Chapter 118: Su Xiaoyi’s Cheat Gets Sealed

“Alright, it’s about time, let’s go see the show!”

After chatting for a while, Wang Haoran noticed Zhu Nan looking dazed and sleepy, and reminded her.

“At this critical moment, you still want to sleep?”

“Your beloved husband is about to battle wits and courage with a lecherous wolf; your deep love and loyalty, can you sleep?”

“…Fine…” Zhu Nan thought about it and agreed.

Though her eyes were bloodshot and she desperately wanted to rest, she decided to go see how Zhao Ruilong’s treatment was going.

As soon as they stepped out, they brought along Qing Yi, who was waiting at the door.

On the way, Qing Yi quietly followed Zhu Nan but was internally puzzled.

She felt like she was like Wang Po, the gatekeeper for Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian.

Even though these two weren’t doing anything intimate, it felt like they were sneaking around.

Qing Yi knew her lady wasn’t a good person, always scheming for her benefit, but she didn’t expect her to go to such great lengths, making dealing with Su Xiaoyi the biggest deal.

And this Mr. Wang, too, was eager and passionate about dealing with Su Xiaoyi, staying to watch Zhu Nan frame Su Xiaoyi, not fearing being seen.

Clearly, Su Xiaoyi couldn’t harm them much, but they insisted on going all out, using every dirty trick, like a palace drama, fighting to the death.

Qing Yi felt like the two were a perfect match, collaborating in mischief.

But she didn’t dare say anything. After all, Zhu Nan had saved her life, so she had to support her in whatever she did.

They arrived at Zhao’s medical room.

It was already crowded.

Lying on the bed, waiting for Su Xiaoyi to administer the needles, Zhao Ruilong felt uncomfortable.

Shouldn’t treatment be quiet and private? Why am I being watched by so many people?

But he had no choice—

Zhu Nan was his wife, her presence was reasonable.

Uncle Lai was one of his most trusted, so no problem there.

Su Xiaoyi and Doctor Sun were treating him, they had to be there.

Wang Haoran had made a bet with Su Xiaoyi, and he had tacitly agreed, so he couldn’t make him leave.

As for his brothers, Zhao Ruihu and Zhao Ruinian, though he suggested they leave, they insisted on staying, claiming concern.

Though he was the most distinguished here, Zhao Ruilong felt like he was just an assistant to Su Xiaoyi’s performance.

But seeing Su Xiaoyi already holding the needles, Zhao Ruilong had no time to think further.

He saw Su Xiaoyi smiling, but inside, he was seething.

This Su Xiaoyi, he thought, was after his niece, but surprised to find he was also eyeing his wife! How audacious!

Such a lecher, no wonder he kept getting caught for soliciting!

Unaware of Zhao Ruilong’s thoughts, Su Xiaoyi focused on administering the needles.

Head, chest, waist, in sequence, Su Xiaoyi skillfully placed twelve needles.

But just as he was about to place the thirteenth needle below the dantian, he turned to Wang Haoran.

“Watch carefully, my thirteenth needle!”

“Alright, alright, I’m watching!”

Seeing Wang Haoran’s calm expression, Su Xiaoyi coldly snorted and forcefully inserted the needle.

“…”

“…”

No reaction.

Though normal treatment was like this, everyone was puzzled.

Because in the previous treatments, Su Xiaoyi’s final needle had immediate effects, making Zhao Ruilong look healthier, and he would hum in comfort.

But this time, there was no reaction.

Zhao Ruilong was puzzled.

This treatment didn’t give him the usual comforting feeling of recovery; it only felt like needle pricks.

Could it be, even after making his wife pretend to sacrifice herself, Su Xiaiyi wasn’t fooled? Should he explode now? Should he signal for backup?

Su Xiaiyi was also puzzled. His Thirteen Needles of Death had always been foolproof; why didn’t it feel seamless this time?

Thinking for a while, he deepened the needles, but still no effect.

After half an hour of fiddling, Su Xiaiyi couldn’t find the problem. Wang Haoran finally spoke.

“Doctor Su, can you do it or not? If not, let me try!”

“I…”

Sweating, Su Xiaiyi wanted to speak but was interrupted by Wang Haoran.

“Everyone’s eyes are sharp; don’t lie and say you’ve already cured him!”

“…Give me more time!”

Proud of his medical skills, Su Xiaiyi wouldn’t lie.

Though he didn’t know why his Thirteen Needles of Death weren’t working, he could see Zhao Ruilong wasn’t improving.

Helpless, he redid the thirteenth needle.

But as he applied force to his wrist.

Wang Haoran, taking advantage of everyone’s focus on Su Xiaiyi, secretly struck his wrist with qi.

Caught off guard, Su Xiaiyi’s hand slipped, the needle position shifted down a few centimeters, and he forcefully inserted it at an angle.

“His—”

The thin silk clothing couldn’t stop Su Xiaiyi’s powerful needle technique.

Like a bamboo skewer piercing a sausage at an angle.

Zhao Ruilong, feeling the needle, couldn’t help but gasp.

He felt the needle go through.

This needle didn’t hurt much but caused an incomparable damage.

A tube was pierced through, and his mind imagined himself leaking from both ends in the bathroom.

Everyone else was equally shocked, seeing a slight bloodstain on Zhao Ruilong’s pants.

Doctor Sun couldn’t help but mutter.

“First, mischief, now, chicken-stabbing…”

“Is this the miraculous technique of a divine doctor? I really can’t understand!”