Master Cheng was not short of money, so many doctors took care of the woman so she would not die immediately.

However, Jiang Yao looked at the situation and guessed that if she did nothing for the woman, then the woman would die soon.

The two nurses were obviously afraid of Master Cheng, so they did not dare to tell him the truth. They only told him that the woman was still the same.

Jiang Yao did not say a word. Suddenly, she felt someone pull her sleeve. She lowered her head, and a stack of paper hit her face and fell into her arms.

"D*mn Kid!"

Jiang Yao rubbed her nose and glared at the little boy in front of her.

"This is my mother's latest physical examination report. Can you take a look?" The little boy sniffed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it so hard."

The aggrieved expression on the little devil's face instantly turned into a pitiful one.

Jiang Yao took those papers and pretended to look through them. Then, she returned them to Cheng Jinyan and said, "That's it. Just prepare for the funeral."

The corners of Jiang Yao's lips curled upward. "I'm leaving." She saw Lu Xingzhi's car was almost at the villa entrance.

Her husband had finally arrived. It was not bad; he was swift.

Jiang Yao's instructions to prepare for the funeral were not random. It was a risky surgery. Even if she were to perform it, she would also have to take a lot of risks.

A single mishap would cause the patient to die on the operating table. If the woman were to die, it would trigger the system's perverted destruction program. She would become a lunatic without any thoughts.

She would never do such a thankless task.

Even if that person looked like her, that was not why she should take such a huge risk to perform the surgery.

There might be many people in the world who looked like her. There was still a Sun Xiaoshan, right?

When she saw Master Cheng's angry expression, Jiang Yao was not afraid at all. "Master Cheng, don't blame me for my words. Even if my teacher were standing here, she would tell you the same thing. Master Cheng, you know very well how serious your wife's condition is. I believe that you have also found many doctors to see her. Did they also tell you that the surgery is very risky? There's a 97% chance that your wife will die on the operating table. The remaining three percent, or two percent, is that after the bullet is removed from her brain, she will still be in a vegetative state. If she's lucky, she will sleep for ten years. If she's unlucky, she will sleep for two to three years before she dies. There's less than one percent chance that she will wake up after the surgery."

Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows. "However, due to your temper, they might not be as straightforward as I am right now. They only told you that there was no need for the surgery, but they didn't tell you that you should prepare for her funeral. However, I am a straightforward person. If there is no hope, I won't give it to others. This is my teacher's advice."

Of course, that was what she casually said, but who would know?

No one knew that she was the Divine Doctor, so no one would know if she had made that up.

"What do you mean by preparing for the funeral?"

The little boy asked, "Father, does this mean that Mommy will die? Is she going to be buried in a coffin?"

Master Cheng's men rushed forward and whispered into his ear. "Master Cheng, Young Master Lu has led the police and troops into the manor."

Jiang Yao pursed her lips. She really wanted to say that she could hear him no matter how quiet he tried to be, so he might as well say it out loud.