“Cut out the unnecessary part?”
When the First Madam heard those words, her eyes rolled back, and she felt the world spinning. She nearly fainted on the spot.
That was a living, breathing person!
“You’re insane! You little madwoman!”
The First Madam screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears smeared across her face as she flung her arms wide, looking like a hysterical hen.
“Someone, come quickly! Stop her! Don’t let her touch the master! She’s trying to kill him!”
The household guards, who had long since been scared out of their wits, could only charge forward after hearing their mistress’s order.
No matter how bizarre the little girl carrying that iron contraption looked, they still had to protect their master.
But before they could take even half a step, a wave of black killing intent, as overwhelming as a mountain, crashed down upon their shoulders.
Su Zhen had appeared in front of Su Yaoyao at some point.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his bottomless eyes sweeping coldly across the room.
“Anyone who takes one more step dies.”
The mere seven words made their souls tremble.
The terrifying aura forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood caused the dozen guards charging forward to go weak in the knees.
Thud! Thud!
The guards collapsed to their knees in unison, as though their tendons had been ripped out. Their entire bodies shook like sieves.
The First Madam was so frightened by Su Zhen’s gaze that her sobs caught in her throat. She covered her mouth and slumped to the floor, her eyes filled with despair.
With the unnecessary people out of the way, Su Yaoyao turned around with great satisfaction.
She steadily pushed the silver, gleaming portable interstellar medical pod to the Imperial Uncle’s bedside.
This was an advanced piece of equipment from the interstellar era, designed to save soldiers’ lives on the battlefield.
Su Yaoyao’s fingers flew across the invisible touch panel on the medical pod.
“Identity verification complete. Minimally invasive surgery mode activated.”
After a faint electronic voice sounded, the top of the medical pod slowly opened.
Three slender mechanical arms, as thin as silver snakes, silently extended from within.
At the tips of the arms, a ghostly blue sterilizing light flickered.
They looked like silver tentacles belonging to some living creature, making everyone in the Imperial Uncle’s residence feel their scalps prickle.
Hiss.
A thin red laser shot from the tip of the central mechanical arm and struck the Imperial Uncle’s lower right abdomen.
It was a high-frequency laser scalpel, hot enough to cut through flesh instantly while cauterizing the wound at the same time.
To everyone watching, it looked like sorcery performed by a demon!
The First Madam covered her eyes, unable to bear the sight of her husband being cut open.
In reality, not a single drop of blood appeared.
The high-frequency laser merely created a tiny incision in the Imperial Uncle’s abdomen—smaller than a fingernail.
The other two mechanical arms slipped inside through the opening like nimble fish.
Click.
The laser scalpel moved with swift, precise efficiency.
The excess tissue was cut away and sucked out through a miniature vacuum tube built into the mechanical arm.
The entire process was smooth and astonishingly fast.
Su Yaoyao glanced at the countdown on the medical pod’s screen.
“Three, two, one. Done.”
From the moment the mechanical arms entered the abdominal cavity to the removal of the diseased tissue, less than three minutes had passed.
For the Imperial Uncle, who had been tormented by pain for half a day, those three minutes were a miracle that gave him a new lease on life.
The mechanical arms quickly withdrew through the tiny incision.
A cloud of white medical mist sprayed from their tips, covering the wound.
It was a cellular healing agent.
As the white mist dissipated, the tiny incision on the Imperial Uncle’s abdomen visibly healed before everyone’s eyes.
Not even a scar remained.
His skin was smooth, as though nothing had ever happened.
“Work’s done!”
Su Yaoyao snapped her fingers, and the three silver mechanical arms retracted into the pod.
The hatch closed automatically, and the ghostly blue light went out with it.
The air fell silent once more.
The only sound was the heavy breathing of everyone present.
Summoning her courage, the First Madam peeked at the bed through the gaps between her fingers.
The Imperial Uncle lay there quietly.
His abdomen was no longer heaving violently, his limbs had stopped twitching, and even his agonized screams had vanished.
His eyes were closed, his face as pale as paper, and he lay utterly motionless.
He looked exactly like a corpse that had already gone cold.
“M-Master?!”
The First Madam scrambled to the bedside and reached out with trembling fingers to check the Imperial Uncle’s breath.
He had been forced to drink far too much water mixed with incense ash, so his breathing was now extremely faint and difficult to detect.
The First Madam felt a chill at her fingertips, and she completely broke down.
“My lord! What a tragic death!”
She collapsed against the edge of the bed and burst into heart-wrenching sobs.
“I told you we couldn’t cut him open! How could anyone survive with a hole in their stomach?!”
The other members of the Imperial Uncle’s household and the servants also fell to their knees, joining in the thunderous wailing.
The Imperial Uncle’s residence became an ocean of grief.
The charlatans whom Su Zhen had sent sprawling across the floor saw this scene, and flashes of delight appeared in their eyes.
They had been terrified out of their wits by the father and daughter’s physical prowess. Now that it appeared they had killed someone with their treatment, they found the courage to speak again.
The Red-Robed Deacon, still embedded in the load-bearing wall in the shape of a spread-eagled star, let out a weak, smug laugh.
“Cough, cough… See? This is what happens when you blaspheme the gods!”
He spat out mouthfuls of blood while desperately maintaining his image as the gods’ representative.
