Chapter 10
Core Inpatient Department, conference room.
The leading medical experts had barely rested before convening an emergency consultation on how to treat His Majesty the Emperor.
In truth, meetings like this had been held countless times over the past year.
They all understood that even if a cure was impossible, they had to at least come up with a plan to preserve his life.
Otherwise, given the Emperor’s prestige in the Yaojin Empire, even if the Prince chose to spare them, their future would still be bleak.
That said, how to treat him remained an unsolved problem.
Back then, when Lu Nanzhou burned his blood essence to erect the Mystic Flame Barrier, the burning did not cease after the crisis ended.
Whenever new blood essence formed within his body, the Mystic Flame would reignite, consuming it completely.
The Mystic Flame was a natural ability of the Yaojin royal family—its power was beyond question.
After being gravely injured, Lu Nanzhou had become too weak to control it, so ultimately, his critical condition stemmed from the backlash of the Mystic Flame.
By modern medical classification, it could roughly be considered an autoimmune disease.
To the assembled experts, the fact that he had lasted over a year was already extraordinary. Any royal with slightly weaker talent would have been burned to death by their own flames long ago.
But as time passed, he grew weaker and weaker.
Especially after hosting a prolonged interplanetary conference over a month ago—over ten hours of high-intensity work—his condition had deteriorated sharply.
The sanatorium had exhausted every method to keep him alive, but his body had been pushed too far. It was now reaching a point beyond recovery…
Though they had long anticipated this day, they still hoped to delay it as much as possible.
Without Lu Nanzhou—the pillar holding the empire steady—the great families would undoubtedly turn on each other and tear the empire apart.
War would be inevitable, and peace would vanish.
No one wanted to see such a tragedy.
At that moment, Lei Qi’s communicator rang.
Fearing it concerned the Emperor, he paused the meeting, nodded to the others, and stepped aside to answer.
“Director Lei, the assessment results for the Xihe caregivers are out…”
Before the head nurse Tian Fu could finish, he interrupted:
“Let the central system handle it—just follow the standard procedure.”
“I’m in an important meeting. Unless it concerns His Majesty, do not disturb me.”
He ended the call.
Tian Fu stared at the screen, then at the list in her hand, frowning.
Ye Yumeng’s results were clearly abnormal.
Normally, Director Lei would either conduct a second assessment or dismiss him outright.
Should she really leave it entirely to the system?
After the assessment, Ye Yumeng returned to his dorm and resumed cultivation.
He had always been diligent in his practice.
The next morning, he was awakened by his communicator—it was a notification assigning him to his post.
His spirits lifted immediately.
Treating the sick and saving lives was essential to his cultivation path.
At last, he could interact with patients!
It seemed his assessment had not gone wrong…
His gaze fell on the light-brain device.
On the way back yesterday, he had asked Gan Xiaoyang and Mo Jingyun.
They both experienced dizziness after studying more than six hours.
They had assumed it was due to difficulty, not the device itself.
Ye Yumeng had a guess—
It might be related to the summoning ability.
Perhaps that was why he could endure longer usage.
Since the sanatorium had still assigned him work, it likely wasn’t an issue. He stopped worrying.
After tidying up, he left the dorm.
Outside, he ran into Gan Xiaoyang.
“Yezi! Did you get your assignment?”
“Mm.”
“Great! Gao Hui just hasn’t seen enough of the world. Ignore him.”
Ye Yumeng nodded. “Thank you.”
“Don’t be so polite!” Gan Xiaoyang grinned. “I’m assigned to the 5th floor medical office. You?”
Ye Yumeng checked.
“Core Inpatient Department… Activity Center.”
“What floor is that?”
“No idea.”
“We’ll find out when we get there. Let’s go!”
The compound was large, so they called a hover car.
Now that he had access to the core area, Ye Yumeng finally entered the Royal Sanatorium’s central zone.
However, due to lockdown, inspections were extremely strict before they were allowed in.
“Verification complete. Please proceed to your assigned post.”
They were checked again at the main hall entrance.
“Security here is intense,” Gan Xiaoyang muttered.
Ye Yumeng nodded, wondering again if the “important figure” was Lu Qi.
They entered the elevator.
“Please present identification and state your destination,” a gentle mechanical voice said.
Gan Xiaoyang went first.
His details appeared on the screen.
“Authorization confirmed.”
In the next moment, he vanished.
Ye Yumeng was stunned.
Teleportation?
There was no trace of spiritual energy—pure technology.
He repeated the process.
After a brief weightless sensation, the doors opened again—and Gan Xiaoyang was already outside waiting.
They reported to Head Nurse Tian Fu, received uniforms, and were assigned workstations.
After changing, they parted ways.
“Activity Center—arrival complete.”
The hallway outside was unfamiliar.
Ye Yumeng stepped out cautiously, still limping slightly.
A floating robot approached him.
He couldn’t help but feel envious—once he had money, he’d get a mobility device.
The robot verified his identity again.
Then a man appeared on its screen—a middle-aged man with messy hair.
“You’re the new caregiver? Ye Yumeng?”
Ye Yumeng nodded.
“I’m Chen Limin—call me Uncle Chen. I’m busy right now, follow the robot to the activity room… ah! Stop pulling my hair!”
Something had jumped onto his head.
A small monkey.
Chen Limin struggled with it, trying to save his hair.
“That’s it for now! I’ll explain later—ah! That hurts!”
The call ended.
Ye Yumeng stood there, stunned.
He recalled the snake from last night.
So… this place raises snakes—and monkeys?
Are they used for medicine?
Snakes, maybe. But monkeys too?
The thought made him uneasy.
“Please follow me,” the robot said.
He followed.
At a turn, he briefly saw a hurried figure ahead—a man with one empty sleeve.
Then he disappeared.
Ye Yumeng entered the room.
And froze.
Inside the spacious hall were over thirty beds.
And on them—
Lay all kinds of small animals.
He blinked in confusion.
A robot was gently speaking to a lamb lying in bed, dressed in soft pajamas, weakly breathing.
His confusion deepened.
Wait.
Wait???
Original owner, wake up—are you sure this place needs a healer, not a veterinarian?
Then his eyes widened.
What the hell—there are even plants here?!
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