Chapter 536: Chapter 536: Later known as The Empress’s Medical Book Chapter 536: Chapter 536: Later known as The Empress’s Medical Book “Miss, the Imperial Physician said you can’t remove the bandage on your head yet!”

Fu Rong brought a mirror over, and upon seeing Wang Yingluo actually unwrapping the bandaged cloth herself, she hurriedly raised her voice to stop her.

Wang Yingluo of course knew that she shouldn’t remove it, but she couldn’t rest easy without looking at the wound.

“Isn’t someone going to call the Imperial Physician? When he arrives, let him re-bandage this young lady. What’s the rush?”

Upon removing the bandage, Wang Yingluo’s heart instantly cooled down considerably, and anger swelled up within her.

“I want to see Your Majesty! Miao Wuxie did it on purpose to ruin my face, I want Your Majesty to execute his entire family!”

Wang Yingluo gnashed her teeth and roared loudly in anger.

“Miss Wang sure knows how to accuse an innocent man. When I was stitching you up, Your Majesty was right there by your side. You demonstrated your resolve through a near-death commitment, with injuries so severe it moved Your Majesty. But what Miss Wang says today, it makes this humble one think, perhaps that day, you actually attempted to take your own life on purpose, to provoke guilt in Your Majesty, such a cunning plan indeed.”

Miao Wuxie, carrying his medicine box, came over slowly, his tone calm yet seeming to carry a hint of scornful condescension.

“Why has he come? I don’t want him to treat me! Where’s the Imperial Physician you sent for?”

Miao Wuxie curved his lips into a smile, “It was Your Majesty who, upon seeing my profound medical skills, deemed that no one else dared to stitch you up, only I dared. Naturally, the follow-up care for your injuries will also be looked after by me.”

“Profound medical skills?” Wang Yingluo tried to suppress her overwhelming rage, pointing to her forehead, “Profound medical skills can result in this? I could do a better job sewing with my eyes closed than you. You clearly did it on purpose to disfigure me! Malevolently intentioned!”

“You know medicine? How laughable.” Miao Wuxie sneered, “Don’t tell me, after seeing Her Majesty the Empress versed in medicine, you’re making up stories too, afraid of being outdone by Her Majesty?”

Wang Yingluo was furious, “You talk nonsense! What I know, even if Her Majesty lived two more lifetimes, she couldn’t learn!”

What could the Empress compare to? She was nothing but an antiquated relic clinging to old feudal values.

“Ha. Who can’t say something with their mouth?”

Miao Wuxie’s eyes clearly appeared indifferent, but to Wang Yingluo, they were full of mockery and contempt.

This kind of look sparked a sense of inferiority in Wang Yingluo, and she involuntarily thought back to her student days, when she, an ugly duckling, harbored an unrequited crush on the school heartthrob and was repeatedly ignored and despised.

Even after many years in society, she had a hard time forgetting her timidity and low self-esteem.

No! Why should he look down on her!

She was no longer the ugly one from before. On the contrary, she now had the delicate beauty of a young girl, fresh and lovely, with each smile carrying the unique aura of a young girl. Inside her resided a strong soul, knowledgeable and clever, just one idea from her could advance Great Yan by decades!

Soon she would become famous all over the world, what would the Empress amount to then?

Wang Yingluo quickly regained her confidence, met Miao Wuxie’s gaze, and scoffed, “Some people, blissfully ignorant in their tiny world, fail to recognize that beyond the sky lies a higher sky, beyond people lie greater people. Your poor excuse for stitching talent, if that’s also all the Empress can manage, only proves the incompetence of your school.”

Miao Wuxie said angrily, “Miss Wang, watch your words. The Empress and our school are not for the likes of an ignorant person like you to judge!”

Wang Yingluo chuckled, “It will soon become clear who is the ignorant one! Fu Rong, go to the Imperial Kitchen and bring back a piece of pork with skin. Today, this young lady will teach Miao the Divine Healer what real stitching is.”

