Chapter 67: How Can You Be So Useless?
Note: The previous chapters 57-66 has been replaced. I have replaced them. Thank you.
“Guide Gu is too unreasonable. Unlike this Princess, I am willing to respect everyone’s choice.”
Xie Qiang used two fingers to measure the position for amputation on Cen Yu’s forearm, saying in a cheerful tone, “Although after the amputation, you’ll still have recurring phantom limb pain—which gets worse with weather changes, stress, fatigue, or touching the stump—and you won’t be able to sleep… and in serious cases, it can even cause joint contracture, muscle atrophy, scoliosis, venous thrombosis, lung infection…”
“But for the strong little Guide Cen, I’m sure none of that will be a problem!”
Cen Yu was starting to sweat. “There are that many side effects?”
“Well, not necessarily.” Xie Qiang lightly tapped her chin, thinking seriously with a frown. “Amputation also carries a risk of death. If you die, naturally there are no side effects.”
Cen Yu instantly felt like retreating. She was still young; she didn’t want to die so early!
Xie Qiang urged, “Alright, enough chatting. Before Guide Gu returns, let’s just act first and report later—let’s chop off your arm!”
With that, Xie Qiang raised the longsword, looking eager to swing it at Cen Yu’s arm.
Cen Yu was so scared she hurriedly pulled back her arm and retreated repeatedly. “Wait, wait a minute! I suddenly don’t want an amputation anymore!”
“Why?” Xie Qiang paused, then suddenly realized. “You must be afraid that I don’t have enough strength to chop cleanly, right?”
“It’s okay; I can let Mo Yin do it for you…”
“No! Truly, there’s no need! I was wrong, Her Royal Highness!” Cen Yu knelt directly before her, shaking her head desperately, tears flying out. “I shouldn’t have been headstrong; I won’t have an amputation!”
Only then did Xie Qiang return the sword to Mo Yin with a sense of lingering desire. “Then when you change your mind, come find me again.”
Next time, she would find another way to scare this simple little girl. Hehe.
Xie Qiang sat down, waiting for Gu Yuan to return and administer the anesthetic. Only then did she pull open Cen Yu’s wound to observe the condition of the tendons, ligaments, and nerves inside.
“Her Royal Highness…” Gu Yuan asked uneasily, “Is there still hope for Xiao Yu’s arm?”
“Mm, it’s not a big problem; it just needs some time.” Xie Qiang looked up at Cen Yu and gave another soft smile. “I just don’t know if little Guide Cen can wait. Should we just go with the amputa—”
Before she could finish, Cen Yu spoke up abruptly as if triggered, “I can wait! I can definitely wait! I can wait as long as it takes!”
Gu Yuan looked at Cen Yu in confusion.
Why did this child suddenly change her mind?
“Mm, then let’s wait for a month first.” Xie Qiang made an agreement with Cen Yu. “A month from now, I will personally perform the surgery on you.”
—
The Starsea Empire relied on its advanced pharmaceutical technology and did not value surgical medicine.
Xie Qiang flipped through the ancient medical books Shu Fenghua had given her. In this novel world, surgery was also called “Ancient Medicine.” Although the ancient medical books recorded how to perform surgeries for various diseases, because they were all in very difficult English, the Guides couldn’t understand them at all, leading it to become a niche field.
“It seems I’ll have to translate for them in the future.”
Xie Qiang put down the book and looked at her own arm.
Although Cen Yu’s injury was serious, the difficulty of the surgery wasn’t high. The only problem was that she was currently using the villainess’s body; if she were to sew arm ligaments and nerves… she might have shaky hands.
She had to practice again.
After thinking for a bit, Xie Qiang turned to look at Mo Yin, who was standing behind her, and asked, “Mo Yin, can you catch a few frogs?”
Mo Yin was looking at the English letters in the ancient medical book with a dizzy expression. Hearing this, he looked at her blankly. “Battlefield. Only Zerg.”
Xie Qiang was taken aback. Oh, right, she had almost forgotten; how could there be frogs on the battlefield?
“Then how about… trying the Zerg?”
She thought seriously about this possibility. “Can you catch a small Zerg?”
Xie Qiang circled her thumb and pinky together, indicating an approximate size.
Mo Yin nodded, then lowered his head and sent a message.
“When are we going to catch it?” Xie Qiang stood up, unable to wait.
“No need.” Mo Yin reached out and held her down. “There is free labor.”
Xie Qiang tilted her head. “Hmm?”
Who?
The next morning, Xie Qiang woke up in a haze and heard what sounded like Hong Que’s voice at the door. “What do you want this thing for? Do you know how hard it is to find a Zerg this small! I went to their nest in the middle of the night to steal it; I almost got caught!”
Then Mo Yin’s cold, clear voice rang out, “Oh. Goodbye.”
Finally, there was the sound of the door closing ruthlessly and Hong Que’s penetrating voice cursing, “You bastard! Can’t you even say thank you! What do you take me for! Free labor?!”
Ah, so the free labor was Hong Que.
Xie Qiang fell back into a deep sleep.
After getting off work that day, Xie Qiang didn’t even have time to eat. She hurried back to the rest area and asked Shu Fenghua for sewing needles.
Shu Fenghua was a perverted enthusiast of ancient medical books and had collected many ancient surgical knives and tools. Hearing that Xie Qiang intended to practice sewing techniques, she immediately pulled them out of her medicine box.
“I knew my collection would be useful sooner or later!” Shu Fenghua laid out the surgical instrument kit like a treasure, then asked, “But what do you plan to practice on?”
Xie Qiang: “Zerg.”
“Oh, Zerg. Zerg is good… wait? What?” Realizing what she said, Shu Fenghua gave a scream and immediately hugged the surgical kit tightly to her chest. “Are you serious! A Zerg’s shell is so hard; it’ll break these tools!”
Xie Qiang: “Hmm, when I return to the palace, I’ll give you two brand-new sets.”
Shu Fenghua immediately stuffed the surgical kit into Xie Qiang’s hands and said nonchalantly, “Hai! It’s just a small problem! Take it!”
Xie Qiang: Woman, the speed at which you change your face is truly fast.
Back in the room, Xie Qiang had Mo Yin nail the small Zerg to a metal plate before she picked up the surgical knife and began measuring against the small Zerg’s abdomen.
The small Zerg screamed miserably, sounding like a crying baby, looking particularly pitiful. Xie Qiang remained silent for a moment, finding it a bit hard to start.
So, she picked up a pair of small metal scissors, pried open its throat, and cut off its vocal organ.
Small Zerg: ?
The world was finally quiet. Xie Qiang nodded in satisfaction, then let Mo Yin slice open its belly to find things she could use to practice her sewing technique.
She searched for a while but didn’t find anything. Unwilling to give up, she sliced open the small Zerg’s limbs and claws, but still came up empty-handed.
“How can you be so useless?”
Xie Qiang looked at the small Zerg in shock, the disappointment in her eyes unable to be washed away. “Even cockroaches can be made into healing liquid; besides eating, drinking, and being a nuisance, you really have no use at all!”
Small Zerg’s silent scream: Ah—
T/n: Ah~hahaha (cute zerg) by the way, sorry about the wrong uploads.
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