The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The image freezes.

A baby kicks the nanmu door and carries a lump of iron on its shoulder.

Everyone in the courtyard of the Emperor's brother-in-law's mansion was dumbfounded.

What's more, she was followed by a black-clad man with a murderous look on his face and a domineering gaze.

Su Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the group of charlatans in the room.

The red-clad steward, who had been forcing the First Madam to sign a contract of servitude, was the first to come to his senses.

He looked at the door that had been kicked to pieces, then at Su Yaoyao.

How could he tolerate having the easy prey snatched away by someone else?

"Where did this wild girl come from! How dare she trespass into the Imperial Uncle's residence!"

The red-clad deacon jumped up and down in a fit of rage, slamming his staff, which was covered in skulls, against the ground with loud thuds.

He recognized Su Yaoyao at a glance; she was the arch-rival of the Science and Immortal Cultivation Hall across the street!

"Fine! I haven't even gone to settle accounts with you yet, and you've already delivered yourself to my doorstep!"

"How dare they cause trouble at the ceremony where the God of the Underworld descends! This is utterly rebellious!"

The red-clad butler pointed at Su Yaoyao's nose and began to curse, spitting everywhere.

"You vixen, you're clearly in cahoots with the evil spirit possessing the Emperor's brother-in-law!"

"Guards! Seize these two blasphemous demons!"

"Throw him into a death row cell and await divine punishment!"

At the command of the red-clad deacon.

The seven or eight charlatans who were performing their rituals inside the house stopped what they were doing.

He threw away the summoning banner and drew a gleaming curved sword from his waist.

These people are not clergy at all; they are clearly thugs kept by the Netherworld Cult.

They all had fierce expressions on their faces, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, and pounced on Su Yaoyao and Su Zhen.

The First Madam screamed in fright, and the servants retreated hastily, afraid of getting their blood splattered on them.

Facing this group of charlatans who were as fierce as wolves, Su Yaoyao didn't even lift her eyelids.

They were too lazy to even put down the medical pod on their shoulders.

Because she didn't need to take any action at all.

"Hmph, you're asking for it."

A chilling snort exploded in the air.

Su was shaken.

He did not draw the Longquan sword from his waist.

To deal with this bunch of trash, even drawing a sword would be an insult to the sword.

Su Zhen slightly raised his right hand, which was holding the sword sheath.

Without taking a single step back, he casually slapped his wrist in mid-air.

His movements were as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi in a park.

But this seemingly light tap carried a terrifying internal force that instilled despair.

"Snapped!"

A crisp popping sound.

The few charlatans at the very front didn't even touch the hem of Su Zhen's clothes.

He was blown away by an invisible, terrifying shockwave!

The burst of energy from Su Zhen's sword sheath, after knocking away the divine staff, slapped hard across the face of the red-clad deacon.

The red-clad butler who was just moments ago so arrogant and domineering.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Like a tattered cloth bag, lifted up by an irresistible force.

It traced a tragic parabola in mid-air.

A deafening roar!

The red-clad butler's body slammed heavily against the thick load-bearing wall.

The immense impact slammed a human-shaped dent into the hard wall.

Dust fell down in a flurry.

The red-clad butler was arranged in a perfectly standard "T" shape, fitting seamlessly into the wall.

His staff broke in two, and his hands and feet twitched weakly twice in the crack in the wall.

Trying to struggle down, I found myself stuck tightly, unable to pry myself off.

Blood trickled down his lips, and his arrogant old face swelled up like a purple pig's head.

The entire room fell silent.

quiet!

Deathly silence!

The vast mansion of the emperor's brother-in-law was filled only with gasps of shock and the sound of teeth chattering.

The charlatan, who had been knocked to the ground, was terrified when he saw his boss, who was stuck on the wall and couldn't be pried off.

One by one, they threw down their knives, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed frantically, not daring to utter another word.

The servants and the first wife of the emperor's brother-in-law were dumbfounded.

What kind of monster is this?!

Su Zhen clapped his hands in disgust, as if brushing off a speck of dust.

