Chapter 1302 - Leaving (1/2)

At the Snow Mountain Residence.

Ah Zhou looked outside worriedly. A limousine slowly emerged from the darkness and approached them slowly, the headlights illuminating the foggy gloom of their surroundings, making one feel calm and reassured.

The doors of the car opened and a suave figure walked towards them. It was Sikong Heng.

At long last! Ah Zhou was overjoyed and hurried forward immediately. “Sikong, I’m so glad you’re here. Quick, please have a look at Master.”

Ah Zhou’s eyes stung as tears rolled down his face. He was a big man, but cried openly and pitifully for his master.

Sikong Heng walked in and took off his coat, handing it over to Ah Zhou before putting his white coat on.

He buttoned his white coat numbly with his long fingers. He was in crisp-cut black trousers as well. Glancing at Ah Zhou, he said softly, “Control your tears. Wipe them away at once.”

Sikong Heng’s clear voice was calm and soothing, like a summer breeze. Ah Zhou stared at him in a daze, forgetting his tears.

Sikong Heng walked upstairs.

The room was filled with the sharp scent of antiseptic, with nurses rushing in and out of the room. but none of them could do a thing.

The doctors’ eyes all lit up the moment Sikong Heng appeared. It was as though they had found their pillar of support and they all followed after him immediately.

On the sides, the nurses brought him a pair of white gloves. Sikong Heng put them on slowly by Xuan Ying’s bedside as he lay there, face pale.

Lifting his hands, Sikong Heng peeled Xuan Ying’s eyes back as his gaze lowered down to his face.

“Dr Sikong, the Silver Mask King has been given an extremely strong aphrodisiac. He didn’t sleep with a woman and chose instead to… cut himself. The bleeding has been stopped but I’m afraid the Silver Mask King… might become impotent…”

The last part of the sentence was murmured softly to Sikong Heng. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, someone started sobbing loudly. Ah Zhou had overheard them and couldn’t stop himself from bawling.

It was over.

Master was going to become impotent.

Master never slept with Shi Xiaoxiao at all. She had been tortured, her hymen torn apart by Xuan Ying with another object.

Sikong Heng, who was by Master’s bedside, lifted his eyes as Ah Zhou started bawling loudly. His gold glasses flashed coldly and his clear black eyes landed on Ah Zhou’s face.

Swallowing down his tears, Ah Zhou quickly muffled his sobs, afraid to make another sound.

But it felt as though his world had collapsed.

Master was a magnificent man. How could he have treated himself so roughly?

Ah Zhou not only hated Xia Ling, but blamed her as well. If not for her, Master would still be well.

Sikong Heng retracted his stern gaze and instructed, “Prepare for surgery immediately.”

“Yes.”

…

Xuan Ying’s entire body was in excruciating pain. His body and heart hurt so much he was covered in cold sweat. It took some time, but he slowly opened his eyes as his eyes struggled to get accustomed to the light.

“Master, you’re awake?” Ah Zhou ran over quickly.

Xuan Ying looked sideways at Ah Zhou. His eyes were swollen from crying.

Water. His throat was parched.

So it hadn’t been a dream.

She had left with Mu Mu.

Xuan Ying moved his pale lips gingerly.

At this moment, a clear and melodious voice rang out beside his ear. “Silver Mask King, you’re heavily injured and need to rest. Don’t overdo it.”

When Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, he saw Sikong Heng. Sikong Heng took out a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper before handing it over to a doctor behind him. He then shot a glance at Ah Zhou.

Ah Zhou had absolute faith and trust in Sikong. Feeling his gaze land on him, Ah Zhou brought the doctors and nurses outside.

Closing the door, he left Xuan Ying and Sikong Heng in the room.

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