The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 383 - 383: She Doesn’t Have Such Strong Taste

Chapter 383: She Doesn’t Have Such Strong Taste

Long Shuli advised him to go back and take a look at that woman, so he wouldn’t live with regrets.

He resented her inwardly, thinking, “Even if 1 return to see her, 1’11 only go to poison her to death!”

However, he was unable to develop the Intoxicating Fragrance because the woman died faster than he had imagined.

The last ti he laid eyes on her, she was emaciated and extrely unattractive.

There was no lack of his revenge on her. However, when she saw his young and handso face, her first words remained, “I have no regrets.”

They were childhood friends. He had doted on her for over a decade, but upon his return from a few years away, she had married soone else. How could he forgive her for abandoning their relationship so easily? Such a breach of trust. Yet, her death left him feeling hollow.

On the day he parted ways with Long Shuli, Shuli asked, “Is the Intoxicating Fragrance still being developed?”

He shook his head.

There was no need.

Little did he know, that stubborn Shuli had completed it.

During the detoxification process, he discovered a dication among Long Shuli’s redies called Unforgettable.

“Rember the good tis.”

Now, he finally understood Long Shuli’s intentions.

“Are you and my mother best friends?” Su Yingxue found her mother’s interactions with people beyond the comprehension of ordinary folk.

“I admire her.”

For once, Saint Ruan’s face carried a hint of seriousness.

“If that’s the case, her daughter has co seeking your help. Will you assist?” Su Yingxue’s sly eyes glead with cunning.

Saint Ruan stowed away his vials and jars, proudly snorting, “Haven’t you already bested with poison? What need do you have for my help now?”

“That was because of my mother,” Su Yingxue confessed openly.

“Then, what favor do you seek?” Saint Ruan bent, shifting to a rattan chair, leisurely crossing his legs and reclining.

“My father was poisoned.” Su Yingxue’s countenance turned solemn.

Saint Ruan raised an intrigued eyebrow.

Su Yingxue described Su Dingheng’s symptoms to Saint Ruan, asking, “Is there a poison undetectable by pulse-taking? It seems the tumor in his body is expanding. What dicine can eliminate it?”

Saint Ruan didn’t imdiately reply. He seed deeply engrossed in thought. Even after she called him several tis, he didn’t respond.

Eventually, he narrowed his eyes, the wrinkles on his eyelids hiding his gaze. “You say the pulse can’t be detected, and there’s sothing undetermined inside his body?”

“Yes.” This was the headache-inducing aspect for Su Yingxue.

Saint Ruan’s eyes lit up, suddenly turning to her. “Did your mother leave behind any modern dical records?”

“Modern dicine?” Surprise flashed across Su Yingxue’s eyes. “How did you know?”

“Ha! Crafty girl!”

Saint Ruan’s aged fra whisked into his room like a gust of wind. With a thud, he shut the door. Two hours later, the young man in a red robe erged, holding a fan.

His captivating eyes were entrancing, that belt embroidered with shaful patterns still on his waist.

Su Yingxue was taken aback. “Did you poison yourself again?”

Saint Ruan’s mouth twitched. “Control yourself. Don’t be chard by .”

Su Yingxue was left speechless.

Her tastes weren’t that extre!

On the way to the Marquis’s Manor, Su Yingxue told Saint Ruan that there were indeed a few modern dical books in the dical books her mother left behind. However, these dical books were far from their dical skills, especially when it ca to performing surgery..

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