Chapter 221 - 148: You Really Have the Nerve_2

Hua Tianyou and Ms Li had never seen these things before, and only felt that the cold gleam of the metal instruments under the light was hair-raising.

Han Lei first tested the blood of the assassin and transfused it, hung the IV, anesthetized, and after completing these tasks, she then used scissors to cut open the clothes at the assassin’s back.

"Tianyou, help me hold down his shoulders, don’t let him move around."

Han Lei instructed while putting on gloves. The anesthesia would take a little while to take effect, but she couldn’t wait any longer.

If the assassin wasn’t deeply unconscious and could still feel pain, then let him hurt a bit first. Who told him to attempt to assassinate Zhao Zun! If it weren’t to find out who was behind the plot, she wouldn’t even deign to save him.

Hua Tianyou nodded, placing both hands on the assassin’s shoulders.

When Han Lei picked up the scalpel, seeing its cold, sharp blade, Ms Li gasped, turning her face away.

Han Lei glanced at her, softly lowered her head, and gently cut open the wound. Blood instantly gushed out, flowing down the assassin’s skin onto the table.

"Ms Li." Han Lei called out.

Ms Li turned her face back, seeing the scene, her complexion instantly turned pale, and the towel in her hand almost dropped to the ground.

"Ms Li, help me wipe my sweat."

Han Lei said without lifting her head. As long as it didn’t affect her operation, she didn’t mind all the blood flowing everywhere.

Ms Li’s hand trembled as she gently wiped the sweat off Han Lei’s forehead with the towel.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Han Lei’s hands, seeing them wearing gloves and operating skillfully within the wound.

The bloody scene and the smell of blood in the air made Ms Li’s stomach churn, she struggled to keep standing despite the discomfort.

Although Hua Tianyou was more composed than Ms Li, seeing Han Lei "digging and poking" within the wound with pliers and tweezers one moment after another, his heart too stirred with bouts of nausea.

He gritted his teeth, and quietly asked, "Han Lei, what... what kind of medical technique is this? Why is it so... bloody?"

Hua Tianyou watched Han Lei as if looking at a butcher slaughtering a pig.

Han Lei’s hands didn’t pause in the slightest, her tone remained calm: "This is surgery; we must cut open the wound to find the bullet and remove it. You haven’t seen it before, naturally you feel uneasy."

Hua Tianyou nodded, although still dubious internally, seeing Han Lei’s focused and calm expression, he could only feign serenity, clenching his teeth, cooperating with Han Lei’s work.

Midway through the surgery, Ms Li finally couldn’t endure it any longer.

She suddenly let go of the towel, covered her mouth, staggered back several steps, her voice trembling.

"I... I can’t take it anymore..."

Han Lei, without lifting her head, said blandly: "Ms Li, you can go out first, don’t vomit here."

Ms Li, as if receiving a great pardon, stumbled out of the dining hall, heading straight for the jujube tree in the yard. She leaned on the trunk, bent over, and vomited violently.

Outside, everyone was anxiously waiting. Seeing Ms Li rush out suddenly and lean against the wall, vomiting nonstop, they crowded around her.

"Ms Li, what’s wrong? What’s happening inside?" Zhao Ling’er walked over urgently, asking.

Ms Li waved her hand, her face pale as paper, gasping, and said: "Too... too terrifying, so much blood, I... I really couldn’t bear it..."

Too terrifying?

Upon hearing that, everyone exchanged glances, their hearts growing more uneasy, not knowing what was really happening indoors.

The butler couldn’t help but mutter softly: "What exactly is the Princess Consort doing? How could it be so gruesome?"

Old Madam approached, patting Ms Li’s back, comforting: "You rest a bit first, don’t rush."

Then, Old Madam turned to the others and said: "Everyone, don’t guess wildly, Lei’er is skilled in medicine, surely she’s saving someone."

Inside the dining hall, Han Lei seemed oblivious to the commotion outside. She was entirely focused on handling the wound, her movements quick and steady.

Outside, Ms Li gradually caught her breath, wiping her mouth, still with lingering fright.

"I’ve never... never seen such a scene, the Princess Consort is truly remarkable to be able to handle this without changing her expression."

Old Madam nodded, said in a deep voice: "Lei’er is doing this to save that person, let’s not disturb her. Ms Li, if you can’t take it, you should rest first."

Ms Li shook her head resolutely, saying: "No, I have to go back and help. The Princess Consort is busy, I can’t hold her back."

Everyone, seeing her determination, felt admiration and concern.

The butler couldn’t help but sigh: "Ms Li, you are truly commendable!"

Ms Li forced a smile, took a deep breath, and pushed the door back into the room.