Su Yingxue had attempted the procedure herself, but the tools she created differed significantly from those her mother illustrated. She could only use it to cut open a rabbit.
"If applied to a human body... that would be impossible!"
Saint Ruan raised an eyebrow. "Didn't your mother leave you a set of surgical tools?"
Su Yingxue shook her head. "Mother left behind many medical books and records, but as for surgical tools... there weren't any."
Muttering to himself, Saint Ruan said, "That shouldn't be the case. I saw her with some twenty years ago..."
"Who are you?"
Before Saint Ruan could finish his sentence, the palace guards from the Marquis's Manor glanced over keenly.
Saint Ruan seized Su Yingxue, blending into the night. Fortunately, his exceptional lightness skill allowed them to evade the guards and reach Su Dingheng's bed smoothly.
