Chapter 28: The Surgery Is a Success; Zhu Biao Is Better Suited to Be Emperor Than Zhu Di

Xia Jingtian finished putting on his surgical gown, cap, mask, and gloves, ready to perform surgery on Zhu Yuanzhang.

In reality, a major craniotomy for a cerebral hemorrhage typically requires a team of four or five people: a surgeon, an anesthesiologist, and two nurses. However, in the Kangshou Medical Clinic, Xia Jingtian was the only one present; he had to handle everything himself. That was why he had spent over ten million to purchase a brain surgery robot, which allowed him to operate solo.

"Your Majesty, do not be nervous. You will wake up after a nap, and the surgery will be finished," Xia Jingtian said, comforting Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Very well..." Zhu Yuanzhang nodded in response.

Next, the preparations for surgery began. Xia Jingtian...

Slowly circulating his inner energy, he methodically absorbed the vital essence, which flowed along his meridians and eventually settled into the faint jade seal.

Feng Feisha grew angry again. Just as she extended two fingers, she realized Jiang Sen had already run over to Yao Jinling’s side.

Bai Tang recalled himself from a few years ago, also alone, playing with a candle in the dead of night.

Even after using the Nirvana Flame, there was no sign of Lin Huang recovering... This left Huang Xuanzhi completely baffled.

High above the nine heavens, Chen Cangqiong was speechless; he just wanted to rest and be lazy, so why was it so difficult?

Yao Jinling opened her mouth to gesture. Sure enough, in front of her, Zhang Jianyi opened his mouth. Yao Jinling slowly placed the piece of fish into Zhang Jianyi's mouth.

Yao Jinling had just fallen asleep when several young voices suddenly shouted outside her window, startling her so much that she sprang high up from the bed.

"No need." Ruan Qingning indicated that this place was so desolate that no one would see her even if she showed her face.

"Are these things really that important?" Lu Ling did not quite understand why Ruan Qingning was so persistent.

***

However, Ye Feng was different. Ye Feng was not human, but a second-generation zombie, practically a demigod. While clairvoyance consumed a great deal of stamina for ordinary psychics, for Ye Feng, it was as effortless as a blink of an eye.

At the city gate of Yingchuan Commandery, two squads of Qin soldiers stood guard—one team checking those entering, the other checking those leaving.

Indeed, the longest road one could ever walk was Sheng Zhixuan’s path. He had promised to send her home and told her to rest early, but in the end, she had no choice but to accept his arrangements.

In the pure white space, faint phantoms formed by shimmering bright stars flickered in the sky—they were the heroes from the game *Honor of Kings*.

But words alone were not enough. Li Dafu handed over a card, his heart aching significantly; the eight points earned from the Wisdom Palace trade were not enough to buy anything in North Peace City, so he had made a special trip to An County.

Jin'er tried her best to hold back her sobs, but seeing her grandfather drawing more breath than he was taking in, she finally couldn't help but cry out.

The courtiers saw it was Chu Liyu and naturally understood that the brother-in-law of the Emperor was siding with his sister. But this Dowager Consort was only a concubine of the late Emperor and could not possibly threaten the Empress’s status, so why be so mean-spirited?

Feng Wanli let out a sigh of relief, nuzzled the Blue Spirit Sable at his neck, and left the rooftop.

"No, nothing at all." Although he said there was nothing, Tang Sanzang quietly moved a bit further away from Sun Wukong.

Who was waiting for him? If she was hungry, she would naturally eat her fill first. This Prince Chen was truly full of himself. Chu Lixue clicked her tongue, secretly grumbling in her heart.

Just then, Lingluo heard the laughter inside the bedroom from outside the door and could not help but knit her delicate brows together, thinking to herself: Laugh all you want; let's see how long you can laugh. There will be a time when you will be crying.

After finishing his words, he ignored the surprised gazes of the crowd and left directly. Yami Sukehiro sighed in frustration; this guy hadn't given him one but had given it to another captain instead—it was truly exasperating. No, he had to go back and demand one from him.

"Is lucid dreaming really so useless in your eyes? Hasn't it helped anyone? Isn't it also a branch of your dream interpretation therapy?" Rao Pei'er muttered, though she didn't hold much hope for her request.

Now she could not be sure if this money was well spent, but at least it was a sliver of hope, and she had to hold onto it tightly.

A surge of wild joy flooded Wen Zixuan’s heart. Did Tong'er mean that she... she liked him? Was that what it meant?

Walking in the darkness, I did not know how long I had been going, nor did I know exactly where I had arrived. But as I kept walking, the path felt increasingly rugged. I didn't ask for a light to guide the way; if I were lucky, I would reach the place I was looking for. If not, the worst-case scenario was just walking out from that place.

"I am that sliver of soul..." I didn't know what to feel. I believed my true self would not lie to me, as there was simply no need. This result was hard to accept. Even though I had been prepared for it, I almost collapsed. I wanted to turn and run, but I had to meet my true self.

***

"They are friends, and my father asked Team Leader Qu to look after me..." Before Fan Xiao could finish his sentence, the urn suddenly exploded. A wave of heat rushed toward Ran Sinian’s face, startling him into instant consciousness.

As he spoke, a smile played on his face, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at Ye Qiu.

However, after the door opened, the space outside remained empty; the person who had knocked just moments before had vanished.

Sengoku silently blessed Zephyr in his heart, hoping that he would hide away completely and spend his remaining years in peace.

He had just finished teasing someone else’s child and hadn't even had time to be happy when, in the blink of an eye, his own captain had delivered himself right into the trap.

Xia Jie opened the letter. When his eyes touched the elegant, flowing calligraphy, a variety of emotions flashed through his ice-blue pupils. Finally, with a slight force, the letter paper turned to ashes in his palm.

Earlier, when he watched someone slaughtering the fish, he had seen waves of cold air being released from the fish's body.

"Ah Jie, I have been so happy lately. I want to live, to live and spend the rest of my life with you."

The desert at dusk, when there is no storm, gives people a feeling of particularly vast beauty and lonely gentleness.

A short sentence appeared on the phone screen. Then, finding the number, he pressed send to dispatch the text message.

Gu Xingyue, accompanied by Nan Yuan and her set of tools, went to the competition venue.

Le Shangxian was still drinking. Seeing Nan Yuan walk over and observing what she was holding, he was slightly stunned. When he saw her face clearly, another wave of disappointment washed over him.

Neither the Shang family nor the Qiu family wanted Shang Xufeng to marry her. For the sake of appearances, both sets of parents still forced smiles in front of the guests and reporters.

Even if the flying saucer didn't catch fire, the incendiary bombs were still made of gunpowder, and the fuel carried in the back was gasoline. The moment they were fired, they would ignite immediately.