Chapter 6: The Young Lady of Chinese and Western Culture

Guan Wanjiao's face froze. Chu Tianjiao glanced at her with disdain and walked out with her chin held high.

Feng Xueyue watched An Cui being taken away, her eyes full of satisfaction. She thought of something, raised her footsteps and followed.

An Cui paused, "You want to follow?"

Feng Xueyue smiled gently, but her eyes were full of malice, "Dad will be healthy soon, is it not okay for me to accompany my dad during this process?"

An Cui looked strange, "I advise you not to go with them."

Feng Xueyue just thought that An Cui didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her again, but she still insisted on watching her being sent to the operating table, having her bone marrow and kidneys extracted, and finally becoming no longer beautiful. Only by watching her wither with her own eyes could she be sure that she was the most beautiful flower and that her light would never be snatched away from her again!

An Cui's expression became more and more strange. "Since you insist on being filial, then... it's up to you."

Before Feng Xueyue followed him out, Guan Wanjiao called out to her, "Yueyue, remember to coax that old woman while she's in a good mood because her son has been saved. Remember to behave well."

"I understand, Mom." Feng Xueyue said and hurriedly followed her out.

They were heading towards the research institute on the flat land behind the mountain. The straight street lights extended from the Feng family's annex building and seemed to have no end.

The street lights stretched the shadows of people into long ones, and the wind rustled the leaves on both sides.

Chu Tianjiao suddenly heard An Cui's aristocratic aria with a strange and very catchy voice, "I heard that my father once had a scalpel that was specially made for him. Do you know where the scalpel is now, old lady?"

Chu Tianjiao didn't want to pay attention to it, but she couldn't help turning her head to look at An Cui. It must be said that An Cui's appearance and temperament were more in line with the appreciation of Chu Tianjiao, the daughter of a famous family. Unfortunately, An Cui was Feng Haize's daughter, and most importantly, her bone marrow was successfully matched with that of her precious son. This meant that no matter how outstanding An Cui was, in Chu Tianjiao's eyes, she was just a tool.

Chu Tianjiao turned her head back proudly, and the voice slipped out from her slightly parted lips, "Since you have been obedient and not wasted my time, I can tell you that your father's knife is now in the hands of my eldest grandson. If you continue to be obedient and don't cause me trouble, I don't mind asking him to show it to you."

"Oh, look what I heard. This is the funniest thing in the world, old lady. Those are my father's things. Isn't it only right that they should be returned?" An Cui narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Also? You are indeed a wild child who grew up outside and don't even understand this. Your father's things belong to the Feng family. Now my eldest grandson is the head of the Feng family. Everything in the Feng family, including everything left by your father, belongs to him." Although Chu Tianjiao treasured her son Feng Zhenghui more than her grandson Feng Xuezun, Chu Tianjiao still protected Feng Zhenghui when there was no conflict of interest with him.

An Cui said nothing more. She said how could the Feng family have such twisted family members? So that's how it is. From Chu Tianjiao's husband who cheated on her husband and had countless illegitimate children, to her son who was dissolute and gluttonous, to her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, there is no normal person in this line. I just don't know if the famous Feng Xue Zun is also an abnormal person. But it doesn't matter if he is abnormal. As long as he can feel the pain when the whip hits him, it's enough.

Feng Xueyue, who was following behind, felt even better when she saw that An Cui seemed to be frustrated.

About twenty minutes later, they walked to the fence, and the person in the security booth confirmed their identities and opened the iron gate to let them in. They passed through the herb planting sheds and entered the cubic white research building.

An Cui walked leisurely, the hem of her black long skirt swaying gracefully with her steps, like a flower blooming quietly, the stiff collar half covered her fair and slender neck, her stunning head turned left and right above it, looking at the rooms she passed by. She didn't look like a prisoner, but more like a noble daughter who came to visit.

Just by walking to the elevator and taking a few simple glances, An Cui had to admit that the aristocratic family with hundreds of years of heritage was different. Although the medical equipment in the two laboratories she had just seen was not as good as those in her research institute, they were also excellent. Among them, there were less than twenty top-level medical equipment in the world, and she saw one here.

They took the elevator to the fourth floor, where doctors and other medical staff were already ready, waiting for the "donor" to go on the operating table.

No wonder Guan Wanjiao, Chu Tianjiao and others are so arrogant. As the majestic Feng family, they have everything from doctors to medical equipment to the simplest medicines. There is no need to worry about confidentiality. They will force An Cui to the operating table to remove her liver and kidneys. As long as An Cui cannot run away and tell lies until she dies, the surface of the Feng family will still be as clean and bright as new. Moreover, even if An Cui runs out and tells the truth, they have thousands of ways to make people not believe her.

The Feng family is a terrifying behemoth, with a century-long heritage and credibility, and its roots are so complicated that even a hair of it cannot be easily touched.

There were two operating rooms, one for the "donor" and one for Feng Zhenghui. As Feng Zhenghui's leukemia had relapsed and he was in the late stage of uremia, he could not delay any longer, so the bone marrow transplant and kidney transplant had to be performed almost within a short time.

When An Cui was taken into another operating room, she heard the voices of Chu Tianjiao and Feng Xueyue coming from the operating room next door, which had not yet been closed.

"Zhenghui, don't worry. The operation will start soon. You won't feel uncomfortable after the operation..." Chu Tianjiao was different from her cold and harsh attitude towards others. At this time, she spoke in a gentle voice, as if she was afraid of scaring someone.

"Dad, you will get better soon... Mom is afraid to see you so sad, so she has never dared to come to see you. She always hides and cries at night..."

An Cui was listening when her clothes were suddenly pulled off. The door of the operating room closed, blocking out the sound from outside. A shrill voice said, "Take off your clothes."

An Cui frowned suddenly, revealing an offended expression. She looked carefully and found that the operating table was right in front of her. There were four or five men and women wearing white robes, white hats and white masks around her. They had indifferent expressions, and two of them had obscene and greedy looks.

"Are we about to start?" An Cui asked casually, playing with her cigarette holder and leaning on the operating table. Her posture was so elegant that people couldn't take their eyes off her.

Her tone was strange, lazy, and bewitching, making people want to listen carefully to what she was saying. Several doctors were distracted for a moment, and the next second, a puff of white smoke suddenly came out of the baton. In just a moment, they didn't even have time to hide, and soon they felt dizzy and gradually fainted on the ground.

An Cui was leaning on the operating table in the same posture. There were people lying around her feet. Her white and graceful fingers, like porcelain, held the baton with intricate golden patterns like a cigarette. She took a puff at the thin end of the baton, then pursed her flaming red lips and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke. Her magnificent and stunning face looked even more mysterious and thrilling in the smoke.

Someone knocked on the door and asked, "Doctor, can we start?"

"Okay." An Cui replied calmly.