The location where they resided was inherently secure. Ordinary people could not enter. Even officials from the secret service had to pass through layers of inspection. If brought in by an acquaintance, one had to register, and the acquaintance had to act as a guarantor. Yet, this assassin had managed to sneak in. His methods were remarkably skilled.
Yan Aohan smiled faintly. "It seems someone thinks I am too idle and wants to play with me. I am usually easy to talk to. Since they are so impatient, I will let them know the power of the Venerable Yanluo of the capital. Right?"
Yan Aohan’s attitude was too calm. It was so calm that Yan Zhaoxia got goosebumps. "Fourth Brother, please don’t be like that. I feel my hair standing on end."
Hua Yaohui felt relieved seeing his wife regain her spirit. He had been worried when he heard his father-in-law was in trouble. But seeing his wife’s state, he worried more about her sadness. Fortunately, Yan Aohan was now in the capital. If Yan Aohan said there was no problem, then there would be no problem.
Hua Yaohui thought it was foolish for someone to assassinate Old Master Yan. Everyone in the upper circles of the capital knew that Yan Aohan was the true head of the Yan family. As long as Yan Aohan remained standing, the Yan family would have no issues. What kind of confidence made them think assassinating Old Master Yan would strike a blow to the family? People with such ideas must have lost their minds.
Zhu Yanyi walked into the operating room. She saw Gu Jingtian fully focused on the surgery. She walked over but did not disturb her. She only used her special ability to briefly check the specific details of Old Master Yan’s injuries.
After looking, Zhu Yanyi understood clearly. The assassin clearly wanted Old Master Yan to die. Old Master Yan had been shot in three places: one in the abdomen, one in the left shoulder, and one near the heart. Gu Jingtian was currently operating on the abdominal wound.
Gu Jingtian used the "Withered Wood Meets Spring" thirteen-needle technique. Combined with the internal energy he had learned, though not profound, it was operable. Except for the heart area, the other two wounds were not dangerous.
Zhu Yanyi walked directly to the assistant’s position to help Gu Jingtian. Gu Jingtian did not notice Zhu Yanyi, remaining focused on her surgery.
The bullets from the two wounds had been completely removed. The remaining one was near the heart. Gu Jingtian took a deep breath.
"Senior Brother, do not worry. I am here," Zhu Yanyi spoke.
Gu Jingtian only then noticed Zhu Yanyi standing beside her as an assistant. A smile appeared in her eyes. She nodded and began using golden needles to locate the bullet fragment. Zhu Yanyi watched closely. Gu Jingtian found the fragment but frowned slightly. "It is too close to the heart. My golden needles might not work."
Zhu Yanyi smiled. "I will insert the needle. You perform the surgery."
As she spoke, a golden needle flew from her hand. Zhu Yanyi did not use many needles, only one. She adjusted the position of the bullet fragment, using her special ability to force it three centimeters away from the heart. "Done. The fragment is three centimeters from the heart."
Gu Jingtian admired Zhu Yanyi’s skill. She did not stop her movements, simply saying, "Thank you," and continued the surgery. With Zhu Yanyi’s assistance, Gu Jingtian performed the surgery very smoothly. Soon, she removed all three bullet fragments.
Zhu Yanyi took a small bottle from her medicine box and handed it to Gu Jingtian. "Spirit Water. Wash the wounds."