"Dawn, why are you back so early?"

Suddenly, a somewhat elderly woman's voice rang out.

Then, there was a fit of violent coughing.

"There weren't many people today, so I got off work early. Grandma, are you feeling any better? Hurry and eat your meal, or else it won't taste good once it gets cold."

Dawn said with a smile.

"You silly girl, why did you buy food from outside? The money spent on this meal could have bought enough groceries for us to eat for two meals."

The old woman sighed and lamented, followed by another bout of violent coughing.

Dawn hurriedly patted the old woman's back, smiling as she said:

"Isn't today your birthday, Grandma? Besides, I did well at work today, and got a bonus from the boss."

The old woman waved her hand weakly and said:

"Grandma is old, already halfway to the grave, what birthday is there to celebrate! Child, you mustn't waste money. Grandma doesn't know how much longer she can live, and when I'm gone, you'll have to rely on yourself to live well!"

After saying this, the old woman opened the lunch box and handed it to Dawn, saying:

"You'd better cook me some congee! This is too greasy, Grandma can't eat it, you eat it!"

Hearing this, Zhou Hanyun's face was already full of tears.

She wanted to go in, but Yang Yan held her back.

Seeing Yang Yan shaking his head, Zhou Hanyun didn't say anything more, and just stood outside the door.

"Grandma, I've already eaten at the company. Please eat! Burp—see, I'm so full."

Dawn said this while deliberately burping.

As Dawn finished speaking, the old woman began coughing violently again.

This time it was even more intense than before, and she couldn't catch her breath for a while.

Seeing this, Dawn hurriedly stood up and gently patted the old woman's back to help her breathe.

But, just as Dawn wanted to say something, the old woman suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and then fainted.

"Grandma!"

Dawn was stunned by the sudden situation and shouted anxiously at the old woman.

Hearing this, Zhou Hanyun couldn't hold back anymore.

She broke free from Yang Yan's embrace and rushed in.

The roughly ten-square-meter room was filled with pots and bowls, with the smell of traditional medicine lingering in the air.

In the far end, by the bridge pile, there was a very shabby bed.

The cotton inside was showing in several places, and the sheets' original color was mostly indistinguishable.

At this moment, the frail Dawn was anxiously holding the old woman, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Let me do it!"

Yang Yan walked over and said.

He had somehow acquired a palm-sized rectangular box.

Dawn looked at him suspiciously and stood there in a daze.

Yang Yan spoke as gently as possible:

"Let me do it, don't worry, I'm a doctor, I can save her. Otherwise, I'm afraid it'll be too late!"

Hearing Yang Yan's words, Dawn hesitated slightly but finally nodded softly, handing the unconscious old woman to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan carefully laid the old woman back to rest and took a silver needle from his box, inserting it into the Baihui point on the old woman's head.

Immediately, the old woman, who was previously slumped over, let out a long moan and began to breathe more smoothly, though she still didn't wake up.

"Sir..."

Dawn was about to say something, but Yang Yan gently shook his head, then picked up a second silver needle...

As a total of seven silver needles were inserted into the seven major acupoints of the old woman, her formerly pale face turned rosy.

After waiting for about ten seconds, the old woman's eyelids fluttered lightly, and she faintly regained consciousness.

She first looked at Yang Yan and then at Zhou Hanyu beside him, puzzledly saying:

"Who are you two?"

Noticing Dawn's pleading gaze, Yang Yan said:

"It's like this, ma'am. We were looking for a house at Dawn's workplace, and Dawn was assisting us. We were supposed to see the house tomorrow, but we got a bit impatient and followed her over."

After hearing Yang Yan's words, the puzzled expression on the old woman's face vanished, and she turned to scold Dawn:

"You silly girl, just handle what you need to do first, why come back! Grandma can manage."

"Grandma, are you... alright?"

Dawn, grateful, glanced at Yang Yan, then turned with concern towards the old woman.

"It's nothing, just feeling very sleepy."

The old woman said weakly.

"If you're sleepy, you should rest for a while."

Dawn said.

"Alright, take them to see the house first. We can't keep our guests waiting."

The old woman waved her hand, urging.

"Okay! Got it. You rest first, I'll just take them over."

Dawn knew the old woman's temperament. If she didn't say this, the old woman probably wouldn't rest today.

After leaving the room, Dawn carefully closed the door, then gave Yang Yan a deep bow, gratefully saying:

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

"Uh... how do you know my last name is Yang?"

Yang Yan asked, somewhat surprised.

"I heard you speaking with Hong at the company earlier. Mr. Yang, is my grandma going to be alright?"

Dawn explained, then anxiously asked again.

Thinking of her grandma, Yang Yan couldn't help but furrow his brow.

He hesitated for a moment but decided to speak the truth:

"I'm sorry, I've done my best. The old lady has at most two hours left."

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Dawn's face changed, and immediately her body shook violently, collapsing to the ground.

Zhou Hanyun quickly helped her up.

Once standing again, Dawn knelt in front of Yang Yan:

"Please, Mr. Yang, save my grandma. I beg you!"

She said this while continuously kowtowing to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan smiled wryly and pulled her up:

"This isn't an illness; it's just the end of her natural lifespan. The lamp is running out of oil, and no one can save her."

After hearing Yang Yan's words, Dawn bowed to him again, then turned and walked dejectedly back into the room.

She sat dazedly by the sleeping old woman, holding her hand, with tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

Seeing this, Yang Yan and Zhou Hanyun quietly retreated to give her some private space.

"Is there really nothing that can be done?"

Zhou Hanyun looked at Yang Yan, biting her lip as she asked.

"Some things cannot be forced." Yang Yan shook his head gently, "Even if I forcibly extend her life, it would ultimately do her more harm than good. You must know that life is destined. If you go against the will of Heaven, there will surely be consequences."

He had seen many instances of parting and loss.

He had indeed resurrected people before, but those were cases where the person died an untimely death, and the cost wasn't too great.

In this old woman's case, it was clear that her natural life span had reached its end.

Not only could Yang Yan not do it, but even if he could, he wouldn't attempt it.

He knew better than anyone the cost of defying destiny.

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