After Wu Dahu’s skull was completely opened, Song Qinghan still didn’t dare to make a sound. He held his breath and carefully examined the tissues within, cleared out the foreign matter which was left in Wu Dahu’s brain, and then slowly closed Wu Dahu’s skull while motioning the person behind him to pass him the needle. With that needle, he commenced suturing.

Although the foreign matter was removed and no accidents happened during the operation, Song Qinghan still couldn’t help but show an expression in worry.

If he was not mistaken just now on making such a diagnosis, there seemed to be some deformation at Wu Dahu’s amygdala, and he did not know what changes would result from this when Wu Dahu came back to his senses…

The amygdala plays an important role governing emotions and memories in humanity’s body. So if there would be some changes in Wu Dahu’s body, there were only two possibilities: the deformation of that would affect his emotion expression or cause a memory loss.

Even though Song Qinghan was trying his best to resort to any feasible means to devise a scheme dealing with this issue, the movements he was operating never stopped. After successfully suturing the injury and cut the final thread, he cleaned the scalpel and his hands and continued to handle the other injuries.

Halfway through the operation, something seemed to occur to him in his mind all of a sudden. He quickly looked up and glanced at the person responsible for the pulse and asked in a deep voice, “You did not detect something abnormal just then?”

The man seemed to just awake from the great panic and he looked back at Song Qinghan in the eyes frighteningly, and answered in a diffident voice, “No… Nothing happened, Your Excellency. The patient’s pulse remains steady all the time.”

Well, that was right the reason why Song Qinghan would feel shocked about. How was that possible for a patient to remain his pulse steady since the operation on him was not something small, but his skull was just unveiled by a random, unknown ‘doctor’…

He couldn’t even imagine that a person’s skull could be unveiled open without… to make it preciser, it was a complete shock for him that one was able to live and keep his pulse steady after his skull was unveiled.

Moreover, he had only seen the scene that bleeding brains splattered everywhere, and he never got a chance to make a closer observation on the intact inner structure of human’s brain. So it would be difficult for him not being shocked at that moment.

Most importantly, how could someone devise such an idea himself?

Thinking of this, he stared back at Song Qinghan. Noticing that Song Qinghan was still remaining his extraordinary calmness continuing the operation as if nothing big happened at all, surprisingly, he had the feeling that the Goddess of Mercy had come down to earth to make the redemption.

After finishing handling the other nine wounds on Wu Dahu’s body, Song Qinghan could clearly feel that his strength was gradually draining away. His eyes were blurred with dark again while his hands started to be trembling subconsciously.

Luckily, the man standing next to him had a sense of perspective, so he hurriedly handed over water and supported him to other side to have a rest.

Noticing that Song Qinghan still intended to continue, the man who was taking the pulse dissuaded, “Your Excellency, his situation is getting steadier, let the rest of us handle it.”

Song Qinghan subconsciously put his hand on his abdomen as the his stomach once again started twitching in pain, he knew that this was not the right time for him to let his nature take over. He came to respond with his mind at ease, “Alright, then you guys will be responsible for the ensuing treatment, and I will see right here.”

Those who were standing by looked at each other as if they had finally been relieved and they moved lightly.

Although those men could not use a scalpel like Song Qinghan did, they just mimicked his movements to use the scissors to help handle the wounds on Wu Dahu.

The rest of the wounds were only minor cuts caused by knives and arrows, which did not require much attention, while there was a pair of eyes watching on them, they didn’t dare processing carelessly. All of them were like group of examinees being stared by the examiner, with their nerves strained tensely, they made every single movement in extremely meticulous way, daring not to make a mistake.

After all the wounds were successfully processed, Song Qinghan came to utter in a deep voice, “Alright, I only got one request for the guarding mission. One among you takes the responsibility to take his pulse non-stop within twelve hours, you are allowed to make arrangement to take turns. But the detailed arrangement will be all depended on you.”

Those people obediently responded. Seeing that Song Qinghan had no other demands, they did not bother to ask further even though they got a pile of questions in their minds, and left the tent quietly without making noise.

The man who was carrying Little Shitou noticed that Song Qinghan finally came out of the tent behind the team, he approached and asked while raising his eyebrows, “So soon?”

Song Qinghan was just about to pick up Little Shitou, but when he looked down at his own blood-stained hands and cloth, he gave the idea up, and then smiled bitterly, “Right, I have tried my best to do that. As for the fact that whether he will come back to his sense or not, the Buddha will give the answer in the future. Have His Highness arranged my living here? At least give me a tent.”

The man surprisingly stumbled for a moment before answering, glanced down at Little Shitou and answered softly, “His Highness wants… wants you to stay in his tent.”

Song Qinghan frowned, he was quite confused about the arrangement of Mork. But currently he got no other choices since he was alone here with a baby, and furthermore, the tent of the head of a country wouldn’t be that bad. So he responded in a deep voice, “Alright, I will accept it, please lead the way.”

Seeing that Song Qinghan came to reach an agreement so easily without hesitation, the man showed an utter disbelief, but he didn’t say anything else. He turned around and led the way forward.

When they finally arrived in front of an inconspicuous tent, the man suddenly questioned, “No offense, but I mean, people from Qingmu Region like you really don’t care about the self virtue and morality, right? You are a husband of someone, but still show your willingness to live with our master?”

Song Qinghan raised an eyebrow and calmly replied, “Aren’t you the ones who don’t care about the rules and regulations, so what makes you care so much about the virtue and morality stuff from your enemy country?”

The man was completely shocked as he heard that Song Qinghan responded with such harsh and unpleasant words, he then smiled bitterly, while stretching his finger and pointing at somewhere, “Don’t you worry, it is true that you live in the same tent with His Highness, but there is still a huge gap and long distance between your room and his room.”

Although he didn’t elaborate, Song Qinghan didn’t care at all, because as soon as he walked into that tent, he knew what the man meant.

It was true that the tent looked inconspicuous from its outside look, but in fact it had a secret inside. As he walked further inside, a ladder leading downward emerged out of surprise.

Song Qinghan followed behind the man and looked at him curiously before asking, “Your skills in digging the hole are quite good. Did you dig it long ago?” Or dug it after showing up here?”

The bitter smile on the man’s face grew deeper when he heard that Song Qinghan described their underground palace as a HOLE. But the fire of wrath in his heart was quenched immediately as he noticed that Little Shitou who was sucking his own thumb was looking at him right away. Instead of being impatient, he came to explain gently, “We own a professional team of craftsmen who were fully responsible for building the palace, as long as we decide to stay in one place for more than half of a month, they will be assigned with that work.”

As they spoke, the two of them had finally reached the inner part of the underground palace. With just a causal glance, Song Qinghan couldn’t help but feel rather shocked in mind.

He had previously only believed that this underground palace was used as Mork’s bedchamber, so he did not take it too seriously. But from the current situation of what he could see, it seemed that apart from being a bedchamber for Mork, this underground palace could completely be used as a solid barrier.

By roughly calculating the area with his naked eyes, he discovered that this so-called palace was huge enough to accommodate more than thousand people within, or maybe more if he was allowed to probe further…

Just as he was lost in thought, the man stopped and signaled for Song Qinghan to look forward, while whispering, “This is where you live. I’ll put the child on the bed for you. If you need anything, just inform them.”