You Said You Were a Tyrant, So Why Are You Biting Your Lip and Saying It Hurts?

[Genius doctor widow VS arrogant emperor | Both virgins · space · self-rescue · intense push and pull]

Lu Ning transmigrated.

From the start, she had been widowed for twenty years. Her birth family was destroyed, her husband’s family rebelled, and by noon the next day, the whole family would be executed in the marketplace.

Luckily, her portable medical space activated just in time.

To survive, she set her sights on the tyrant Liu Yuan in the imperial dungeon, a man who walked stiffly and radiated murderous intent.

Lu Ning: “Your Majesty, your lower half is swollen and ulcerated. The imperial physicians don’t dare cut it, but I can!”

In the secret chamber, the lamps burned bright.

Modern surgical attending Lu Ning held an anesthetic syringe, her expression blank. “Your Majesty, lie flat, and spread your legs a little wider.”

The emperor, rumored to be sinister and brutal, gripped the armrests for dear life, his whole body tense. He turned his head awkwardly, biting his lip from the pain until even the tips of his ears turned red.

Tyrant: “...Why does this needle hurt so much?!”

Lu Ning: “Bear with it, Your Majesty. It won’t hurt once I finish injecting the anesthetic. Don’t move, or I can’t guarantee I’ll cut straight.”

After twelve stitches down there, the way the tyrant looked at her changed completely.

After entering the palace, when the Empress Dowager ordered her death, Lu Ning simply knocked out the eunuch and shouted in a fit of madness: “If I die, who’s going to take out the Emperor’s stitches?”

The tyrant had the Empress Dowager’s trusted aide beaten to death that very night. His face darkened as he shielded her: “Only people I trust are allowed to touch my body.”

During a late-night dressing change, Lu Ning raised an eyebrow. “Your Majesty, feeling overheated? Shall I make you a cooling tonic?”

The tyrant gritted his teeth, the tips of his ears faintly red. “Be quiet and change the dressing!”