When the princess gets married, the general must not flee

Bai Xin was tied up, his eyes and mouth covered. For a moment he didn't know where he was. He only knew that he was sitting on a stool. It was strangely quiet around him. Occasionally he could hear a few frogs croaking. He thought there must be a fish pond or water system nearby.

It felt like two hours since she was tied up here, and she should have left the city. Along the way, whenever she could get down and walk, she tore off some clothes and decorations from behind and threw them on the ground so that the rifle could find her as soon as possible. Fortunately, these ancient people had more clothes and decorations.

When she was first tied up, she was searched by the old woman in the carriage. Her anesthetic needle and dagger seemed to have been taken away. It seemed that they were trying to prevent her from violent resistance. She could only act according to the circumstances.

While thinking, he heard the sound of the door opening with a "creak", and Bai Xin became alert instantly.

The black cloth covering his head was lifted, and Bai Xin took a long time to adjust to the light before he could see the person clearly.

The person who helped her remove the veil was a maid who looked like a servant girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She simply took the things away without saying a word.

She looked around the place where she was. It was a guest room that was neither too big nor too small. The decoration was simple but exquisite. She sat on a round stool. There was a round table and a few stools beside her. Behind her was an ordinary wooden bunk bed.

Whose home were they kidnapped to? What is their purpose?

While Bai was complaining in his heart, a middle-aged, slightly plump man dressed like a wealthy man came in from outside the door, followed by several men in black clothes who looked like thugs and had long knives in their hands. They just stood outside the door and didn't come in.

The first thing the man did when he entered the room was to wink at the maid, asking her to take away the cloth that was stuffed in Bai Xin's mouth.

"Mr. Wang?!" After the cloth that was tied to her tongue was taken away, Bai Xin breathed a sigh of relief. She was finally able to relax and talk, and found that it was someone she knew.

"Doctor Bai, I'm sorry for offending you!" Mr. Wang said apologetically. His words were polite, but he didn't help her untie the ropes.

"Mr. Wang brought me here not to reminisce about the past, right?" Bai Xin said vigilantly, but he could roughly guess his intention.

"Doctor Bai, I have no choice but to invite you here. My Zheng'er can't hold on any longer!" said Mr. Wang with a distressed look on his face.

"I also told you that I can't perform this operation on your son!" Bai Xin frowned slightly and said, "I also feel sorry for your son's condition, but I really can't do anything about it!"

"But you clearly said on the first day we consulted that if my son wants to recover, he just needs a heart transplant!" Mr. Wang shouted hysterically.

"I have inquired about it. You once donated a liver to the daughter of an ordinary family in the south. I went to see the girl and she is still alive and well!"

"The liver can be replaced, why can't my son's heart be replaced!?" Mr. Wang stared at Bai Xin with bloodshot eyes.

Bai Xin lowered her eyelids and said coldly, "That girl's father cut a small piece of his liver to give to his daughter. If your son wants a heart transplant, where will the heart come from?"

It was her fault for being careless. The first time Wang Yuanwai brought his son to see him, he found that his son had congenital heart disease and was already in his teens. He would not live long. She just sighed and said that there was no cure, but if she had a heart transplant, she might still have a chance.

Who would have thought that the speaker might not have meant it, but the listener might have taken it to heart. Mr. Wang loved his son so much that he actually asked her many times to find a way to change his son's heart.

But heart transplants are not easy, and regardless of whether she can perform this operation in this era, the source of the heart is a problem. She had no choice but to refuse many times.

Who would have thought that he would get into trouble? Now he has caused such a big medical dispute. What a fuss!

But now that she knew his purpose, she thought she would not do any physical harm for a while, so she had to find a way to keep him calm.

"Where does Doctor Bai's worry come from?" Mr. Wang looked at her expectantly.

Bai Xin glanced at him and said nothing.

"If Doctor Bai is only worried about the heart problem, you can just relax and treat my son. I'm already prepared for my son!" Mr. Wang's expression instantly showed a bit of relief and pride.

"Someone come! Bring them up!" Mr. Wang shouted towards the door.

A thug brought in five boys aged fifteen or sixteen, and made them kneel in front of them.

"Doctor Bai, look here and see which one of them suits my Zheng'er's heart, and then you can take it from them!"

"They are all family sons, or have signed death contracts, and they are all willing to sacrifice their hearts for their masters!"

Bai Xin looked at the child kneeling on the ground and trembling, and sneered in his heart, is this a voluntary state?

He looked up at Mr. Wang and sneered:

"The father gave his liver to save his son, why don't you use your heart to save your son?"

Mr. Wang said with a broken heart: "I am old, and my son Zheng will not live for many more years even with my heart!"

Bai Xin snorted inwardly, thinking that he himself was reluctant to die, yet he was so high-sounding and wanted to send other people's children to die.

"It's not up to me to decide whether these people are suitable or not!"

"Then what's the final say?" Wang Yuanwai became alert instantly after listening to Bai Xin's words. What she meant was whether there was still a chance.

"This requires checking whether your son's blood is consistent with theirs. Secondly, there is a lot of work to be done. It's not as simple as taking it out and putting it back in!" Bai Xin said lightly. This is not cooking. It can't be used just by washing and cutting.

"Then do it now!" Mr. Wang said anxiously.

"We can't do it here!" Bai Xin refused.

"Why can't you do it?" Mr. Wang looked at her.

"All examinations must be done in our clinic!"

"Doctor Bai wants to tip off someone?" Mr. Wang suddenly remembered and asked in a cold voice.

"Believe it or not!" Bai Xin curled her lips.

"Doctor Bai, don't think of playing any tricks. I have arranged dozens of thugs outside the door. You can't get out, girl. Don't expect others to rescue you. I am surrounded by lakes on all sides, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack."

Wang Yuanwai said in a sinister tone, "Catch her. If she can save his son, fine. But if not, let her be buried with him."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Wang's house is such a Feng Shui treasure land!" Bai Xin teased.

"Of course!" Mr. Wang was a little proud. He was not an ordinary country gentleman.

"So, Doctor Bai, just tell me what you need for my son's heart transplant and I will find someone to get it for him."

Bai Xin looked at him speechlessly. Can this rich man really do whatever he wants and take human lives lightly?

From his tone, it seems that the place he lives in is remote. Even if Rifleman Ye Qi and the others come, they won't be able to attack openly without evidence. If they rescue her secretly, it won't be easy to get in either.

Ye Qi should have known that she was Wu Yuexin, but I don’t know how he would react.

But if they were to start a war to save her, causing casualties among Ye Qi and his men, wouldn't that be more trouble than it would take? She still had to find a way to save herself.