“Even the immortals can’t save him! His soul has already been devoured by an evil spirit!”
“You pair of demons! You killed the Imperial Uncle with your treatment. Just wait to be cut into a thousand pieces!”
Faced with the wailing filling the room and the Red-Robed Deacon’s taunts, Su Zhen merely snorted. He could not even be bothered to lift his eyelids.
He knew his daughter too well.
Since the girl had dared to take on this job, there was no way she would fail.
Sure enough, Su Yaoyao rolled her eyes dramatically.
“What are you crying about? Who said he’s dead?”
Little Dumpling marched to the bedside on her short legs and shoved the sobbing First Madam aside.
“He only passed out from the pain. And he drank too much of the muddy water you forced down his throat, so now he has indigestion.”
As she spoke, Su Yaoyao rummaged around in her patched cloth bag.
In reality, she pulled a tiny pink pill from her personal storage space.
The pill was no bigger than a soybean. It was perfectly round and gave off an intense, sweet fragrance.
It was a specialized pain-relief and restorative medicine.
Not only could it block pain signals, but it could also rapidly repair damaged stomach and intestinal linings.
Strawberry-flavored, too.
Su Yaoyao pinched open the Imperial Uncle’s mouth and tossed the special medicine inside.
The pill melted on contact, transforming into a warm current that flowed through the Imperial Uncle’s limbs and organs.
The First Madam tried to stop her. “What poison are you feeding my husband now?!”
But before she could finish, the man on the bed underwent an astonishing transformation.
A miracle occurred right before the eyes of everyone in the room, who had been watching with disdain and despair.
The Imperial Uncle’s face, which had been as pale as paper and whose breathing had nearly stopped, quickly flushed with healthy color.
The deep furrows between his brows gradually smoothed out as well.
Buuuurp!
A tremendously loud, powerful belch burst from the Imperial Uncle’s mouth, carrying the strong, earthy stench of incense ash and mud.
The belch boomed like muffled thunder.
It startled the First Madam, who had been leaning against the bed, into stumbling back two steps.
After letting out that burp, the Imperial Uncle’s eyes, which had been rolled back, suddenly opened.
They were clear and bright.
There was not the slightest trace of the muddiness of someone on the brink of death.
“My lord! You’re alive?!”
The First Madam was overwhelmed with joy and surprise. Tears still clung to her face, and she had forgotten to wipe them away.
The Imperial Uncle blinked in confusion.
Then he reached down and touched his lower right abdomen.
Just moments ago, the pain there had been unbearable, as if millions of needles were stabbing him and flames were scorching his flesh.
But now…
He pressed down hard.
It didn’t hurt?
He applied even more force and pounded the spot twice with his fist.
It still didn’t hurt!
Not only was the pain completely gone, but he could also feel a warm current flowing through his abdomen. A clear stream seemed to course through his body, leaving him refreshed and more comfortable than he had ever felt before!
“I’m not in pain anymore! I really don’t feel any pain at all!”
The Imperial Uncle let out an astonished shout. He threw off the covers, turned over, and climbed out of bed.
His movements were as nimble as those of a young man in his early twenties.
He stood barefoot on the floor, his face glowing with excitement.
He didn’t feel the slightest bit weak. On the contrary, he felt as if his body were filled with endless strength.
To prove that he was truly cured, the Imperial Uncle took a deep breath.
He bent his knees slightly and swept both hands in front of his chest in a graceful arc.
“Raise both hands to regulate the Triple Burner!”
“Draw the bow left and right as if shooting a condor!”
Inside the Imperial Uncle’s residence, the nation’s Imperial Uncle performed an entire, perfectly standard set of Baduanjin exercises in front of his household members and the charlatans, all of whom were left gaping in astonishment.
Every movement radiated vigor and vitality.
He didn’t even break a sweat or lose his breath!
“Excellent! Absolutely excellent! I feel like I could take down a bull with my bare hands!”
The Imperial Uncle finished his routine, stood tall, and threw his head back in an exhilarated laugh.
Silence descended once more.
But this time, it wasn’t born of fear.
It was sheer shock!
The First Madam’s mouth hung wide open, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.
The servants kneeling on the ground stared with bulging eyes.
What was this supposed to be?
Just moments ago, he had been on the verge of death, preparing to make arrangements for his funeral.
Three minutes later, not only had he come back from the dead, he was even able to get out of bed and practice martial arts?!
This wasn’t medical treatment. It was clearly an immortal descending to the mortal world—restoring flesh to bare bones and bringing the dead back to life!
The charlatans who had been knocked to the floor began to question everything they knew about life.
They usually made money by fooling people into drinking talisman water. When had they ever witnessed such an immediate medical miracle?
Everyone’s eyes turned in unison toward the little girl, Su Yaoyao, who was standing there leisurely.
In their eyes, she was no demon girl.
She was clearly an immortal child reborn from under the command of the Grand Supreme Elder Lord!
The Red-Robed Deacon, embedded in the wall and spitting blood, was still stubbornly holding out.
“This… This is impossible! How could an evil spirit possibly be driven away by you?!”
The Imperial Uncle was blazing with fury. He rushed over and slapped the Red-Robed Deacon across the face.
“Drive away your grandmother’s leg! You bunch of money-grubbing bastards!”
Then he turned to look at Su Yaoyao, his gaze feverish, as if he were looking at a living immortal.