“Hmph.”

Miao Wuxie’s indifferent, cold sneer seemed to mock her overconfidence.

She would show Miao Wuxie what real skill was.

Enduring her headache, when Fu Rong returned, she took the needle and thread and began to stitch. She certainly knew how to stitch, hypnotherapy was part of her psychology major, but she didn’t just learn hypnotherapy, she also studied aesthetic plastic surgery–though not a professional surgical doctor, she had worked in a shady beauty clinic and performed countless double eyelid surgeries.

Even if there were failures, hypnosis made the patients overwhelmingly satisfied with the results, and naturally, no one came back to complain about her afterward.

Practice makes perfect. While her suturing skills might not match those of modern surgeons, compared to the ancients who had just begun to grasp the technique, her skill was a dimensional strike.

She could tell that Miao Wuxie held himself in high esteem and looked down on her.

The more he did so, the more determined she was to perform remarkably, letting Miao Wuxie know that he was no match for Murong Jiu and herself.

She glanced up and, sure enough, saw the shock on Miao Wuxie’s face. The corners of her mouth curled up, and then she began to finish up.

What did it matter if Miao Wuxie learned from her? It was only suturing skills, nothing else. Even if he did learn, he could only stitch wounds more tightly and beautifully, reducing the risk of infection.

But this move of hers had indeed shocked Miao Wuxie, letting this man, who only had eyes for Murong Jiu and held himself above others, realize that there were skies beyond his sky.

Every time Miao Wuxie used her technique to suture from now on, he would remember her.

She tied the knot neatly, cut the string, and said coldly, “Miao the Divine Healer, admit defeat.”

Miao Wuxie did not speak, his brows tightly furrowed.

Wang Yingluo snorted coldly.

Miao Wuxie’s expression darkened, and he turned to leave.

“Miss, he left his medicine box behind. Should your servant take it to him?” Fu Rong asked, pointing to the medicine box nearby.

Wang Yingluo, having cleaned her hands, said, “Why send it? Let him come back for it himself.”

Her head throbbed painfully, and she lay back down on the bed.

The sutures on her forehead were too ugly; she would have to wait until the wound somewhat healed before starting with medications. She still had some of Jun Yuyan’s Scar Removal Medicine left, which should do the job.

Jun Yuyan felt guilty towards her and would certainly try every possible way to help her with the scars. It was her own urgency upon waking that was to blame.

Having been so concerned about her face, she had undergone multiple cosmetic surgeries in her previous life, never having such a pure appearance. Of course, she valued it.

Glancing at the medicine box on the table, Wang Yingluo narrowed her eyes and asked Fu Rong to bring it over to her. She was curious to see what lay inside Miao the Divine Healer’s medicine box.

Miao Wuxie’s expression was quite unsightly earlier, but she felt happy because the shock had hit him hard. He’d found it unbelievable and must now clearly understand that he had underestimated her.

If Miao Wuxie could change his view, that would be for the best.

She wished all the handsome men in the world could be subjects under her skirt.

Moreover, what she most wanted to see was Murong Jiu betrayed by those closest to him.

“Miss, there’s a medical book in here!”

Fu Rong opened the medicine box for Wang Yingluo and took out a medical book from the top.

Wang Yingluo took it and began flipping through casually, but suddenly, she saw that the compiler of this book was none other than Murong Jiu!

In an instant, Wang Yingluo recalled one of Empress Murong’s enduring achievements, namely the compilation of a medical book accessible to commoners, covering various ailments like colds, abdominal pain, stomachaches, and their treatments, medications, and more besides.

It was later known as “The Empress’s Medical Book.”

The book in front of her seemed to be the initial version of “The Empress’s Medical Book,” not yet printed, with delicate and bold handwriting that was likely Murong Jiu’s own!

Meaning this book had not yet spread among the common folk!

A greedy light suddenly flashed in Wang Yingluo’s eyes.