Chapter 697: The Last Needle
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Just now, although he was semi-conscious, Saint Ruan’s words were not unheard.
He grasped Su Yingxue’s hand, his face pale but still retaining a sense of pride. “Let’s go, don’t worry about me. I’ll… protect you to the end.”
He refused to let go of the sword in his hand. Before his death, he could still confront the enemy for Su Yingxue.
“Your Highness, what nonsense are you talking! I can’t let a patient die in front of me and run away alone! I’ll suture your wound as quickly as possible!”
Qin Muyan was strong, but he couldn’t resist Su Yingxue’s determination.
Feeling that he was hindering her, Su Yingxue instructed Wei Jue to help hold Qin Muyan down.
Normally, Wei Jue wouldn’t dare, but now he had to save Qin Muyan’s life.
“Hey, Su Yingxue, you’re going to sew! There’s a mass of people over there, all of them are coming!”
Saint Ruan was frantic. If Su Yingxue hadn’t insisted on staying, he would have fled long ago!
What did Qin Muyan matter to him?
However, Su Yingxue’s needle was already piercing Qin Muyan’s body. Her expression was serious, and she wouldn’t leave until the stitching was done!
Saint Ruan cursed in frustration. “D*inn it!”
He could only rush forward, using his poison to take down as many enemies as possible.
Su Yingxue remained composed amidst the chaotic clash of weapons. Even amidst the deafening battle cries, she remained unfazed.
Su Yingxue didn’t have time to administer the anesthetic. Qin Muyan gritted his teeth and endured silently.
The woman before him showed no hint of fear.
He was a man, how could he cry out in pain?
Yet, the more steadfast Su Yingxue’s efforts, the faster his heart raced.
“Your Highness, if it hurts, take a deep breath. I’ll be as quick as possible.”
Su Yingxue’s needle pierced through flesh. One, two, three stitches…
The wound on his chest was soon closed.
Su Yingxue shifted her position to Qin Muyan’s right leg.
“Hey, I can’t hold on much longer. There are too many people in this army…”
Saint Ruan lamented bitterly. His poison could incapacitate, but it was no match for their overwhelming numbers!
Wave after wave of assailants overwhelmed him and Wei Jue. They couldn’t hold out much longer.
Wei Jue fought desperately to protect Qin Muyan. When an enemy thrust a spear, he risked his own life to block it.
“Su Yingxue, watch out behind you!”
A blade came hurtling towards her.
Su Yingxue’s hands were focused as she worked. When the cold wind howled behind her, she did a backflip, her red clothes fluttering. She spun in the air, landing steadily, but her needle and thread were unaffected. That one needle accurately pierced through Qin Muyan’s wound, pulling it together.
Wei Jue gasped. Su Yingxue’s calmness was unparalleled.
Saint Ruan breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness you reacted quickly!”
But who was the one who threw that blade so swiftly?
“D*mn girl, watch out!”
Blades flew not only from behind but also from all directions behind Qin Muyan.
“Your Highness, Miss Su!”
Wei Jue’s eyes widened, his heart racing.
They were running out of time.
Saint Ruan was too late.
So many blades were flying towards Su Yingxue.
And yet, she continued to stitch.
Su Yingxue’s eyes widened suddenly. After this final stitch, she could finally evade!