"Long Shuli, you called me a b*stard! I..." He rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront her, but the realization that Long Shuli had passed away many years ago made him snort in frustration. "I'll settle the score with her later!"
A hint of melancholy flickered in Su Yingxue's eyes. "If you want to settle the score with my mother, you'll probably have to do it in your next life."
"Medical practitioners who don't believe in ghosts and gods, where does the next life come from? It's just a matter of reaching the underworld to see if there's a chance to meet her again," Saint Ruan responded nonchalantly.
He, like Su Yingxue, was surprised. "My mother left behind a set of surgical tools!"
Su Yingxue discovered that the box contained an entire set of surgical tools, arranged in three layers. There were knives of various sizes, along with scissors she had never seen before, all exquisitely crafted.
