Chapter 1422 - : I Dont Want Her Blood (1/2)

After having an entire bag of blood drawn from her, Jun Xiqing’s face was as pale as a piece of paper, completely devoid of color.

She opened her eyes coldly and uttered two simple words. “Get lost!”

Fan Men was stunned.

“Tell His Majesty that my brother is having surgery now and if he dares to come pestering me like a housefly, it will be a bloody battle between the two of us!”

With that, Jun Xiqing propped one hand against the wall and slowly made her way back to the long bench.

She then returned to her earlier position, hugging her knees to her chest and burying her face within. Curling up into a little ball, she looked tranquil and calm, but at the same time weak and fragile.

Fan Men stood there watching her for a moment before sighing and heading back.

…

The Palace.

Fan Men returned and presented the bag of blood carefully to Lu Yeming. He stole a glimpse at that man’s face. “Your Majesty, Jun… Miss Jun refuses to come back. But she… drew out her blood for you. She said that this can be used to counteract the aphrodisiac in your body…”

After he finished his report, Fan Men didn’t dare to utter another word. Lu Yeming remained seated on the sofa. He looked down at the bag full of blood on the coffee table.

Having been freshly drawn, the blood was bright red and still warm. There was quite a lot of it.

“Ha.” Lu Yeming prodded the right side of his cheek with the tip of his tongue. His smile was frightening. “What else did she say?”

“Miss Jun also said… that if His Majesty continues to behave like a… housefly pestering her, There will be… a bloody battle between the two of you.”

Housefly?

In her eyes, he was now just a housefly?

Lu Yeming stood up and went to the floor-length window. The clear glass reflected the malevolence emanating from his handsome features. There was a tense vibe all over his body. His strong chest started to heave, but not too significantly.

Lu Yeming felt a sudden constriction in his chest. He found it hard to breathe.

This feeling was unbearable.

It was like… he was losing something.

No, he had already lost it.

He lost something which he used to have. He didn’t mind it at first but when the feeling of loss came crashing down on him like right now, he found it unbearable.

“Send the blood back and put it back into her body. Tell her I don’t need her blood. I want her here in person. I will be waiting for her.”

…

At the operating theater.

Sikong Heng was trying his best to rescue Dongfang Yu. To be honest, Lu Yeming’s marksmanship was godly. Although he managed to avoid Dongfang Yu’s heart, the bullet had still done serious damage.

This surgery had been going on for over two hours already.

Over the past few days, Sikong Heng had performed several major surgeries, and spent the rest of his spare time conducting medical research. He did not have much time for rest.

After over two hours of intense focus, his forehead was drenched in sweat.

Sikong Heng was dressed in the usual garb of a surgeon, but his attire was exceptionally clean and pristine, his body tall and erect. His fringe was slicked across his forehead due to the sweat, making him look especially refined and gentlemanly. He exuded a uniquely calm, clean aura. It was unspeakably attractive.

Something warm and moist touched his forehead. Sikong Heng glanced up to see a lovely, elegant figure.