Chapter 117 Chapter 115 Surgery
“You actually took my things and synchronized with them.” Ji Ma said, “Isn’t this the same as robbing a wife in person?”
Zhen Na comforted her, “I will return it to you, Ji Ma.”
“I want it now. Without it, my creative passion is halved.”
Hearing this, Felix, who was lying down, immediately opened his eyes, fear showing in his eyes. George’s expression became serious as he looked at Ji Ma. Eve Frostleaf, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, opened her eyes. Butcher Gaitrik tightened his grip on the axe.
“It can’t happen.”
“No way!”
“Absolutely not!”
The three of them unanimously rejected her at the same time.
Ji Ma angrily said, “What’s wrong? Is my singing that terrible?”
George said firmly, “Yes!”
Eve Frostleaf nodded and said, “Indeed.”
Zhen Na spoke softly, “I’m afraid so.”
How is that possible? I clearly sing happily, feeling fulfilled inside.
At this moment, she forgot that as a platinum-level “Sorrowful Siren,” other people’s pain is her joy.
So, Ji Ma suddenly thought of the incredibly complex and expensive magic she had used to extract the classics such as “Journey to the West,” “Romance of the Three Kingdoms,” and various popular web novels, writing them all down on paper without missing a single word.
She eagerly took them to publish, hoping for a wave of cultural invasion into another world. As a result, no one paid attention. All her efforts were in vain. It was then she understood a truth: cultural differences are a towering mountain that is hard to overcome.
Ji Ma’s expression softened as she said, “I understand.”
It seemed as if she could hear a sigh of relief nearby, and everyone relaxed their nerves.
But Ji Ma’s next sentence made everyone tense up again.
“Cultural differences are a mountain that is hard to overcome,” Ji Ma said, “If you listen to these avant-garde songs, you will appreciate the beauty of those songs.”
Eve Frostleaf said, “Absolutely not!” and held the “Bloody Siren” tightly, putting it behind her.
Saint Zhen Na advised, “Ji Ma, give it up. Your singing really… transcends common sense. It’s no longer ordinary singing.”
What a bunch of stubborn old fossils; they are not open-minded at all.
Ji Ma crossed her arms and snorted.
Zhen Na said, “Ji Ma, open the entrance to the Dream Palace. We need supplies.”
Ji Ma glanced at Zhen Na’s dirty clothes and said, “Then give me back the ‘Bloody Siren.'”
“No way,” Zhen Na replied. “You used it for too long yesterday, and its side effects have a deep impact on you.”
“No, that’s not the side effect. Many times, the side effects of extraordinary items are actually benefits.”
“No.”
Ji Ma said, “Then I’m sorry, but I need to maintain the ‘Serene Hidden Barrier.’ I don’t have much magic left and need to save some for potential trouble. You all just have to hold on a bit longer; it’s just wearing clothes stained with blood and being sticky all over, and staying with the stinking corpse of a rat person for a while longer.”
Zhen Na said, “Alright, Ji Ma, stop messing around. We need to recover quickly, and the rat person’s corpse needs a place to hide.”
Ji Ma felt dissatisfied. Clearly, her contributions were great, yet she was treated this way, and she hadn’t received much divine magic to heal her wounds. It’s really frustrating.
“No, I’m in a bad mood, and it will affect my recovery.”
Zhen Na sighed, asking, “What do you want then?”
“Sing a song.” Ji Ma said, “That’s my bottom line. If I sing, I will feel better.”
Zhen Na fell silent. The awakened bard Felix looked at her with pleading eyes as if saying, “Please, spare me.”
Zhen Na asked, “Really?”
Ji Ma raised her chin, “Really!”
George walked over and punched Ji Ma’s head with a clenched fist. Ji Ma hurriedly hugged her head, tears welling in her eyes, saying, “The jerk is bullying me.”
Afterwards, Ji Ma obediently opened the “Dream Palace entrance,” tossing the rat person’s corpse inside. Then she let George look after everything while she slept with the two women, entering dreamland together.
Upon entering the “Dream Palace,” Ji Ma still felt a bit angry. She kicked one of the palace pillars, calmed her mood, then repaired the palace. She invited the two women in, and she couldn’t wait to change into a new outfit despite her injuries.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she heard Zhen Na calling for her, so she followed the voice and saw Zhen Na standing there, all clean. She wore a pristine white robe, gloves on her hands, her golden hair tied up behind her.
So quick; she really is delicate.
Ji Ma thought to herself, smiling, “Zhen Na, is there something you need?”
Zhen Na took out a small, shiny knife.
Ji Ma was startled. Could it be that Zhen Na, with her big chest and lack of brains, actually sensed that she was speaking ill of her in her heart?
“Ji Ma, it’s time for you to have surgery to remove the bullet,” Zhen Na said. “Later, I will use hematopoietic magic on you. Where should we do it?”
So she was reserving the hematopoietic magic for herself.
“Uh?” Ji Ma saw the small knife was a surgical knife, and an awkward smile appeared on her face. “Uh, just, just here, I guess.”
Everything around began to warp and change due to Ji Ma’s will, and a surgical room appeared.
Ji Ma took off her clothes, and Zhen Na meticulously cleaned her wounds, making Ji Ma feel a little embarrassed. The discontent in her heart disappeared without a trace.
In its place was desire, a craving for the beautiful girl’s body.