He glanced coldly at the red-clad butler on the wall.

"Pointing your finger at my daughter and cursing her? Who do you think you are? You dare to challenge me?"

Su Zhen's voice carried an imperial majesty, making everyone's eardrums ache.

With those charlatans out of the way, the room was finally quiet.

Su Yaoyao carried the metal capsule, swaggered across the threshold, and walked straight to the bedside of the emperor's brother-in-law.

With a "bang," she placed the heavy silver metal capsule on the ground.

She leaned closer to look at the emperor's brother-in-law, who was still convulsing and foaming at the mouth on the bed.

The emperor's brother-in-law's face was ashen, and his belly was swollen like a balloon.

Su Yaoyao reached out her hand directly.

Press firmly on the lower right abdomen of the emperor's brother-in-law, where the appendix is ​​located.

Then it quickly loosened again.

"Aww!!!"

The emperor's brother-in-law, who was already half-conscious, let out a piercing scream from the rebound pain.

His body sprang up like a shrimp, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Su Yaoyao withdrew her hand, rolled her eyes, and had a diagnosis in mind.

A familiar voice echoed in the tyrant father's mind:

I thought it was some kind of terminal illness; it caused quite a commotion.

"It's just acute appendicitis! Where I'm from, we don't even need surgery; just take a pill and you're fine in ten minutes."

[These idiot charlatans actually forced three large bowls of incense ash and mud water down someone's throat.]

What started as mere inflammation has escalated into a severe intestinal infection due to their actions, and the appendix is ​​on the verge of perforation!

Su Zhen listened to his daughter's complaints and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Stable.

As long as my daughter is confident, this big deal is within reach.

Su Yaoyao turned her head, looked at the trembling First Madam, and cleared her throat.

"Madam, your master is not possessed by any evil spirit."

"He has a nasty growth in his stomach, and this quack doctor fed him dirty water; it's about to burst."

Upon hearing this, the First Madam burst into tears again, looking at Su Yaoyao as if grasping at a straw.

"Little sage! You can see my master's illness, you must have a way to save him, right?"

"If you can save his life, the Imperial Brother-in-Law's Mansion will surely reward you handsomely!"

"No problem, no problem. We're a legitimate clinic, and we're paid to do our job."

Su Yaoyao patted the dust off her hands, turned around, and pressed the switch on the silver metal compartment on the ground.

"Sizzle."

A faint whistling sound.

The hatch of the metal compartment slid open slowly.

This is the most advanced portable minimally invasive surgical medical capsule in her personal space.

To adapt to the ancient style of painting, she also pasted a few yellow talismans on the outside of the cabin and drew some Bagua and Taiji diagrams.

"See this? This is an unparalleled magic treasure passed down from my master, Laozi—an improved version of Laozi's alchemy furnace!"

Su Yaoyao was talking nonsense with a straight face as she prepared for the surgery.

The medical pod is activated.

The interior of the cabin was illuminated by a soft, sterile blue light.

A sophisticated, minimally invasive robotic arm slowly extends from the top of the cabin.

At the same time, the vital signs monitor in the medical pod emitted a regular "beep-beep-beep" electronic sound.

The eerie blue light and the strange, rhythmic sounds left the family members of the Imperial Uncle's residence completely bewildered.

In those days, they had never even seen a flashlight, let alone such fully automated surgical equipment.

The First Madam looked at the iron lump that could glow and make strange noises.

My heart was pounding, and I was terrified.

The hope that had just been ignited turned into fear.

She grabbed the edge of the bed, staring at Su Yaoyao with a pale face.

"What...what are you going to do to my master?!"

The First Madam's voice trembled, fearing that the eerie stove would roast her husband alive.

Su Yaoyao ignored the First Madam's fear.

She slowly took out a pair of transparent sterile medical gloves from her pocket and put them on.

The blue light shone on her delicate face, making her appear mysterious and professional.

Su Yaoyao turned her head and looked at the terrified First Madam, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She gave an incredibly sweet smile.

"Don't panic, madam. Just cut off the excess parts for him. It'll only take three minutes."