Volume 1, Chapter 153: The Shared Apartment

The doctor stepped out of the emergency room, standing by the door as he removed his surgical mask.
He Mian was the first to rush forward. "Doctor, how is my son?"
Lu Cheng followed closely, supporting He Cen.
The doctor said, "Fortunately, he was brought in just in time. The bleeding has been stopped, and the patient is quite lucky. The blade missed his internal organs, only nicking a small section of his intestines. He will be transferred to a ward shortly, so you can go wait for him there."
Hearing this, the heavy burdens in everyone's chests finally settled.
He Mian followed the doctor to his office to ask about the specifics. He Cen turned around and tightly grasped Ji Sisi's hands. "Miss Ji, thank you, truly, thank you so much."
Even the doctor had said it was fortunate they arrived in time; he didn't dare to imagine what would have happened if...
Qin Mo paused in her struggle, exchanged a long look with Su Xinyan, and then suddenly bent down, using a short sword hidden in her sleeve to slice straight through the iron mesh.
Enduring the gazes of those people, she lifted her foot and stepped into the water, wading through it step by step as she approached them.
Unmoved by the wind, it squatted there, gazing at Helan Jin with such profound affection that it almost seemed as if it were trying to seduce her.
When news of the Grand Empress Dowager of Dali suddenly becoming pregnant spread some time ago, the entire nation was shocked. He refused to believe it had nothing to do with her.
Some of these points were ones he had prepared to explain to Ye Xiu at this time, yet Ye Xiu had already figured them out on his own.
"What? Are you feeling aggrieved because you saw me bullying the Zhao family? Could it be that you are feeling soft-hearted and pitying the one in the palace? Or perhaps you've developed deep feelings for that Noble Consort Zhao through the passage of time?"
"Once something else enters, at the very least it causes mental confusion, and at worst, consciousness death. Yet until just now, I hadn't sensed a thing; it was as if it simply appeared out of nowhere," Qin Yu said while regulating his breath.
Hearing this, Qiao Handong immediately pressed a button nearby, raising the partition behind the back seat to isolate the rear, preventing these two "light bulbs" from seeing anything at all.

That knight mustered his last ounce of strength and dragged himself sideways. Unfortunately, he was a step too late; the masterless warhorse brought its hoof down directly onto the knight's already injured thigh. With a sharp snap, the knight heard the sound of his thigh bone shattering completely.
"Does this... mean Brother Fang can no longer be my friend?" Qian Tong asked with a slight tremor in his voice.
Qin Nian helplessly pursed her lips and moved slightly closer, though a distinct distance still remained between them.
Believing his death was imminent, Emperor Guangxu's courage suddenly swelled. Without a moment's hesitation, he walked over to a chair and sat down.
Yin Zhan watched the "coal ball" overflowing with demonic energy ahead, her heart consumed by anxiety. Yet she knew she must not panic at a time like this; Hua Xie's pure flames were specifically designed to subdue demonic energy, so everything would surely be fine.
He checked his chest—the old copper coin he had worn for so long was gone, leaving only a black cord behind. To Ye Nanshan's utter surprise, the sword wound on his chest had completely healed, as good as new. If not for the remaining traces of blood, Ye Nanshan would have thought he had never been injured at all.
"Courtyard Master, Master, shouldn't we let them treat their injuries first?" Zhou Yu suggested as he looked at their bruised and swollen faces.
"Granny, this is the doctor from this medical hall. He saved the child," Su Jin explained.
Wu Mian thought of his own situation and secretly resolved in his heart that even if he were to die, he would never become a prisoner of war.
Most of these materials were open to undergraduate students, while a small portion would become accessible upon reaching graduate or doctoral studies.
Yet somehow, countless venomous snakes and long serpents suddenly appeared nearby, instantly poisoning dozens out of the hundreds of police officers. The morale of the remaining police officers plunged into utter chaos, leaving them vulnerable to a vicious onslaught by Mr. Ye, who cut down dozens of them before calmly driving away in a police cruiser.
At these words, Qiu San let out a hearty laugh. "Good." The corners of everyone else's mouths twitched with suppressed smiles as well, save for Wu Wei, who cast a worried glance at Su Jin. As everyone knew, Qiu San enjoyed the utmost favor and trust of Princess Xiao. Rumor had it that he was an elite shadow guard of exceptional combat prowess within the Xiao family army, which was why he had been exceptionally promoted to become Princess Xiao's loyal death guard.
He could still tell whether Xin Yao had been crying in secret, which was why he had no choice but to force Wen Qiyan to wake up.
Chaos still reigned aboard the cruise ship. Believing this was the precursor to disaster, students panicked and bolted out of their cabins.
"You! You!" These divine lords had also followed that Jiuer here. Not to mention the loss of two friends, they had only themselves to blame—how could they possibly feel at ease? Yet they were paralyzed with indecision; if they refused to submit, what would happen if the one who died up there turned out to be themselves?

"Uh, I haven't even started interrogating yet!" Wan Ziyan said, blinking her eyes. The Dream Demon gave a dry cough and said nothing, while the Fire Demon shrugged, indicating he had no idea things would turn out this way.
Hearing Ge Rong say he was powerless, everyone was astonished. After all, Ge Rong was the Keeper of the Dead in H City; whether in terms of strength or resourcefulness, he was formidable. Yet even he was helpless—it seemed this situation was truly thorny indeed.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng had arrived at the House of Myriad Treasures. Dressed in a long white scholarly robe with a crystal-clear, flawless white jade pendant hanging from his waist, he bore no resemblance whatsoever to the fierce and decisive killer of moments ago.
At this, Wen Qiyan merely offered a cold, indifferent smile, utterly unconcerned as he turned and walked forward.
Late that same year, Prime Minister Wei Zheng, believing that Talent Lady Wu remained an unresolved peril that would eventually endanger the foundation of the Great Tang, took advantage of Li Zhi's mourning period at the imperial mausoleum. He secretly dispatched palace attendants to sneak into Ganye Temple at night to take the head of Talent Lady Wu.
"Killing is my hobby, is it any of your business? Anyone who blocks my path only dies!" The Ghost Hand raised his claws and said dismissively.
The system seemed on the verge of offering an opinion regarding the term "special envoy," but suddenly remembering something, it clamped its mouth shut.
Thus, as the sky turned a vivid crimson, the bald man finally let out a long breath and stretched his limbs.
"Bane of my existence! To think the Eighth Route Army still has so many men—completely unexpected... Braves, victory is right before our eyes! Charge into the village, wipe them out, kill them all!" The leading company commander remained unfazed as he raised his command saber and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Hiding in the cave, we concealed ourselves straight from morning until nightfall. During this time, we heard footsteps and voices outside on several occasions, but we dared not venture out, forced instead to peek out from the cave entrance to assess the situation.
And upon returning home, this peasant farmer told his wife and children about the werewolf he had witnessed.