Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 228

Gong Zhen entered, fearing that someone would harm his master, and was eager to help.

Wei Zhen casually pressed him down: "Why bother? They're having so much fun fighting. Let's continue. Come on! We have important business to attend to."

The two went inside. Gong Zhen was still worried about his master outside—his master! How could he not worry about him? He'd fight anyone who hit his master!

Wei Zhen, still dazed, said, "Alright, are you still afraid that your master will lose!"

"Impossible!" he exclaimed.

"Since that's impossible, let's see a doctor. The mistress is half-dead."

"That's right."

"right."

The two paced to the bedside, and Physician Chen also arrived.

In terms of medical skills, they dominated the four kingdoms and were famous throughout the region, yet they each served as masters and chose their own places to live.

Gong Zhen took out a silk thread. Wei Zhen picked it up and said disdainfully, "Forget it, you're so sick, you won't feel anything even if I touch you."

Gong Zhen glanced at him helplessly. This fellow was utterly ignorant and incompetent, yet his medical skills were astounding—mysterious and unpredictable. Aside from his master, probably no one in the world could decipher his epiphyseal plates. Treating the patient was the priority.

"How is it?" Wei Zhen asked, but his tone was insincere.

Gong Zhen nodded: "The mistress is much better. She should be able to wake up after a few days of rest."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhen shook his head regretfully.

"Why are you shaking your head? It's a good thing," asked Mikoto, puzzled.

Wei Zhen fiddled with the strands of hair on her shoulder: "It's such a pity he didn't die. The mourning clothes were already made, and I was just waiting for the memorial service. Now all my money has been wasted."

Gong Zhen broke out in a cold sweat and cautiously glanced outside the door: "Do you want to die? To curse the mistress like this, be careful of the master..." He made a throat-slitting gesture, the meaning of which was clear.

Wei Zhen said, "The masters these days are so nice. They get sad, upset, and occasionally even lose their temper. Don't you find that funny?"

Gong Zhen was too lazy to pay him any attention. He packed his things and prepared to get the medicine. This kid was a generation younger than him, but he always acted arrogantly and aimlessly.

Wei Zhen looked at the person on the bed, from head to toe, and then from toe to head: "Wow! Mistress! Your medical skills are amazing! You can even slow down the bleeding and keep the person alive."

The person on the bed ignored him; they were probably truly unconscious.

"Keep bleeding, there are so many people to give you IVs when you're all bled out, you'll be so happy. Sigh! Different people have different fates..."

Wei Zhen muttered a few words, then left satisfied.

Upon reaching the courtyard, seeing the open space with views stretching for miles, he clicked his tongue and said, "Look at those two, disrupting official business and harming innocent people. Unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable!"

He shouldered his tool bag, ready to heal the sick and save lives.

He swam up to Xiaocao, smiling warmly, "Caocao, how about big brother bandages you up?"

Xiao Cao glanced at the battlefield. When he was no longer there, she covered the wound on her arm, got up, and searched among the rocks for what Aunt Fifteen truly loved—preparing to move. Apart from the room where the young master lived, nothing else here was normal.

Only the young master's room remained, standing out alone amidst the ruins...

He'll definitely say: This is performance art.

[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Ninety-Two]

Sikong looked at Wu Hui and found him increasingly displeasing.

Wu Hui looked at Zi Yi and became happier and happier.

His son Ziyi can move now, and occasionally he even opens his eyes to look at him. How could he not be happy?

Wu Hui squatted by the bed, laughing like an idiot.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Wu Hui suddenly stuck her head out to kiss a fly, quickly dodged away, and then chuckled to herself.

Sikong stood by, clenching his fist, while Qianqing's face was gloomy.

Zi Mo was quite unhappy.

Su Gu stood aside, expressionless; most of the time, he was an outsider.

Only Wu Hui was laughing happily... He seized the opportunity again to suddenly attack the person he had been longing for day and night in bed, kissing her sweetly.

No regrets, the more I laugh, the happier I become...

Sikong grew angrier the more he looked: "Ouyang Wuhui!"

Without even looking up, Wu Hui laughed and said, "Why are you calling me?"

"Get out of my way!" He desperately wanted to kill him.

"No, Ziyi said that kissing him more would wake him up, so I kissed him a couple more times and he woke up."

"Absurd!" Qian Qing shouted sternly, unable to bear it any longer. With so many eyes watching him, he still dared to launch a sneak attack—utterly lawless. Daring to run away from the battlefield without permission, did he know that without Ouyang Fengrui, he wouldn't have survived a hundred deaths?

"It was Yi who said that Sleeping Beauty needs a prince's kiss to wake her up." Give her another kiss.

Seeing that he remained unrepentant, Sikong lost his composure, and with a flash of silver thread from his sleeve, he took the man's head: "Ouyang Wuhui! You're asking for death!"

Wu Hui hastily abandoned the kissing plan and focused on the battle. After half a year of training abroad, a sneak attack was naturally within his grasp.