TRWSB – Chapter 8 So-called Intimacy

Zhuang Renquan looked at Qi Shaorong and smiled, “Thank you for saving my life, Evil Doctor.”

“You’re thanking me too early, Third Master. I don’t have much confidence in saving you. Perhaps, after this incision, you may never wake up again,” Qi Shaorong replied.

“I believe in your abilities. Regardless of whether I survive or not, I must trouble you,” Zhuang Renquan said with a smile.

“Third Master, you really have great grace. You should know that your nephew couldn’t even be bothered to personally break off the engagement. He doesn’t even know that it’s been called off. It’s truly surprising that such a heartless person has such an elegant uncle like you,” Qi Shaorong remarked.

Zhuang Hao: “…”

Zhuang Renquan forced a smile, as if wanting to say something, but before he could, Qi Shaorong threw a few Dizziness Scrolls, knocking Zhuang Renquan unconscious.

Qi Shaorong turned and said to Zhuang Hao and the others, “Alright, you can leave now.”

Qi Shaorong opened Zhuang Renquan’s skull and began the surgery.

As Qi Shaorong performed the surgery inside, a large crowd gathered outside the courtyard, waiting at Zhuang Renquan’s residence.

“Ahao, do you think the person you hired is reliable?” Zhuang Renxian asked.

“At this point, there’s nothing we can do,” the Light Priest Zoro said. “According to my understanding, Third Uncle’s condition can only last for another month at most. Although the Evil Doctor said the chances are slim, we have no other options left.”

Zhuang Renxian looked at Zhuang Hao and said, “Ahao, I heard that the Evil Doctor and Qi Shaorong are friends?”

“Yes,” Zhuang Hao replied.

“Your mother is really being unreasonable. Your grandfather and Qi Shaorong’s grandfather were once sworn brothers! Even if you had to break off the engagement, you should have done it personally,” Zhuang Renxian shook his head.

Zhuang Hao furrowed his brow and remained silent.

The surgery lasted a total of ten hours. After ten hours, Qi Shaorong finally walked out of the room, exhausted.

“How did it go?” Zhuang Hao asked, approaching eagerly.

“He hasn’t woken up yet, but everything went relatively smoothly,” Qi Shaorong said. “The tumor in his brain has been removed. You can now call in a Light Mage to perform the Holy Light Healing spell, but be moderate with it. No need to overdo it.”

Zhuang Hao saw Qi Shaorong out. After resting for a night, Qi Shaorong began accepting business again the next day.

…

After finishing a liposuction procedure, Qi Shaorong stepped out of the operating room.

Qi Heng hurried over and said, “Young Master, Third Master Zhuang has arrived.”

Qi Shaorong frowned slightly, “Zhuang Renquan? Can he walk already?”

Qi Heng nodded, “Yes! He looks very energetic, not at all like someone recovering from a serious illness.”

“Really?” The people in this realm have great recovery abilities. In the previous realm, after a craniotomy, one would have to rest for at least ten days to half a month.

Qi Shaorong walked out and saw Zhuang Renquan. “Third Master, you’ve recovered quite well!”

“Thanks to your help.”

“Third Master Zhuang, you look even more handsome now,” Qi Shaorong commented. Zhuang Renquan was already good-looking, and now that he had regained some vitality, he looked even better.

Zhuang Qian gazed eagerly at Qi Shaorong, wanting to say something but hesitating. Qi Shaorong smiled and said, “Qian Shao, do you have something to say?”

“I heard that Senior Evil Doctor is best at making people more handsome,” Zhuang Qian said.

Qi Shaorong chuckled, “That’s true. Are you interested in cosmetic surgery, Young Master Zhuang?”

Zhuang Qian scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, and asked, “I’m just asking casually. Can I be made more handsome than my brother?”

“Of course.”

“Really? That sounds difficult,” Zhuang Qian asked excitedly.

Qi Shaorong rested his chin on his hand, “It’s difficult and easy at the same time.”

“Is there an easy way?”

“Of course! Just take a knife and give your brother a few cuts on his face, and you’ll be fine,” Qi Shaorong said.

Zhuang Qian chuckled awkwardly, “Senior Evil Doctor, you really know how to joke.”

Qi Shaorong shrugged, “Joking? I’m serious. Although your brother is good-looking, for some reason, the more I look at him, the more he seems to deserve a beating.”

Zhuang Qian: “…”

Zhuang Renquan rubbed his nose and said, “I heard that Senior Evil Doctor and Qi Shaorong have a very good relationship.”

“Describing my relationship with Shaorong as ‘good’ is too low-level. You know we share a bed,” Qi Shaorong said.

Zhuang Qian choked on his words and began coughing repeatedly.

“Wow, so the relationship between the Evil Doctor and Qi Shaorong is that close! What a surprise,” Zhuang Renquan said.

“Third Master, don’t misunderstand. We sleep in the same bed, but nothing happened. You don’t need to worry about me putting a green hat on your Zhuang Hao. Oh, but now that he’s no longer with Shaorong, even if something happens, it’s none of his business,” Qi Shaorong explained.

Zhuang Renquan chuckled.

“Shaorong, what can I say? He can be considered my confidant. Shaorong likes handsome guys but hates handsome guys who are unattainable. The more handsome they are, the more he dislikes them,” Qi Shaorong said.

Zhuang Qian took a deep breath and asked, “So my brother can be considered extremely, extremely, extremely annoying now?”

Qi Shaorong nodded, “That’s about right. Although I don’t want to admit it, your brother is indeed quite handsome! He could definitely make a living off his looks.” 

Zhuang Qian: “…”