How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH11

Chapter 11

In the corner, the plant was placed inside a special container, its roots immersed in a clear solution.

The plant, along with its container, was set on a hospital bed. At the foot of the bed was a tag with a number and a name, confirming that Ye Yumeng had guessed correctly—

This plant was also one of his “patients”!

Ye Yumeng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He was a medical cultivator, not a veterinarian, nor a spirit botanist—although he had some planting experience, the plants in this world were completely different from those in the cultivation world!

As he scanned the room, he suddenly froze.

He noticed a small rabbit curled into a tight ball, looking painfully weak and helpless.

Among those receiving treatment in the Royal Sanatorium were not only Lu Nanzhou and his subordinates, but also many others—important figures from various fields who had made outstanding contributions to the Empire.

The core inpatient department mainly housed critically ill patients, most of whom could only maintain bodily functions in their juvenile forms.

During recovery, patients who had passed the critical stage were brought daily to the Activity Center for at least three hours of leisure and relaxation.

Although the intention was good, the atmosphere in the Activity Center was anything but lively—it was quiet and oppressive.

Aside from the occasional outburst of a patient losing control, which briefly stirred things up, the place was usually lifeless.

But today was different.

In a corner of the room, within the territory of the Imperial Legion, a “newcomer” had arrived.

Director Lei and several top medical experts had personally escorted him, with Colonel Mo Yin guarding at his side… anyone with a bit of political awareness could already guess who it was.

The atmosphere grew even heavier.

After an initial stir, the twelve members of the Imperial Legion also fell silent.

Over the past year, very few people had been allowed to see Lu Nanzhou—his former subordinates were not among them.

Lu Nanzhou had his pride. He did not wish to be seen in his current state.

But before death, he felt he should meet them once—lest someone act rashly after he was gone.

And also to prepare for Lu Yuanqing to take over the Empire.

Under his insistence, Mo Yin had no choice but to compromise.

However, instead of bringing the subordinates to the ward, he convinced Director Lei to transfer Lu Nanzhou to the Activity Center under strict medical supervision.

Lu Nanzhou did not want to remain in that room until death.

After settling him in and confirming his condition was stable, the doctors left.

Now that he was truly here, facing his former subordinates, Lu Nanzhou fell silent.

He didn’t know where to begin.

Though the room was quiet, thirteen powerful streams of mental force—his and theirs—were actively communicating in midair.

It felt noisy to him.

But he didn’t stop them.

Scenes like this… might never happen again.

“Ah Yin, how is His Majesty now?”

“Is he stable? Can he come out every day now?”

“So this is what His Majesty looks like in juvenile form… so small…”

“Shh! What if he hears you?”

“He looks seriously injured… can Director Lei really cure him?”

“Probably the same as us—just barely keeping him alive…”

Listening to their exchanges, Mo Yin couldn’t hold back his emotions. Afraid he might break down, he made an excuse and left.

Lu Nanzhou still didn’t speak.

Even with the adjustments made, he could feel himself weakening.

His eyelids grew heavy, his control over mental power more difficult…

He knew his time was running out.

Just as he forced himself to speak, the mental chatter suddenly stopped.

In the silence, he felt a pair of hands carefully lift him.

Any movement should have caused piercing pain—but strangely, he felt none.

Had he gone numb?

A warm, unfamiliar yet slightly familiar feeling enveloped him. Someone gently stroked his head.

Who dared?

Annoyed, Lu Nanzhou forced his eyes open—

And met a pair of familiar eyes.

Petal-shaped, soft and elegant, with slightly upturned corners—gentle and captivating.

Dark as ink, like the night sky, quietly focused on him.

He remembered those eyes.

Ye Yumeng…

Was he dreaming again?

Ye Yumeng looked at the small rabbit in his hands.

It was smaller than his palm. Its fur was charred black, its limbs and body shriveled and twisted.

It was hard to imagine it was still alive.

Compared to the other animals, several tubes were connected to it.

Its life force was extremely faint—on the verge of extinction.

Looking at it, Ye Yumeng thought of Xueqiu.

Back then, Xueqiu had died the same way—silent, lifeless in his arms.

No warmth, no response…

His eyes reddened.

Carefully avoiding the tubes, he slid his hand beneath the rabbit and gently lifted it.

He activated the Minor Rejuvenation Technique.

A soft glow, visible only to him, lit up from his palm.

The rabbit’s faint life force slowly began to recover.

Though slow—and his spiritual power limited—it could at least prolong its life.

As long as it lived, there was hope.

Originally discouraged by the sight of so many animals, Ye Yumeng now changed his mind.

He might not be a veterinarian, but healing arts worked on all life.

Once his cultivation improved, he would have more means to heal it.

“Hold on. I’ll find a way to cure you…” he whispered.

He thought no one could hear him.

But in truth—

More than a dozen mental forces were watching him.

Besides Lu Nanzhou’s subordinates, there were others who had guessed his identity.

At first, they paid Ye Yumeng no attention.

A frail caregiver, limping, harmless.

But unexpectedly—

He went straight for the Emperor!

Though Lu Nanzhou’s transfer was sudden, Mo Yin had screened the patients beforehand.

Everyone present was loyal to him.

Unable to act physically, they instinctively launched bloodline suppression and mental attacks.

High-level bloodline pressure could paralyze weaker beastmen instantly.

Mental attacks were even more dangerous.

Yet—

The caregiver was unaffected.

Completely unaffected.

He acted as if they didn’t exist.

This frail-looking boy… was actually formidable?

Fortunately, no assassination occurred.

Instead, he held the Emperor—eyes red—and cried.

And even said he would cure him?

If he could cure Lu Nanzhou, then surely…

But even the best doctors in the galaxy had failed.

And this unknown caregiver claimed he could?

Ridiculous.

…Or was this an excuse to get close?

Some began to realize.

In the past, many had tried to approach the Emperor—none succeeded.

Yet now, weakened, he was within reach?

Lu Nanzhou’s subordinates relaxed, even amused.

Such a scene was rare.

Though not all were so carefree.

A small fox hesitated, then sent a message to Mo Yin.

The Emperor’s dignity still had to be protected.

Moments later—

The metal door opened.

Mo Yin returned.

He immediately sensed something was wrong and strode over.

“Who are you? What are you doing?”

Seeing Ye Yumeng, he frowned.

“It’s you?”

Hearing footsteps, Ye Yumeng quickly composed himself.

He looked up at the one-armed silver-haired man.

So it was him?

The one who had been observing him?

The same presence from his first day?

Mo Yin’s gaze shifted to Ye Yumeng’s hands—

And the small beast within them.

His heart nearly stopped.

“You—what are you doing? Put him down!”

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