Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âLong Shuli, you called me a b*stard! Iâ¦â He rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront her, but the realization that Long Shuli had passed away many years ago made him snort in frustration. âIâll settle the score with her later!â
A hint of melancholy flickered in Su Yingxueâs eyes. âIf you want to settle the score with my mother, youâll probably have to do it in your next life.â
âMedical practitioners who donât believe in ghosts and gods, where does the next life come from? Itâs just a matter of reaching the underworld to see if thereâs a chance to meet her again,â Saint Ruan responded nonchalantly.
He, like Su Yingxue, was surprised. âMy mother left behind a set of surgical tools!â
Su Yingxue discovered that the box contained an entire set of surgical tools, arranged in three layers. There were knives of various sizes, along with scissors she had never seen before, all exquisitely crafted.
âQuick, take it to your father for surgery!â Saint Ruan urged.
However, Su Yingxue hesitated. âI can cut open a rabbitâs body, suture it, and even study its internal organs, but Iâve never dissected a human body, especially not my fatherâsâ¦â
âWhatâs the worst that could happen to your father? At most, heâll die. Moreover, if you donât cut him open, does that mean he doesnât have to die?â Saint Ruan, waving his fan elegantly, seemed indifferent because it was not his father.
Yet, as Su Yingxue held the surgical tools, her hesitation was palpable.
She dared not.
She would never undertake something without certainty.
Saint Ruan stayed with her for half the night. At dawn, he yawned and said that he was going back to sleep.
Su Yingxue locked herself in the Medicine King Valley and thought alone.
The Little Ginseng floated over, and its ginseng whiskers lightly brushed against Su Yingxueâs face. âWhy are you lacking in confidence? Itâs just about cutting open a personâs body and taking out whatâs inside. Look at you, youâve dissected plenty of rabbits. If your father dies, we can always find another one!â
Observing that Su Yingxueâs father didnât hold much affection for her, and she didnât seem to love her father either.
âNo, this is different!â
Su Yingxue was still holding a rabbit in her hand. Its red eyes carried a trace of timidity, making her feel complicated.
She used the rabbit to practice because she was not afraid of failure and was getting better and better each time.
However, if she was operating on a person, a living lifeâ¦
No matter who he was, whether he was her father or not, she had to be responsible for him!
She was a doctor and had to be accountable for every patient!
If she couldnât save him, she would prefer not to try!
âYou have to believe in yourself! You have to believe in your mother! Sheâs such a powerful person. Are you going to disgrace her?â The little ginseng deliberately provoked her, even offering, âIf you canât save him, you can use me as compensation!â
âUse you?â Su Yingxue looked up, and the heaviness in her eyes turned into confusion.
The little ginseng floated in the air. âMy original form can save a person, but 1 wonât be here. If you want me to save your father, I wonât refuse. Who asked me to be yours?â
From the first day, it entered Su Yingxueâs body, its life had merged with hers. Su Yingxue could use any means to make it save anyone.
However, this was a secret. It wouldnât disclose it to anyone with malicious intentions.
But Su Yingxue wasnât like that.
Hence, it openly shared the information as a testament to her confidence..