081 Doctor—A Noble Profession

Rather than teaching theory, it was better to dive straight into practice.

Xie Yihuang felt somewhat anxious as she entered the operating room, but she knew that since she had chosen the medical profession, it was only a matter of time before she faced this moment. Fortunately, her spirit was strong enough; though she felt a little out of place, she managed to keep absolutely silent throughout the surgery. Instead, she focused intently, recording every step President Chen took in her mind, though the record was somewhat bloody.

This time, for domestic audiences, watching the men’s singles event in Sochi was a challenge, as all the competitions took place in the early hours of the morning, requiring them to stay up late.

No one really knew what hope General Su Wu had clung to in the end to reverse humanity’s extinction.

Chu Xia’s cheeks flushed red. Although she was happy, after all, her mother and child were present.

In her heart, she was sure that Sui Xiao had already been unwittingly drawn into Song Xing’s way of thinking, led along without even realizing it.

Therefore, even if it meant putting his old face on the line, Zhang Xian was determined to win a chance for Ouyang Zhi to survive, even if it meant scraping by.

The sound of burning filled the air as the golden silkworm was dropped into the pot, vanishing without a trace like a clay ox in the sea, utterly gone.

Ye Tian’s eyes shimmered with the interplay of yin and yang. Seven threads of starlight fell from the void. Picking up one between his fingers, he casually pointed it toward the air. One star dimmed, but a trace of starlight drifted toward Nan Moshen.

Song Xing slowly raised her head. Aunt Lan saw the delicate, glass-like features of her face, still streaked with tears, her gaze as cold and sharp as shattered ice split by a blade.

Even from this close, one could see her refined features, the distinct lower eyelids, and, recalling the glimpse of her crimson lips from the other day, it was easy to sketch her visage in the mind’s eye.

“Even so, we’re still two months short, aren’t we? Yingxue should be the first to reach full term,” Yingyue said, a little exasperated.

Clearly, the seatbelt was wedged tightly in the buckle and wouldn’t come out no matter how he tried. He could only sink back into the driver’s seat, his consciousness growing hazy.

He had just instructed Nie Yun over the phone to help him investigate the old man. But Nie Yun told him it was proving difficult; she, too, had been looking into the old man’s records in secret, only to find that all his medical files had been wiped—or perhaps the man had never been ill at all?

The likes of the Hong Kong Electric Company and the American Electric Company all knelt before the name “Earth Electric Company.”

“Why would I be making things up?” Bai San looked at her in puzzlement. He was clearly telling the truth, so why did she insist he was speaking nonsense?

To avoid unnecessary trouble, both of them wore sunglasses and masks; unless you were extremely familiar with them, you wouldn’t recognize them at all.

“Woof, hey priest, what’s this act you’re putting on?” the Black Emperor said with a grin, stepping forward. He’d suspected a connection with Duan De from the faint scent on the priest, but it was only after Ye Jie made his move that he was sure.

The youth appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, with dark hair and eyes, and rather delicate features, though his occasional twitching made people worry for him.

You may not know, but whether you do or not, I always will… Perhaps you don’t care for promises, but I’ll keep doing things my way, whether you like it or not.

Just then, Z pushed the door open and entered. The Spider lifted his eyes slightly, glancing at Z, who never once looked directly at him, and a question rose in his mind—who was this person?

“Shen’er, you are the child of me and Lin Li—born clever, gifted beyond compare. Your talents would be wasted on Guardian Divine Peak. Only by your father’s side will you truly shine. There is little more your mother can teach you,” Diana said, resting her chin on the crown of his head.

“No need for such courtesy, sister,” Su Ran Hua replied, sitting without moving, her bright eyes scanning Su Ran Qing’s face up and down.

She really ought to know better. At twenty-seven, how could she still not understand such basic manners and etiquette?