Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 717 - 308 Suffered Retribution_2

She silently walked to her father’s side and stood still.

Yu Fusheng noticed someone approaching and turned his head slightly to glance at her.

His thick brows furrowed even tighter.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioner focused intently while performing acupuncture, sweat gradually forming on his forehead. Another doctor took a tissue and wiped the sweat for him.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Mei Lvge gradually calmed down, no longer muttering nonsense. Her hands became steady, and her breathing grew increasingly even-paced.

The doctor slowly withdrew the needles.

Yu Ruohuan couldn’t hold back and stepped forward to ask, "Doctor, how is my great-grandmother?"

The doctor motioned for silence, putting the silver needles back into their case before finally exiting the bedroom.

Yu Fusheng took one last look at the peacefully sleeping Mei Lvge and followed the doctor out.

The doctor took the tea presented by a servant. He seemed extremely thirsty and finished it in one go.

Wiping his mouth, he said slowly under the expectant gazes of Yu Fusheng and Yu Ruohuan, "The old madam has developed madness."

Yu Fusheng had mentally prepared for this, "My grandmother has always been healthy; how could she suddenly develop madness?"

"This condition is usually caused by imbalances in the body’s organs or external environmental factors. If not treated promptly, it might lead to turmoil, resulting in symptoms such as speaking in gibberish, singing loudly, unpredictable anger, or destructive behavior. Perhaps you should consider whether the old madam has encountered any recent disturbances?"

Yu Fusheng furrowed his brows even deeper and turned his gaze to Wei Zhuhua.

Taking care of his grandmother was her duty.

Wei Zhuhua noticed the reproach in Yu Fusheng’s gaze and sighed internally. "Han Yue."

Han Yue entered the room, sensing the tense atmosphere. She instinctively swallowed hard.

"You have been taking care of the old madam closely. Are you aware of any unusual behavior from her recently?"

Han Yue’s voice trembled unconsciously: "Yes... last night the old madam was perfectly fine. Before sleeping, she told me she wanted to have sugared pancakes in the morning. I even joked with her, saying that for someone her age, she should watch her diet, but she insisted on eating whatever she wanted. The old madam has always gone to bed early, around nine o’clock. After assisting her to bed, I left the room. Around eleven o’clock, I suddenly heard her yelling. It startled me, and I rushed to her room. I saw the old madam holding the Peach Wood Sword and running around the room, muttering nonsense... "

In the past, the old madam had shown similar symptoms, but after that episode, she returned to normal, so Han Yue didn’t think too much about it. After all these years, the old madam occasionally talked in her sleep, but she hadn’t predicted that this episode would come on so fiercely.

Yu Fusheng squinted his eyes: "Has my grandmother exhibited these symptoms for the first time?"

His sharp questioning made Han Yue feel a chill in her chest. She didn’t dare lift her head. The oppressive aura of the family head was overwhelming.

"No... it’s not the first time."

"When did it first happen?"

"Ab... about half a month ago."

"Why didn’t you report it then?"

"The old madam told me not to mention it."

"My grandmother instructed you not to speak about it?"

The pressure was suffocating, making her feel as though she couldn’t catch her breath. Trembling, she replied softly, "The old madam didn’t want anyone to know that she was being plagued by nightmares."

Yu Fusheng glanced at the renowned senior traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. "Madam, please escort Mr. Lin downstairs for rest."

Wei Zhuhua knew Yu Fusheng was deliberately sending her away. Despite dedicating years of service to the Yu family, she was ultimately an outsider. A flicker of sorrow passed through her heart, but she maintained a gentle, generous demeanor befitting the matriarch. "Mr. Lin, please follow me."

Mr. Lin saw through the situation clearly and left the room with the other doctor.

The room was left with only Yu Fusheng, Yu Ruohuan, and Han Yue.

"Speak. There are no outsiders here."

Han Yue’s palms were clammy with sweat. She hesitated briefly, then spoke softly, "At first, the old madam would keep calling out a name in her dreams..."

Yu Ruohuan felt an ominous premonition rise in her heart.

She instinctively pressed further: "What name?"

Han Yue lifted her head to glance at the father and daughter before her: "Sang Ziming."

Yu Ruohuan and Yu Fusheng furrowed their brows simultaneously.

Han Yue quickly added, "Last night, when I rushed over after hearing her cries, the old madam was running around the room wildly with a Peach Wood Sword in her hands, as if chasing someone. She shouted in rage, ’Sang Ziming, you wretched woman! How dare you come here to stir up trouble!’..."

Han Yue recalled the scene, her heart filling with horror.

There was one thing she had concealed—she didn’t tell them that the old madam also shouted something terrifying: "I’ve already sought a mage to cast spells on you, condemning you to the eighteenth level of hell, never to reincarnate, cursing your bloodline to meet tragic ends. Yet you dare come to find me? I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"