FID – Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Don’t Care About Me, You Sick Bastard

The last rays of dusk were fading. Just as Qian Wanjin’s patience was about to run out, Feng Qingbai finally set off at a leisurely pace toward the Clan Court Prison.

They had just finished torturing Xue Zhong at noon, so it was necessary to give him some time to catch his breath—lest they accidentally kill him, and then Xue Qinglian’s life would be lost too.

The already dim prison cell was now lit by a faint, flickering light.

In the innermost cell, Xue Zhong lay barely alive. He was crawling on the ground, his body stained with blood, barely clinging to life.

Hearing footsteps stop outside the cell door, he forced his eyes open. When he saw Feng Qingbai and Qian Wanjin with their bloodshot eyes, his expression suddenly twisted.

A chill uncontrollably shot up from his feet.

The torture earlier that day had already taken half his life.

He guessed that after the two left, they would find that Xue Qinglian was suffering the same pain, and that they would hesitate to act recklessly, so he thought he was safe.

He was quite certain and predicted they would come back again, but when he actually saw them, he still felt fear.

“So, has Your Highness confirmed it?” Xue Zhong forced calm and let out a sinister laugh that echoed chillingly through the narrow, cold space.

Outside the door, the man raised his wrist slightly, and the prison guard immediately stepped forward, unlocking the iron chain and pushing the cell door open.

“What do you want to do?!” Fear instantly peaked. Xue Zhong looked fierce but was actually trembling inside, his fingers quietly clutching the cold, damp floor.

“Do you think this will hold me back?” The man’s clear and calm voice cut through the air like a jade bead dropping into a pot, but it sparked an icy chill in the listener’s ears. “Begin the torture!”

King’s Manor, Liuyun Pavilion.

Since Feng Qingbai and Qian Wanjin left, Liu Yusheng had been tense, watching the man on the bed without a moment’s relaxation.

Having already taken the anesthetic, Qinglian’s consciousness was slowly fading. Before falling into a deep sleep, he still teased, “Don’t worry, this time Feng Qingbai will show some mercy—I won’t die.”

“He won’t show mercy,” the woman retorted, “If he showed mercy now, then we really wouldn’t fool that old fox Xue Zhong.”

“…” Xue Qinglian curled his lips. The woman was so smart it was really irritating. 

Not easy to fool.

“You don’t need to force yourself anymore. The anesthetic has almost fully taken effect; you should sleep now.” The woman’s voice was right by his ear, yet also seemed to come from a distant horizon, ethereal and faint.

Xue Qinglian’s eyelids grew heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.

Liu Yusheng sat beside him, staying fully alert after he fell into a deep sleep, carefully watching his expressions, and immediately feeding him the spiritual spring water at any sign of trouble.

A moment, half an hour, two hours…

Time quietly passed. Liu Yusheng’s eyes grew sore, but she dared not blink much. The man on the bed slept peacefully without any sign of discomfort.

Outside the window, night had thickened; the moon was high in the sky, and mealtime at the manor had long passed.

More than two hours had passed since Feng Qingbai went to the prison.

The man on the bed began to show signs of waking.

“How is he, Lucky Nannan? How’s that guy?” Footsteps hurriedly approached, and Qian Wanjin’s voice came from afar, anxious, “As soon as we arrived, we gave Xue Zhong a brutal punishment, no mercy at all! Xue Qinglian didn’t vomit blood this time, right?”

When the man ran in, Liu Yusheng finally turned to look, a faint smile at the corners of her eyes.

Beside her, a hoarse, weak but similarly amused voice said, “Even if you vomited blood, I’d still be fine.”

“D-Did it work?” Qian Wanjin stammered in excitement.

“You can tell the result just by the situation in the room. Isn’t asking that unnecessary?” Feng Qingbai came walking from behind.

Qian Wanjin snorted defiantly, “You’re so clever, but do you even know what it means to get flustered when you care too much?”

“Please, don’t care about me so much, it’s damn disgusting. Go bother your Xiao Shitou.”

“Xue Qinglian, do you have any conscience? I’ve worked so hard for you, and this is how you repay me—with disdain?”

“Hey, don’t cry, alright? I was wrong, okay?”

“You’re crying, you goody-two-shoes!”

The noisy teasing, mixed with laughter, echoed throughout the room, greatly easing the heavy tension that had built up over the past two days.

How to make Xue Zhong believe that he had truly lost his bargaining chip was now Feng Qingbai’s concern. Liu Yusheng no longer focused on that matter and threw herself entirely into the upcoming surgery.

It took three full days to completely purge the poison from Xue Qinglian’s body, during which half of the spiritual spring water in Liu Yusheng’s space was used up.

Although the spring water source in the pool still flowed, the refill speed couldn’t keep up with the rate of consumption, causing the water level to drop steadily. This showed just how much damage the space had suffered when it drained spiritual energy to heal her body.

Liu Yusheng had no idea how long it would take for the space to recover to its former state, or if it would even fully recover in her lifetime.

During these three days, Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou also found several qualified doctors. 

After Liu Yusheng personally reviewed them, she would decide whether to keep them. Additionally, a few days were scheduled for urgent training to ensure the chosen ones could quickly and accurately pass surgical instruments to her during operations.

With so much going on, she didn’t even have time to visit the two kids in the palace.

On the fourth day, Liu Yusheng selected two people from a small group of six to temporarily serve as her assistants.

One older, one younger.

The elder’s name was Bai, Bai Zhu. He was nearly fifty years old, with a few strands of goatee, always smiling warmly and very kind-hearted.

The younger was a girl named Qi Xin, just seventeen. She came from a family of doctors spanning generations and had been exposed to medicine since childhood, showing some talent. She admired the famous doctor Liu Yusheng and volunteered eagerly when she heard that she was looking for assistants.

Both were somewhat well-known local doctors with decent medical skills, especially proficient in suturing techniques. Beyond that, the reason Liu Yusheng chose them was their passion for medicine and willingness to ask questions without pride.

This was rare among most doctors who often had a high opinion of themselves.

Another thing that pleased Liu Yusheng was that neither of them had the bad habit of being overly protective of their own limited knowledge.

With Bai Zhu and Qi Xin selected, plus Liu Yusheng’s intention to train Zisu and Chenxiang nearby, there were four people to help, so the upcoming surgeries could proceed smoothly.

When they first saw Liu Yusheng bring out a set of surgical tools, Bai Zhu and Qi Xin gaped with eyes wide in shock and remained stunned for a long while.

Liu Yusheng let them pick up the surgical instruments to examine and study, then began stating her requirements, “In the next three days, you need to memorize the names and uses of these tools thoroughly. You all should understand why I’m looking for assistants. It’s a matter of life and death, so no negligence or slackening is allowed. If any of you feel you can’t meet this standard, you can leave now.”

“Your Highness, rest assured, three days is enough. When the time comes, you can test us. If we can’t do it, there’s no need for you to kick us out. We’ll pack up and leave on our own,” Bai Zhu answered very earnestly, his eyes shining with determination.