She spoke each word with emphasis: "It's not a relic."
On the side, Ye Lengleng frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Why do you say this is a mermaid's tear? It is no different from a relic, and it doesn't have the scent of a mermaid."
Su Yao looked at the bead quietly.
There was a faint flash of purple in her eyes.
"Ordinary mermaid tears don't have this shape. These tears were shed by the mermaid queen when she gave birth to a prince. She wept tears of joy and dropped them onto the white spirit sand. They have been sealed for three hundred years without dispersing."
She lowered her eyes. "If the Buddha's aura is confused, the naked eye cannot distinguish it. Only when the mind recognizes the truth can it be seen clearly."
The smile in Qiao Yingxiong's eyes widened slightly and he sighed softly.
"Director Su."
He pointed his fingertips, and the mermaid tear in his palm slowly floated up and presented it to her: "In that case, it is what you deserve."
"Consider this as a thank you for your willingness to participate in two rounds of trials."
His eyes were calm and his voice was calm: "No matter whether you can save my daughter later, I will never make things difficult for you."
Su Yao quietly took the mermaid's tears, with no sadness or joy in her eyes.
"Thank you very much."
Her voice was very soft, and her fingertips brushed across the coldness of the tears.
Li Wangchuan stood aside, looked at her and said nothing.
He was usually a man of few words, but at this moment, he sighed softly.
"Director Su."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a certain depth of meaning: "The power of recognition is beyond the reach of others."
Su Yao turned her head and just looked at him calmly.
Her purple eyes were clear, as if nothing in the world could move her.
The air quieted down.
A long-burning lamp lit up between the ice sculptures, dimly illuminating everyone's expressions.
Qiao Yingxiong smiled: "The second level is over."
"After this, if you wish, I will arrange a final trial."
He lowered his head and looked at his empty palm, his eyes unfathomable: "Perhaps, you can really do what I expect."
The mermaid's tears felt extremely cold in Su Yao's palm.
She stood quietly among the thousands of ice Buddhas, her white clothes as white as snow, her brows and eyes calm, as if the coldness of the entire underground palace had not penetrated her heart at all.
…
The backyard of Yuqing Villa is a quiet garden that is completely different from the gloomy underground palace.
Snow-covered branches and drooping bamboos, surrounded by high, jade-white walls, seem to be cut off from the outside world. At the end of the garden stands a completely transparent convalescent ward, with only a single passage connecting it to the outside world.
Su Yao and Li Wangchuan stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and through the crystal glass, they saw the snow-white hospital bed.
On the hospital bed, a young woman sat quietly, her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a cat, her half-closed eyelashes trembling slightly, and her chest covered by a milky white protective shield.
She looked very quiet and weak. There was nothing in the room that could hurt her, and even the edge of the bed was covered with the softest medical cushioning cotton.
Qiao Yingxiong walked forward slowly, his expression more solemn than ever.
He didn't speak immediately, but just nodded slightly to the woman.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to unfasten the protective cover on her chest, revealing a still beating heart tightly wrapped in a translucent film.
It looks smaller than a normal heart, and its beating frequency is extremely irregular. Every beat seems to stop at any time.
The room fell into a breathless silence.
Qiao Yingxiong's voice was hoarse: "I need you..."
He paused, glanced at Su Yao, and then looked at Li Wangchuan: "Find a way to put this heart back into her body."
"She suffers from a rare congenital heart disorder that prevents her from bleeding. Once she does bleed, it becomes uncontrollable and she eventually dies from blood loss."
Li Wangchuan's brows knitted together, and after a long silence, he lowered his eyes and said, "...This woman's condition is the same as your daughter's."
"Yes." Qiao Yingxiong's voice revealed a hint of difficulty: "She is just a test subject."
He raised his eyes, his gaze dark, "If she bleeds to death, I won't let my daughter undergo the same surgery."
Li Wangchuan did not respond immediately.
His gaze slowly shifted to Su Yao, and he whispered, “This time, I won’t participate.”
He spoke very calmly, as if stating a decision that had nothing to do with him.
"The heart meridian is congenitally damaged, which places a heavy burden on the original mind. I once tried to control the blood with my mind, but after just one breath, I almost fainted."
"Feel sorry."
Qiao Yingxiong looked at him quietly for a long time, then said calmly, "I understand."
"Over the years, for my daughter's sake, I have searched for all the famous doctors in the world, all the celestial masters who are skilled in refining souls and prolonging life."
He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a dark shadow under the light: "No one dares to take this operation."
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