Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

The two government officials who had been following her seemed to be underlings of Qian Faliang?

“Not good!”

In an instant, Qi Yue’s blood surged, and she grabbed the firewood chopping knife from the ground and headed outside.

In the stable, Qian Faliang’s long whip struck out, ensnaring Zhao Shuangxue on the other side.

The crossbow in Zhao Xiyan’s hand instantly lost its deterrent power.

Shen Yu rushed to the rescue but was also captured.

Finally, several government officials sneered as they approached Zhao Xiyan.

Shen Yu started screaming in despair.

“Yanyan—”

She knew that her pure and innocent son, once taken out of this stable, would surely not survive.

Who will save him!

Save her poor son!

Suddenly, the wall of the stable behind them collapsed with a loud crash.

Amidst the dust and heavy rain, the robust figure of Qi Yue appeared.

“Who dares to touch him!?”

Her round face quivered, her slightly oversized clothes fluttered in the storm, carrying an irrepressible fury that whipped up a fierce wind inside the stable.

The firewood chopping knife in her hand glinted with a chilling cold light, and the tip still bore traces of crimson blood.

This woman could kill!

The hands of several government officials involuntarily halted.

“Who dares to touch him?”

Another chilling roar echoed!

The government officials faltered, stepping back one after another!

Even Qian Faliang was startled by the sight of Qi Yue, and for a moment, he thought he saw the late Qi Yunzhang.

Standing with a blade, commanding respect from foes.

However, this fear was momentary.

To him, Qi Yunzhang was already a dead man, and Qi Yue was merely a woman.

“Qi Yue, do you realize what you are doing? I am a deputy commander specially appointed by the Imperial Court, do you dare disrespect me?”

Qi Yue snorted disdainfully.

“Deputy commander, hold off on your complaints, there’s ample time for you to speak!”

She advanced towards Zhao Xiyan, blade in hand, checking that his clothes were still neat and his face mask intact, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that she had made it in time.

If Zhao Xiyan had been taken from this place, regardless of what had occurred, given his nature, he would have certainly ended his own life.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” the eyes behind Zhao Xiyan’s mask shimmered with a different light, “Yueyue, father has coughed up blood, you need to check on him quickly…”

This address as Yueyue made her heart tremble.

Having been called that by countless individuals in two lifetimes, none had made her feel as weak at heart as at this moment.

Qi Yue steadied her wavering spirit and reached for Zhao Yongzhe’s wrist.

“Alright. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to Dad.”

The rush of blood to the head was extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, he had been drinking Spiritual Spring Water for some time, significantly improving his physical condition, making recovery a matter of minutes.

Qi Yue reached into her sleeve into space, retrieving a silver needle from the medicine cabinet.

With swift movements, she inserted six needles each into Zhao Yongzhe’s skull and chest.

Her plump hand flicked at Zhao Yongzhe’s collarbone hollow, causing the six needles in his chest to suddenly tremble collectively.

She then applied the same technique to the forehead, causing the six needles on the head to also incessantly tremble.

After three breaths, all twelve silver needles simultaneously stopped, as if frozen.

The people in the stable were stunned.

Zhao Xiyan, who was closest, was especially bewildered.

Who was she?

Even if she had learned medical skills from her family’s nanny, she was still just a 16-year-old girl.

Such an expert needling technique seemed as if she had practiced for more than 20 years.

Watching a clearly astonished yet pretending to be composed Zhao Xiyan, Qi Yue slightly curled her lips.

Let them be suspicious; she had never planned to live her life confined to others’ expectations.

Qi Yue, no matter where she was, had to be herself.

Stabilizing her mind, she struck again like lightning, instantly drawing twelve silver needles into her palm.

The Twelve Ghost Gate Needles were uniquely created by her mother and had saved hundreds of people from the brink of death.

The practitioner of this technique had to combine it with a Qigong Technique, pulling the needles out simultaneously to maximize the effects of the silver needles.

She had been practicing since she was three years old.

Over twenty years, her hands had been beaten to pulp countless times by her mother.

Sure enough, just as she withdrew the silver needles into her sleeve, Zhao Yongzhe suddenly sat up.

“Yanyan, Yanyan…”

By his side, Zhao Xiyan hastily grabbed his hand, “Dad, I’m here, I’m fine.”

Shen Yu also rushed over, calling out “Husband.”

The over three hundred exiles at Mapengli were all stunned.

“General Qi’s daughter knows medical skills?”

“Had I known earlier, I wouldn’t have just stood by; I could have earned some favor.”

“It’s not certain; what if she had been… killed when she rushed out, could she have saved him then?”

“….”

Beiyuan’s medical skills were relatively primitive, with few practitioners generally serving the royal family.

Ordinary people had no access to medical consultation.

Once sick, they either spent their family’s wealth on a witch doctor or simply waited for death.

These former nobles from the Capital City were accustomed to commanding medical officers; the beatings on the road had already left them in unbearable pain.

Seeing Qi Yue’s distinguished medical skills, their hearts filled with hope.

Ignoring Qian Faliang’s presence, they started discussing among themselves.

“Shut up! You lowlifes!”

Felt neglected, Qian Faliang bellowed.

He gripped his whip, charged into the crowd, and lashed ferociously.

Screams and wails of pain rose and fell, yet Qi Yue appeared as if she heard nothing, simply watching silently.

It was not until the whip flew towards the Zhao Family that she moved.

With just a light tug, Qian Faliang’s whip ended in her hand.

Ew, how filthy!

Yet, compared to that, she preferred not to touch Qian Faliang’s disgusting body with her hands.

Qi Yue frowned slightly and flicked the whip straight towards Qian Faliang’s neck.

“Qi Yue, you dare!”

Qian Faliang’s mouth fell agape as the whip coiled around his neck, tightening bit by bit.

“What wouldn’t I dare? As for you, Vice Commander, you seem to lack confidence in your words!”

Qi Yue fiercely dragged Qian Faliang to the ground and stepped on his shoulder.

“Dad, mom, Zhao Xiyan, you probably don’t want to hear this beast’s apology, right?”

All three silently shook their heads.

This great shame could not be washed away by blood alone; how could a simple apology suffice!

Qi Yue’s lips curved in satisfaction, and she raised the firewood chopping knife, poised to strike down.

“Wait a moment!”

A loud shout rang out, and Guan Yidao arrived hurriedly with a Government Official.

“Girl Qi, do you realize what you are doing?”

Qi Yue habitually raised her eyebrows, which caused half of her round face to tremble.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m avenging a grievance!”

Guan Yidao’s expression looked severe.

He really hadn’t misunderstood this friend’s daughter, completely akin to Qi Yunzhang in temperament.

Similar in ruthlessness and vindictiveness, yet valuing loyalty and justice.

But upon recalling that she protected the Zhao Family to safely send them to the Place of Exile, then pursued a divorce paper, Guan Yidao mentally struck out the words ‘loyalty and justice’ from his assessment.

Selfish! Utterly devoid of humanity!

“You can’t kill him!”

“Oh, and why not?” Qi Yue’s foot remained firmly on Qian Faliang without moving.

“Had I not returned in time, the one without a life now would have been Zhao Xiyan. Therefore, he must die.”

As she spoke, she pressed the firewood chopping knife harder into Qian Faliang’s neck.