After being tormented by illness for so many years, even hiding in the palace and rarely going out, she was truly fed up with this kind of life.

She also wanted to help the Yael royal family branch out and let her children inherit the entire Z country.

But over the years, her body had been unreliable. Apart from giving birth to Freya, there had been no movement.

"I'm sorry, I will give birth in a little over a month. Also, I won't stay in Z country for too long. For now, I can prescribe some medicinal herbs for the queen. Find reliable people to fetch them and take them to improve the queen's sensitivity to cold gradually."

Although she was a doctor, she wasn't a saint.

She saved Arthur Yael because of her master's instructions, but the queen's illness was not minor and required long-term care. She simply couldn't stay in Z country for too long.

Therefore, being able to prescribe medicine to help her recover was already her biggest compromise.

"Then I thank the Southern Empress."

The queen sincerely expressed her gratitude.

Freya waved her hand and said, "No need to thank me. I will prescribe the medicine later, and the princess's people can come to pick it up." After that, she stood up, yawning tiredly. "The king's condition is relatively stable now. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to rest first."

The princess nodded, "Please take care on your way back to the southern country."

Freya left the ward and saw Bradley waiting outside, looking a bit upset while talking on the phone with someone. She didn't disturb him, but quietly approached and hugged him from behind.

Bradley trembled slightly and quickly said, 'I have to hang up for now,' before putting away his phone. Then, he turned around and embraced her, his voice hoarse. "Are you tired? Let me take you back to rest."

Freya stopped him and asked, "Who were you just talking to on the phone? Why do you look so troubled?"

Bradley lowered his eyes, his gaze darkening momentarily before returning to his usual expression. "It's nothing. Lucas called to give an update on the situation in the southern country."

Actually no, it was Hawke who called to talk about the situation in Xavier.

Originally scheduled for a three-month facial rejuvenation surgery, it was changed to once a month due to strong demands from Xavier.

The consequence of this decision is that each surgery will become more difficult and increase the likelihood of failure, posing a risk to life.

But Xavier is too stubborn, disregarding the consequences completely in order to reunite with Ella as soon as possible.

Bradley is worried that being so hasty will only backfire in the end!

"It's all my fault, you have national responsibilities, while I failed to share your burdens and instead selfishly tied you down here."

Freya suddenly felt guilty.

In order to save a man who almost turned against them, she left behind her friends in the capital and affected Bradley's career.

All in all, she is not a good mother, let alone a good wife!

Bradley could see her guilt, he reached out to stroke her hair and said, "Don't blame yourself, these are just minor matters, Gabriel will handle them well."

After speaking, he lifted her horizontally and walked towards the direction of the room.

...

Dark web headquarters, medical room.

Hawke clenched his phone in his hand, looking deeply at Xavier, eventually sighing deeply.

"Are you sure you want to do this? If anything goes wrong, I won't be able to bear it."

ying operation a month, or this kind of major surgery, is too crazy.

Xavier lay on the operating table, his eyes extremely determined, "I entrust my life to you, even if I die, I won't come back to you, go ahead."

His mind was made up, and no ying could stop him.

Even if he dies, it's better than living a lifetime in ugliness, unable to face anyone!

Therefore, instead of waiting in vain, it's better to take a chance with fate.

"I really don't have confidence, really, don't put so much pressure on me." Hawke held the surgical knife, hesitating to make a move. No ying could understand his messed-up heart. When Bradley destroyed his appearance in a big fire years ago and was eager to restore it, Hua endured enormous pressure to perform surgery on him, taking a whole five years to restore his appearance. But now, it's Xavier's turn, pushing him to perform surgery once a month, which seems insane to him. Despite his refined skills after years of practice, he couldn't imagine the risks of such a high-stakes surgery. "Just get on with it, stop dilly-dallying." Xavier had been lying here for over two hours, his back numb, but Hawke hesitated to proceed, testing his patience. "No, I must confirm with the young master first before I operate, as it concerns your life. I need his instructions before I make a move."

"The young master is very busy, stop nagging, or I'll pin you down on the operating table and use you as a human experiment."

After saying that, Xavier stood up from the operating table.

After these days of recuperation, although his body was far from what it used to be, it was more than enough to deal with a man with no combat power.

Soon, Hawke and he switched positions.

Xavier held a surgical knife in his hand, pointing it at his abdomen.

Hawke was shocked and quickly begged for mercy, "Senior Brother, please don't mess around, I am the only heir in my family, if you disable me, how will my family continue?"

"If you don't want to end your family line, then undergo the surgery for me!"

After Xavier finished speaking, he pressed the surgical knife a bit lower.

Hawke watched in horror as the sharp blade approached closer, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Alright, I'll do it, I'll do it, just let me go first!"

He understands this senior brother, and when he gets ruthless, he can do anything. He is only ying-third through his life, still unmarried and childless. If he goes on like this, the latter half of his life will be ruined.

Xavier saw him relax and only then let go of him, returning to the operating table. The next moment, the needle slowly pushed into his muscle, and his consciousness gradually became blurry.

Hawke took a deep breath, with a determined expression as if risking Everyone, focused on the surgery. "Hang the IV drip..." "Give me the scissors.. wipe the blood off the wound..." He skillfully instructed the assistant to cooperate with him, concentrating heavily but because of too much tension, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Drip—" Suddenly, the heart rate monitor emitted a rapid sound.

"Beside his ear came the urgent voice of the assistant doctor, 'Doctor Hua, the patient is experiencing shortness of breath...'

'Doctor Hua, the patient's heart has stopped beating...'

'Doctor Hua...'"