How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH17

Chapter 17

Unfortunately, under everyone’s watchful gaze, the one who strode in from outside was—Chen Limin, with his messy, bird’s-nest hair.

The patients couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Chen Limin paid them no mind. His face was dark, as if he had just swallowed gunpowder.

‘What’s wrong with him?’
‘Who offended him?’
‘Is it because Caregiver Ye is late?’
‘It’s almost lunchtime and he still hasn’t come… did something happen to him?’

Their mental voices drifted through the air without any attempt to hide from Chen Limin, so he heard everything clearly.

The more he listened, the more irritated he became.

“Stop guessing. Little Ye has been transferred—he’s not coming today, and he won’t be coming anymore!”

As the sole staff member and person in charge of the activity center, Chen Limin had rushed off first thing in the morning to argue with the head nurse after receiving the notice.

“Finally got someone to help me out, and they take him away in less than a day—what is this? Do they think I’m easy to bully?!”

Tian Fu poured him a glass of water to calm him down.

Then she said, “Little Ye has been transferred to the top-floor ward.”

She herself had been quite surprised.

In her view, someone like Ye Yumeng—with a questionable background and from another federation—should have been reassigned away from the Royal Sanatorium at such a sensitive time, if not dismissed outright.

When the director told her to let the AI handle placements, she followed orders, but she had been waiting for him to notice.

Sure enough, Ye Yumeng caught Director Lei’s attention on his very first day.

But what she hadn’t expected was that instead of being moved away from the core, he was transferred right to His Majesty’s side.

When she got the notice, she had even double-checked with Director Lei several times.

That said, she didn’t dislike Ye Yumeng. He was good-looking, well-behaved, and had a sweet smile—he made her want a child like him.

If the higher-ups thought it was fine, then she had no objections.

As for Chen Limin?

What objection could he possibly have?

As one of the caregivers who interacted most with patients, how could he not know who occupied the top-floor ward?

In the end, Tian Fu sent him the profiles of the other five Xihe caregivers and let him choose.

Chen Limin had no choice but to swallow his anger and return in defeat.

Though he had accepted it rationally, he still felt displeased. Seeing the group of little “ancestors” in the activity room only worsened his mood.

Once the body regressed into juvenile form, if recovery didn’t happen quickly, the mind would gradually regress as well.

Some patients in the Royal Sanatorium had remained like this for over ten years.

These people were practically children—no, calling them animals wouldn’t be wrong either.

Mischief was one thing, but some were downright wild and uncontrollable—like the little monkey Ye Yumeng had seen on his first day.

Chen Limin had to take care of these “little ancestors” every day. He couldn’t hit them, couldn’t scold them—he felt more miserable than a kindergarten teacher, with no hope in sight.

And as soon as his words fell, the previously quiet mental chatter in the room surged again.

‘Why was Little Ye transferred? Was it because he offended us?’
‘He didn’t mean it…’
‘I don’t like him, but isn’t this too much? Was he fired?’
‘…’

The little fox forgot his sadness and joined the discussion.

The little bear on the bed looked disappointed, while the lion cat beside him swished its tail in irritation.

Chen Limin ignored their questions.

“It’s almost lunchtime,” he said sternly. “I’m in a bad mood today. You’d better eat obediently, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

Mealtime was always the hardest.

Some patients didn’t want to return to their rooms, so they ate in the activity room, which had gradually turned into a cafeteria.

But what child eats obediently?

Moreover, due to their regressed bodies and injuries, most patients could only consume specially prepared nutrient solutions in fixed amounts.

Though the Royal Sanatorium used high-quality formulas with various flavors, eating them every day still became unbearable.

Even Chen Limin, a mentally sound adult, disliked them—let alone these “cubs.”

So this time of day was especially painful for him.

Fortunately, patients who could eat real food were required to return to their rooms—otherwise, every day would turn into a food war.

The twelve members of the Blade Squad, having only recently regressed, were not yet his concern.

Guangye, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened them.

They were deep sapphire eyes, tinged with violet, like stars in the night sky.

