The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1245: 1240: Soul-Consuming Needle Must Be Practiced

Chapter 1245: Chapter 1240: Soul-Consuming Needle Must Be Practiced

Chu Xi nodded in distress, “It hurts so much… it hurts so much.”

The place where her mother had stabbed her hurt, her heart also hurt terribly, a pain she couldn’t describe—it was a kind of feeling.

She felt as if her mother had abandoned her.

Her mother didn’t want her anymore and even particularly disliked her.

The fleeting softness in Chu Yifeng’s eyes faded, and he rushed out from behind the screen, pulling Rong Sheng up from the ground and clenching her neck tightly, “You killed my daughter, so you want to die with , don’t you? I’ll die with you right now!”

To prevent her from harming others anymore!

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He had truly lost his mind, and he soon crushed Rong Sheng’s larynx. Had Chu Yihan not acted in ti to deflect half of the force, Rong Sheng would have beco a corpse.

“Chu Yihan, get out of the way!”

Chu Yifeng, like an enraged lion, lost all reason, his eyes bloodshot.

Chu Yihan forcefully pressed down on his shoulder, “Calm down! If you die, what will happen to your daughter?”

He tried to awaken Chu Yifeng’s reason, but when Chu Yifeng saw red, no one could stop him. Instead, he unleashed incredible power, nearly striking Chu Yihan with a palm.

“Bang—”

Where his palm force reached, a fine nanmu table was smashed to pieces, wooden fragnts scattering everywhere.

“Roar!”

Shan Bao roared furiously, quickly shielding Chu Heng to prevent him from entering the room.

Seeing this, Chu Heng grasped the fur on Shan Bao’s head, nervously saying, “Quick, go… find Mom!”

Daddy and Uncle are going to fight again!

Shan Bao licked Chu Heng’s face, as if saying: Stay put, little troublemaker, don’t go in.

It sped off and disappeared in a flash.

Su Yingxue, carrying the freshly prepared dicine, saw Chu Yihan and Chu Yifeng fighting fiercely, and before she could cry out for them to stop, Rong Sheng charged at Chu Yifeng.

“Boom!”

“Pfft!”

Chu Yifeng brought his palm down heavily, and Rong Sheng, charging right into it, was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Sister Rong Sheng!”

“Rong Sheng!”

Su Yingxue and Chu Yifeng simultaneously froze, Su Yingxue dropping her dicine bowl and quickly rushing to help Rong Sheng, her fingers touching her wrist at that mont, sensed that Rong Sheng’s injuries inflicted by Chu Yifeng were severe, with many of her ridians severed.

She hurriedly fed Rong Sheng a Heart Protection Pill and pressed on her injured area to stop the bleeding.

She did not know what to say for a mont, “Sister Rong Sheng, why did you have to do this?”

Why provoke Chu Yifeng? Why insist on this violent struggle?

Chu Yifeng trembled all over, his eyes filled with disbelief as he approached Rong Sheng, his head tilted uncontrollably, “Rong Sheng, I’ve gone mad, and so have you, haven’t you?”

“Pfft!”

Rong Sheng kept spitting out blood, as if trying to empty all the blood in her body.

Even with her face covered in blood, her eyes still held a frosty glare, “I’ve repaid what I owed your daughter, but rember! I, Rong Sheng, will never bear you a daughter in this lifeti, you… are not worthy!”

Chu Yifeng’s gaze was montarily blank until his mind comprehended what Rong Sheng had said, then he burst into frantic laughter, “Hahaha! Hahahahaha…”

Rong Sheng, oh Rong Sheng, how ruthless you truly are!

Not only are you harsh to him, but also to a two-year-old child, and even more so to yourself… you’re so extrely ruthless!

Even though he managed to hold back so of his inner strength, it was enough to cost her half her life. She simply wanted him to hate her, to exhaust all ans to hurt him, harm him, and force him to react.

After Chu Yifeng finished laughing, he looked down at Rong Sheng, “From now on, Your Highness and my daughter will have nothing to do with you!”

He would no longer entertain the foolish hope that Rong Sheng would bear him a daughter.

This woman hated him, wished he would die, and she tortured him relentlessly just to drive him insane.

In this entanglent of love and hate, he too only wanted to engage with her to the bitter end.

They… could never go back to how things were.

Chu Yifeng entered the room, carried Chu Xi out like a precious treasure, and left without ever bringing up the matter of a blood test. He wouldn’t harbor any illusions about Rong Sheng anymore.

They were a deadlock, sworn enemies!

For his daughter… he would never forgive her!

Su Yingxue held Rong Sheng, and it took an entire day to barely safeguard her heart channels. She spent a long ti rushing around dicine King Valley, intending to prepare dicine for Rong Sheng.

Little Ginseng was hopping around in front of her, “Rather than mixing dicine here, why not use needles on her? Haven’t you researched the Soul-Consuming Needle?”

Su Yingxue’s actions paused as she took a deep breath and frowned slightly, “I haven’t fully researched the Soul-Consuming Needle yet. My mother’s letter only recorded half of it.”

In the end, she wasn’t so confident in herself.

She had always admired her mother and never thought she could surpass her, a person who seed like a deity.

“You’ve perford several surgeries already. What’s the ‘Soul-Consuming Needle’ compared to those?” Little Ginseng puffed up its chubby face to encourage her.

“It’s different! This is Sister Rong Sheng. Her ridians are disordered and reversed. What if I use her as practice and endanger her life?” Su Yingxue shook her head, preferring to continue fiddling with dicine rather than take such risks.

“Actually, harming her might set a lot of people free.”

Little Ginseng held its chubby cheeks, speaking the blunt truth with childlike innocence.

Su Yingxue picked it up by the butt and gave it a good spanking, “Don’t talk nonsense!”

Although she couldn’t understand Rong Sheng, Rong Sheng’s dical skills were irreplaceable here. Over the years, she had saved countless lives while practicing dicine outside; Rong Sheng was outstanding as a doctor.

Yet…

She always hurt herself and those around her.

Su Yingxue prepared the dicine and handed it to Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng was the most silent and cooperative among her patients.

Perhaps because she was a doctor herself.

But Rong Sheng suggested, “This dicine contains properties that counteract my condition. There’s no need to give it to anymore.”

Su Yingxue knew she couldn’t fool her. She decided to be more straightforward and said, “I don’t know if you’ll hate . I slapped you, but I truly want to remind you, Sister Rong Sheng, don’t be so hard on yourself or on Chu Yifeng. If you don’t love him, just use dicine to make him forget about you. But while you dicate him, you’re also dicating yourself.”

The properties in Rong Sheng’s body were the sa as the ones Chu Yifeng had been exposed to, but she had also taken another dose of dicine herself. She hadn’t analyzed the components of that dicine yet, but seeing Rong Sheng’s pallid and injured complexion, she could guess it was counteracting the dicine she had previously taken.

Essentially, she wanted Chu Yifeng to forget about her, yet she didn’t allow herself to forget about Chu Yifeng.

Why put herself through such pain?

Rong Sheng remained silent. She was a decisive but isolated person. One could say she was selfish, but her own feelings were sothing she never shared with others.

She lay in bed without speaking, leaving Su Yingxue unable to persuade her further. The injuries were very troubleso to treat, and without confidence in the Soul-Consuming Needle, Su Yingxue hesitated.