No way, my previous performance has lowered their affection too much; it won’t be easy to get them into bed now. I really overlooked that if there were hints when lowering affection, then those hints would have already filled the entire information bar, right?
At that moment, a medicinal scent wafted into Ji Ma’s nose. Following the scent, she saw Zhen Na opening a jar with the words “Anesthetic” written on it.
Ordinary anesthetics are ineffective for extraordinary beings. Moreover, different extraordinary beings have different tolerances to anesthetics.
Ji Ma was curious, looking at her with golden eyes, and asked, “Zhen Na, how do you know the anesthetic is just right for me?”
“I will adjust the strength of the anesthetic differently and let you try them one by one.”
“By the way, aren’t holy knights immune to diseases and poisons?” Ji Ma suddenly thought. “Then what about George’s surgery?”
“He is very much of a man,” Zhen Na raised her head, a faint blush on her oval face appearing. “No need for anesthetic, he will tough it out, not making a sound.”
Due to some competitive psychology, Ji Ma said, “I won’t need anesthetic either.”
Zhen Na turned her head to look at her: “Huh?”
Heh, well, I’ve rounded up to be a ruler in the demon realm for three hundred years; what’s the big deal about a little pain?
Ji Ma said, “Yes, that’s right.”
Zhen Na didn’t stop her work, pouring the anesthetic into a bowl while saying:
“Ji Ma, I have a feeling I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, so please don’t be angry. I always feel like you have an inexplicable competitiveness towards George, which is unnecessary.”
“It’s not.” Ji Ma lied, “I’m just considering the team; adjusting the anesthetic will take a while, right? Drinking the anesthetic, and then waiting for it to wear off will take some time too. Now we are in such dangerous circumstances that we might expose ourselves at any time. As the team’s eyes, I can’t waste time.”
Zhen Na’s green eyes looked at Ji Ma strangely, saying, “Surgery is very painful.”
“I’ve been battle-hardened, seen so much blood.” Ji Ma said, “It’s really dangerous now.”
“Since you insist.”
Zhen Na put away the anesthetic, picked up the bright surgical knife made for extraordinary beings, etched with runes to cut through tough skin.
Ji Ma averted her gaze from the surgical knife, lay on the operating table, and propped herself up on her hands, saying, “Come on.”
A hand appeared beside Ji Ma’s face holding a piece of cotton cloth.
“Bite on this.”
“Zhen Na is really gentle.”
Ji Ma said as she bit onto the cotton cloth.
Her back felt cold, and she could feel the cold blade aimed at her skin, a stinging sensation, and then this cold sting pierced into her skin and flesh. Ji Ma couldn’t help but bite down on the cotton cloth, quickly overcoming the sting, easier than she had imagined.
Heh, such minor surgical pain is so weak.
A hand patted her shoulder.
“Ji Ma.”
“Mm?”
“Turn over.” Zhen Na said, “The wound you need to operate on is on your chest.”
She hadn’t even cut yet.
Ji Ma turned over. The surgical knife in Zhen Na’s hand gleamed, and Ji Ma felt a chill down her neck, always feeling that in the next moment, Zhen Na would cut her carotid artery, making her panic.
Shift your focus, shift your focus; look at her face, see how beautiful she is, then look at her chest, what a charming outline. In ancient times, there was bone scraping for healing, and now there’s me, Ji Ma—
The blade entered the flesh, interrupting Ji Ma’s thoughts.
“Mm mm mm!”
Her nails scraped against the operating table, making a creaking sound.
The surgery continued.
Ji Ma lifted her chin and straightened her neck, her eyes almost rolling back.
Eventually, she bit down on the cotton cloth so hard that it broke, sputtered it out, and shouted, “Anesthetic! Anesthetic! I can’t take it anymore.”
“Hold on, Ji Ma.” Zhen Na said, “We can’t stop halfway through the surgery; you can’t move either.”
After holding on for five minutes, Ji Ma’s nails scraped against the operating table, her knuckles turning white, and she asked, “How much longer do we have to hold on?”
“About twenty minutes.”
“Help! I’m going to die! Ah ah ah.”
Inside the surgical room, Ji Ma’s screams were continuous, so tragic that even a pig being slaughtered would feel ashamed to make such sounds.
Twenty minutes later, the surgery was very successful; the bullet was successfully removed, and the divine magic perfectly healed the wound, while the hematopoietic magic was also very effective.
Ji Ma’s face was pale, cold sweat soaking her black hair. She placed one hand on Zhen Na’s shoulder before she managed to get up. She didn’t dare look at Zhen Na’s face, feeling like she had lost a lot of face.
Zhen Na comforted her, “Ji Ma, you did great. At least when you struggled, your chest didn’t move around, and you didn’t interrupt the surgery.”
Ji Ma felt much better and said, “Zhen Na, you did great too. I screamed so loudly, but your hands didn’t shake, and you completed the surgery.”
“Not bad.”
“Really, I know I screamed very loudly, the glass shattered.” Ji Ma pointed at the broken window, “You’re really the best healer.”
“Actually, it’s… never mind.”
“Say it.”
“Actually, your screams today compared to your singing yesterday are nothing,” Zhen Na said. “So I wasn’t affected much…”
People who can’t lie often have words that possess terrifying destructive power.
Ji Ma’s heart sank, deciding to systematically learn how to sing properly; she could no longer rely on her own trial and error.