As the second-in-command of the Blade Squad, even in juvenile form, he retained full clarity of mind, just like Lu Nanzhou.

He scanned the room thoughtfully.

Then he activated his terminal, and a private chat interface appeared.

At the top was a message from “Father,” partially visible:

Father: What exactly is His Majesty’s condition? Tell me the truth…

A flicker of irritation passed through Guangye’s eyes. He deleted the message and scrolled down.

Only when he reached near the bottom did he stop.

Top-floor ward, Core Inpatient Department.

Mo Yin’s terminal suddenly vibrated. Startled, he glanced at the sleep monitor to ensure Lu Nanzhou hadn’t been disturbed before checking it.

Guangye: How is His Majesty?

Mo Yin was surprised. Since his injury, this former close friend had grown distant and sharp—they hadn’t spoken in a long time.

Seeing the message, Mo Yin pressed his lips together.

Now part of intelligence operations, he had learned that while the Yaojin Empire appeared strong, it was far from unified.

Though Guangye’s clan supported His Majesty, most of the Feather Tribe were loyal only to him alone…

Mo Yin sighed and replied: His Majesty is asleep.

After a moment, the reply came.

Guangye: Good.

Mo Yin hesitated, then asked: And you?

Guangye: Same as always.
Guangye: Time to eat.

Sensing the same cold distance, Mo Yin sighed and simply replied “Okay.”

At that moment, a robot caregiver entered: “Lunch has been delivered. Please collect your meals.”

Ye Yumeng, who had been sitting by the bedside all morning, immediately stood up.

“Lunch is here! Ah Mo, let’s go eat!”

Earlier, when he used the Minor Rejuvenation Technique, Mo Yin had been staring at him—he thought he’d been exposed, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

After all, only he could see the glow of the technique.

He had considered revealing his abilities, but after careful thought, he dismissed the idea.

He had just arrived and knew nothing about this world. Acting rashly carried too much risk.

Moreover, this world consisted of human-beast hybrids—aside from mental power, were there other differences?

Would those differences affect his healing techniques?

These were things he needed time to observe.

So Ye Yumeng decided to keep a low profile for now.

“You go ahead,” Mo Yin said.

“Alright.”

Ye Yumeng didn’t insist. He went to collect his meal and then headed to the staff lounge.

Meals were portioned; if it wasn’t enough, one could request more next time.

The containers were temperature-controlled—no matter when opened, the food remained warm.

“If only I could take one of these home,” he muttered.

Such a good container felt wasted as just a lunchbox.

But once he tasted the food, he forgot all about it.

The meals here were clearly better than the cafeteria’s—richer, higher quality.

So delicious!

It was the best meal he had eaten since arriving in this world.

Eyes shining, he devoured everything happily.

Afterward, he returned the container, then paused, glancing toward the elevator.

It was lunchtime—he should be free to move around, right?

Thinking of the animals in the activity room, he checked on the little rabbit, then headed for the elevator.

“Please present identification and state your destination.”

“I want to go to the activity center.”

But—

“Sorry, you do not have access to the activity center.”

Ye Yumeng froze.

So staff couldn’t access areas outside their assigned zones?

With the facility under lockdown, he gave up for now.

Staring at the closing elevator doors, he frowned.

Did this mean he couldn’t treat those animals anymore?

Even if curing the rabbit fulfilled the original owner’s wish… he had already resolved to help the others.

He didn’t want to give up.

But for now, he had no choice but to return.

After he came back, Mo Yin went to eat—and returned in under two minutes.

“You’re done already?”

“Mm.”

He had promised not to leave Ye Yumeng alone, even during meals.

And he ate quickly because his meal was just nutrient solution.

Like His Majesty—and his comrades—he could no longer eat normally.

How could he indulge alone?

The silver-haired man returned to his seat, silent as ever.

Ye Yumeng watched him quietly.

There was something melancholic about him, perhaps because of his missing arm.

From Director Lei’s attitude, his status was clearly not ordinary.

Could he use him to get back to the activity room…?

After thinking for a moment, Ye Yumeng decided to strike up a conversation.

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