Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âNo need.â
Wu Daoâs voice was cold and deep.
âWhy? What if something happens to the princess, and they plot against her?â Yun Dan had never been this worried before.
In Qi State, they could do whatever they wanted, but since they arrived in the Great Cheng Dynasty, Feng Qing was killed!
Han Yuwen had also been humiliated by the beggar, and now she had undergone surgery. If she couldnât save Han Yuwen, her demise wasnât far off!
Wu Dao had already figured out that Han Yuwenâs disappearance was because Su Yingxue had taken her away. She was now on the operating table, and the surgery had already begun. Even if he exposed her now, it would be futile.
Wu Dao no longer paid attention to Yun Dan. He fully focused on watching Su Yingxueâs figure on the screen.
She resembled her mother but was surprisingly different.
Without studying in the modern eraâs advanced medical field and lacking professional training, she demonstrated remarkable surgical skills. Her talent and ability far exceeded her mother, Long Shuli.
With only half of the incense stick burned, Su Yingxue finished suturing.
Inspecting Han Yuwenâs wound, she nodded in satisfaction. âItâs an improvement from before.â
âAh⦠Allâ¦â
Han Yuwen made a muffled sound. It was then that Su Yingxue noticed she still had her mute acupoint pressed. She suddenly remembered and said, âIâm sorry, I forgot.â
Undoing Han Yuwenâs acupuncture point, Han Yuwen immediately cursed weakly, âSu Yingxue, you wretch!â
Due to the strength of the anesthetic and the recent surgery, her voice was unusually feeble.
Su Yingxue kindly advised, âPrincess, conserve your strength to prevent further injury to the wound.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âEmperor, I have completed the surgery. Please have the Silver Moon Pavilion Master evaluate it,â she said to Chu Mingyuan after walking out from behind the screen.
Chu Mingyuan showed great respect to Wu Dao. âSir, please.â
Wu Dao grunted and walked onto the stage, bypassing the screen.
He wasnât surprised to see the weakened Han Yuwen lying on the operating table. Observing the wound, he concluded that Su Yingxueâs incision and suturing skills surpassed Han Yuwen, a surgical doctor.
In a deep voice, he remarked, âVery good.â
âVery good?â Han Yuwenâs eyes widened in disbelief. âTeacher! Su Yingxue⦠how is this possible? How could she do better than me? Sheâs nothing! She canât surpass me!â
Wu Dao turned around, allowing Han Yuwen to see his unfathomable eyes. âYour skills are inferior.â
âMy skills⦠inferiorâ¦â
Han Yuwen was deeply shocked, her eyes gradually losing focus. âHow is that possible? How can I lose to Su Yingxue!â
âNothing is impossible. Since Mr. Wu Dao said so, you have lost,â Su Yingxue said expressionlessly.
When she raised her eyes to look at Wu Dao, curiosity filled her beautiful eyes. âCan you tell me, the Silver Moon Pavilion Master, what is your relationship with my mother? Why did you spy on me so many times?â
Wu Dao remained enigmatic. Standing in front of him, she could feel the intimidating aura he emitted, beyond the capacity of normal people.
Wu Dao suddenly laughed, a dark and cold laughter. âSooner or later, you will know.â
And she would bring all the people he desired to him.
âYour mother is a wretch, just like you!â
Han Yuwen covered her wound and sat up, glaring at Su Yingxue with hatred.
âSmack!â
Su Yingxue slapped her. âYou have no right to insult my mother. Youâre nothing compared to her!â
âHuh! When I met her, you, Su Yingxue, didnât exist at all! You have no right to say that!â