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The existence of the live broadcast ball caused everyone in the Beigong family to change their attitudes. Their expressions changed almost instantly, so perfectly that no one could detect their true emotions.

The head of the Beigong family also knew what was most important right now. During the hour that Mo Li was "unconscious," he had already arranged for the Beigong family's top medical team to come over as quickly as possible.

This medical team serves the Beigong family head and his family exclusively. Every medical staff member is a top-notch talent they have painstakingly trained, and the accompanying therapists are Saint-level.

The medical team split into two groups and worked separately. One group kept a close eye on the examination data recorded during the examination of Mo Li in the treatment chamber; the other group consulted with Guan Yunzhou and the others before starting the examination and treatment for Mo Li.

Mo Li handled their inspection with ease. With her current superpowers and the skills that came with them, disguising her physical data was incredibly easy.

Simply put, she wanted the medical team to see a certain amount of data, and the final data reports she provided to them were all accurate and without the slightest error.

The head of the Beigong family kept a close eye on their examination and treatment. After watching them review the test results, he personally examined Mo Li. The Saint-level healer even used his latest research and development, which required countless precious herbs to refine, in conjunction with his healing abilities, to treat her in a two-pronged approach.

Five minutes have passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

Fifteen minutes have passed...

Half an hour has passed!

It had no effect at all. Mo Li was like this before the treatment, and she is still like this now.

Even though Dongfang Yu, Guan Yunzhou, and Ye Zixuan knew from the beginning that Mo Li and the baby were perfectly fine, seeing the entire medical team treating her and being influenced by the atmosphere, they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Especially when she saw the Saint-level healer, who was highly sought after throughout the empire and served only the Beigong family, painedly take out three bottles of Saint-grade healing potions and carefully feed them to Mo Li, while his other hand emitted a soft, shimmering white light as he continuously channeled his supernatural power into her.

As time passed, his power input continued uninterrupted, which led to significant energy depletion. Even without close proximity, one could see fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ye Zixuan crossed her arms and looked over:

"Tsk, is it going to work or not? Why isn't Ali reacting at all? Aren't you all top-notch doctors who are practically invincible?"

And you, the supreme Saint-level healer? Ha, are you kidding me? Can someone tell me what's wrong with Ali right now? Is she even treatable? You're not planning to use her as a guinea pig, are you?

Guan Yunzhou: "If that's really the case, we will send each and every one of you to the Alliance Tribunal."

Mo Li is currently under special protection, and only the highest level of access is granted to her. Therefore, if legal proceedings are involved, she will inevitably have to go to the Alliance Tribunal.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room shuddered, especially since the words came so casually from the Alliance Tribunal. Everyone in the entire interstellar space knew that those tried by the Alliance Tribunal would at least be sent to an S-level prison.

The Saint-level healer could only grit his teeth and endure the pain as he continued to increase his power output. A determined glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had gone to great lengths to acquire five top-grade healing potions from his spatial storage.

Ye Zixuan's eyes flashed when he saw such good stuff. He stepped forward and snatched it all away, angrily scolding:

"What do you mean? This is for Ali to drink. She's already drunk three bottles. Even if this stuff is for treatment, her delicate body can't handle drinking too much at once. Is this treatment or are you trying to kill someone on someone's orders?"

Of course, he didn't forget to put the five top-grade healing potions into his spatial storage. Once they were in his hands, they were naturally his. He knew very well that Mo Li was fine. What if drinking this caused him problems?

Besides, this is a product made by a Saint-level healer. It's priceless and impossible to buy. Moreover, it's a newly developed product, a Saint-level item. Just by looking at the healer's grief-stricken expression, you can tell how rare and precious it is. These five bottles are probably all the stock he has.

The Saint-level healer watched helplessly as he placed the item into his spatial storage, still somewhat unwilling to give up, and asked again:

“If Mr. Ye does not wish to give it to Ms. Mo Li, then I will keep it. You can simply return it to me.”

"Hmph, this was originally intended for Ali, so it belongs to her. What's hers is ours. I'm keeping my own things, so why would I need to return them to you?"

What you're saying is completely unreasonable. You're just arguing with me. Stop getting distracted and focus on healing Ali properly. If you can't heal her, it'll make you look like a completely incompetent Saint-level healer.

Saint-level Healer: "..."

The others present: "..."

At that moment, they deeply felt that silence was their mother tongue.

Does he really not know who is being unreasonable?

Dongfang Yu and Guan Yunzhou glanced at him indifferently, and Mo Li, who was "unconscious," almost couldn't help but twitch the corner of his lips.

He secretly complained to himself:

"When did this guy become so shameless? I must say, well done, he's exactly what I wanted. Now I'll have a reference sample for my research."

She was quite interested in the Saint-level healing potions concocted by the Saint-level healer.

Half an hour later------

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the Beigong family members and the entire medical team, as well as the Saint-level healer who was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him away and whose face was as white as if he could be put into a coffin at any moment, Ye Zixuan felt secretly delighted.

"Tsk, can't a Saint-level healer treat himself? He's already so weak after just one hour of treatment. I told you it was mostly fake, and look, I was right."

Dongfang Yu rarely agreed, saying, "Indeed."

Guan Yunzhou: "I suggest you take a rest first. Otherwise, because of your own incompetence, you might cause bad consequences and then blame my wife. You'll even face a trial for defamation. You don't need to go through that."

Everyone: "..."

Ha, you guys really know how to talk.

The Bei Gong family head's face was extremely gloomy. Having been in a high position for too long, he hadn't encountered anything so out of control or difficult to handle in countless years.

Bei Gongze's heart pounded in his chest. For the first time, he felt the bewilderment that came with losing control. He subconsciously looked at Bei Gong Changhong: "Father, the person is still not awake. What should we do next?"

Bei Gong Changhong sighed deeply. What could he do? All he could do now was to negotiate compensation with Mo Li's three husbands before things got completely out of control.