Chapter Sixty-Nine: Successfully Brought Back to Life

Chu Yun paid no mind to the chatter around him, focusing solely on saving Chen Jun. Chen Ping had treated him like his own son, and Chen Jun like a true brother—how could he not give his all to bring Chen Jun back? He could not let Chen Ping suffer the pain of outliving his own child.

He pressed rhythmically on Chen Jun's chest, breathing into his mouth, performing artificial respiration with the utmost care and precision.

Cough, cough...

After about half an hour, Chen Jun finally coughed and was brought back from the brink of death.

"Wonderful! Chen Jun is awake, he's been saved! Husband, you're amazing!" Yang Liu’er, overjoyed at Chen Jun's revival, was filled with admiration for Chu Yun's medical skills.

"Liu’er, please step aside so I can help Chen Jun sit up," Chu Yun said, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as he saw Chen Jun regain consciousness. He asked Yang Liu’er to move, then helped Chen Jun sit upright.

"He’s alive!"

"Chen Jun really came back to life!"

"Incredible!"

"Absolutely miraculous!"

"He lay there motionless, dead as could be, and yet Chu Yun brought him back!"

"Even someone who hanged himself can be rescued—truly a divine healer!"

"If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it!"

"Seems the Witch Doctor Sect does nothing but deceive people. Chu Yun never killed anyone in the capital through his medical practice..."

The neighbors, witnessing Chu Yun’s success, could not contain their excitement and exclaimed one after another. Their hearts brimmed with joy as well. With Chu Yun’s superb skills, the people of Chu Family Town now had another option for medical care and no longer had to fear being taken advantage of by charlatans from the Witch Doctor Sect.

Yang Liu’er couldn’t help but ask, "Husband, what kind of treatment was that just now? You even had to go mouth-to-mouth with Chen Jun."

Chu Yun explained, "That’s called artificial respiration—I'm helping him breathe."

He then gave Yang Liu’er a brief explanation of how artificial respiration worked.

"That’s amazing! Did the immortals teach you this too?" she asked in awe.

Chu Yun smiled and nodded, then turned to Li Sanniang. "Liu’er, go check on Second Aunt. Pinch the spot between her nose and upper lip, that’s the philtrum."

"Alright, right away!" Yang Liu’er replied eagerly, hurrying over to help Li Sanniang up and pinch her philtrum.

Stimulated, Li Sanniang soon regained consciousness.

"My son, my son..." she called out as soon as she awoke.

"Don’t worry, Second Aunt. Chen Jun is fine—my husband saved him," Yang Liu’er reassured her.

Li Sanniang looked over, saw that Chen Jun had indeed been revived, and broke into a delighted smile. "Thank goodness, my son is safe, safe at last. We’re lucky to have Yun’er, truly blessed..."

Chu Yun helped Chen Jun to a chair and poured him a cup of water. But Chen Jun just stared blankly ahead, not taking the cup.

Chu Yun patted his shoulder. "A man must stand tall. Why worry over a woman? There’s nothing in this world you can’t get past. Look at your mother—she fainted from grief when she saw you try to hang yourself. If you had really died, would you be able to face her?"

Hearing this, Chen Jun turned his head towards Li Sanniang, then broke down in sobs.

"Come, have some water," Chu Yun urged, handing him the cup once more.

But Chen Jun still refused, weeping uncontrollably, the tears flowing freely.

Chu Yun gave a stern snort. "Drink that water now! You died, and it was I who brought you back. From now on, your life is mine—you must do as I say!"

Only then did Chen Jun take the cup, drinking a few gulps before crying out, "Brother, I’ve let you down. I shouldn’t have ignored your warnings or handed over all those methods for making soymilk, tofu pudding, and tofu to Wang Shuangxi without a second thought."

Chu Yun waved it off. "It’s all right. There’s no fault in being sincere, just remember to judge people carefully from now on."

"As for Wang Shuangxi, you’re fretting over nothing. Remember, she’s the one who lost a man who truly loved and cared for her. What you lost was someone who never really looked at you with respect. She’s the one who ought to regret it—not you! You should be glad, instead!"

"And besides, the immortals have taught me much more than just how to make soft leavened bread, soymilk, tofu pudding, and tofu. There are many other delicacies yet to come."

"Especially the fine wines I’ve learned to brew—those are truly unrivaled. She didn’t even wait for me to teach you all of this before heartlessly casting you aside. That’s her loss!"

"So you should actually be grateful to Wang Shuangxi for showing you her true colors sooner rather than later."

Hearing Chu Yun's words, Chen Jun felt a sudden clarity of mind. "Brother, you’re right. She’s the one who should regret it—not me. I shouldn’t be so brokenhearted."

In truth, what he feared most was that Chu Yun would blame him—for being rejected by Wang Shuangxi, and for sharing all those tofu recipes with her. But now that Chu Yun bore no grudge, Chen Jun’s sorrow naturally melted away.

At that moment, Li Sanniang came over and said, "Don’t be sad, Chen Jun. Your brother is right. You treated that girl from the Wang family sincerely, but she refused you—that’s her loss. A forced marriage is never sweet. If you stay with someone who doesn’t care for you, you’ll never find happiness."

"I understand, Mother. I’m sorry for what I did. I’ll never do something so foolish again," Chen Jun replied.

Yang Liu’er also came to comfort him. "Don’t let this get you down. Now that your brother’s been made a count and is lord over several towns, you’re his brother—which makes you the brother of a count! Surely you’ll find someone far better than Wang Shuangxi in the future."

Hearing this, Chen Jun’s spirits lifted. "Brother, you’ve become a count?"

Chu Yun smiled and produced the jade insignia of his title. "That’s right, I was made a count by Prince Qi."

The onlookers, who had yet to disperse, were equally astonished.

"Who would’ve thought? Chu Yun is now a noble, and a count at that!"

"How high is the rank of count?"

"A town’s lord is only a viscount. A count outranks a viscount by far!"

"Wow, that’s impressive!"

"Looks like Chu Yun’s really soared to new heights!"

"The Witch Doctor Sect really did deceive us. Chu Yun never killed anyone in the capital; otherwise, how could he have been made a count?"

They couldn’t help but marvel, remembering how Chu Yun was once a ne’er-do-well, and now had transformed overnight into a count. Envy and admiration filled their hearts.

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