.
How would the arrogant, spoiled Yu Yingying react when she woke up and realized she would be crippled forever? Would she die from sheer rage?
“Ye Jiamei, I beg you, please save Yingying! We’ve already suffered enough! I know you resent our household, but please, don’t take it out on my daughter. If you save her, you’ll be blessed with great fortune!”
Chang Huilan sobbed uncontrollably, falling to her knees in front of Ye Jiamei.
She didn’t care about the blood-stained corpses surrounding them. She didn’t care about the freezing ground beneath her. She only cared about her daughter.
On the sidelines, Lady Lan clutched her children tightly, trembling as she stared at Yu Yingying’s mangled limb.
She was terrified.
Would they blame her for this?
Would they say that if she had just given up her shoes, Yu Yingying wouldn’t have fallen?
Fear tightened around her throat.
She had lived as a concubine long enough to know—when it came to blame, the weak always bore the brunt of it.
Meanwhile, Old Madam Chen, after her initial wailing, had gone completely silent.
Her expression was unreadable, and even Yu Luo couldn’t figure out what was going on in her mind.
“Please, I beg you!” Chang Huilan’s head banged against the ground as she knelt, her voice hoarse from crying.
“Get up,” Ye Jiamei said coldly. “Begging me won’t change anything. The damage is done. Her bones are shattered. Her tendons are destroyed. There’s only one way to save her life now.”
