How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH19

Chapter 19

After getting off work, Ye Yumeng headed straight to the cafeteria.

On the way, he happened to run into Gan Xiaoyang and Mo Jingyun, so the three of them went together.

Among the six caregivers from the Xihe Federation, only he and Gan Xiaoyang had been assigned to the core inpatient department; the other four were distributed across different zones.

For instance, Mo Jingyun was stationed in Area No. 2 together with Gao Hui.

“These past couple of days, every time I run into Gao Hui, his face looks so gloomy—like he’s been struck by lightning,” Mo Jingyun said with a grin.

“Serves him right for being so arrogant and looking down on people—you two really showed him up!”

In truth, Mo Jingyun had also been mocked by Gao Hui. After all, Ye Yumeng and Gan Xiaoyang had both made it into the core inpatient department, while she was left out.

But she didn’t take it to heart.

It wasn’t as if only the core inpatient department mattered. As long as she did her job well, staying in Area No. 2 wasn’t bad either.

“Hahaha, struck by lightning…” Gan Xiaoyang laughed so hard he almost choked. “I’d love to see the look on his face now!”

Ye Yumeng, however, wasn’t particularly concerned about Gao Hui. He looked down at his food and frowned slightly.

So it wasn’t his imagination after all.

The meals in the top-floor ward really were better!

“Oh right, the staff group is organizing an online gathering. Are you guys going?” Mo Jingyun brought up another topic.

“Online gathering?” Ye Yumeng looked puzzled.

Although Little Rabbit had been asleep all day, he himself hadn’t been idle—he had been using his terminal to read and attend lessons, cramming basic medical knowledge of this world.

As for the staff group, he had been added on his first day.

He only glanced at it briefly, found it full of trivial chatter, muted it, and never checked it again.

“It’s a gathering on the StarNet community.”

Gan Xiaoyang chimed in, “The seniors said they want to welcome us, take us out to have some fun, and get to know each other better.”

“How do we join?”

“With the terminal glasses,” Gan Xiaoyang explained. “Once we start working, we can access the external network. Besides the virtual study room, there are lots of places we can go—the StarNet community is one of them.”

“I see…”

Ye Yumeng really hadn’t known that. Ever since he decided to focus on cultivation, he hadn’t used the glasses mode of the terminal at all, let alone during work hours.

“I’ll look into it later.”

He opened the staff group and saw everyone discussing it. He quickly popped in to sign up and noted down the event details.

Ye Yumeng was quite interested in the online gathering. Since he planned to stay at the sanatorium, it would be good to get to know his colleagues.

After returning to the dorm, Ye Yumeng washed up briefly. Then, remembering something, he opened his communicator and sent a message to Chen Limin.

They had added each other yesterday, but he had been transferred today without even saying hello.

If he wanted to go back to the activity center in the future, maintaining a good relationship was important.

Chen Limin: “Got it.”

The reply seemed somewhat cold. Just as Ye Yumeng was about to close the communicator, another message came.

Chen Limin: “Among those who came with you from the Xihe Federation, who are you closer to?”

Ye Yumeng blinked.

After a brief thought, he gave the names of Gan Xiaoyang and Mo Jingyun without much hesitation.

Uncle Chen was probably choosing new staff for the activity center.

Although he didn’t care about Gao Hui, if Chen picked them, it might be inconvenient for him to return later—being watched all the time wouldn’t feel good.

Chen Limin: “Alright, understood.”

Ye Yumeng didn’t say anything more, so as not to annoy him. Then he took out his notebook from the tungsten-steel storage box and briefly recorded the day’s observations.

He mainly updated Little Rabbit’s condition, along with what he had learned from Mo Yin about bloodline power.

This concept of bloodline power was unfamiliar to him, but special bloodline inheritances weren’t unheard of in the cultivation world, so it was relatively easy to understand.

[Bone-Regrowth and Flesh-Renewal Technique]

Ye Yumeng wrote down the name of the technique. If every patient here possessed bloodline power, would it interfere when using this technique on them?

He would have to find a way to verify it later.

After organizing his thoughts, he began his cultivation for the day.

At his current level, his spiritual energy still existed in gaseous form within his dantian—he tentatively called it strands of spiritual energy.

Ten strands were needed to cast one Minor Rejuvenation.

Based on his current capacity and natural recovery rate, he could cast it about 2.5 times a day—that is, a reserve of 20 strands, plus 5 recovered over time.

This was clearly far from sufficient—after all, he had at least thirty-five patients.

There hadn’t been any emergencies yet, but what if there were? Constantly depleting his energy without any reserves made him feel extremely insecure.

Although this world was much safer than the cultivation world, with patrol guards ensuring security, habits built over years were not easy to change.

Ye Yumeng always felt a sense of urgency.

So he had to improve his cultivation as quickly as possible!

Early the next morning, Ye Yumeng opened his eyes, full of energy.

After more than a month in this world, his adaptation allowed him to relax his mind and enter a state of unconscious cultivation.

In this state, even without sleep, his energy could be fully restored, and his cultivation efficiency improved.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual energy had become more condensed.

His capacity had increased to 23!

Ye Yumeng smiled and looked at the scallion sprout on the windowsill.

This scallion had been brought from the Xihe Federation. It was a four-season variety, and although it had been planted for at least three months, it still looked like a tender young shoot.

The original host thought it grew slowly because of poor care, but Ye Yumeng realized that wasn’t the case.

This scallion might actually be a spirit plant.

At first, discovering that it could release spiritual energy made him very excited—he thought perhaps all plants in this world could do so.

He then immersed himself in cultivation and didn’t verify the idea until he arrived at the medical planet and observed more plants in the sanatorium and public parks.

Not all plants could release spiritual energy. In fact, such plants were extremely rare.

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

If all plants released spiritual energy, the ambient energy density wouldn’t be so low.

Back in the Xihe Federation, he could barely sense any spiritual energy outdoors—likely due to the scarcity of such plants.

Ye Yumeng couldn’t help but wonder: if he could gather these spirit plants and cultivate them, would it speed up his cultivation?

Refining pills was also a core skill of a healer.

Of course, he currently lacked a furnace and proper fire… but he could also directly consume spirit plants and refine them with his technique.

Ye Yumeng stared at the scallion sprout for a while before withdrawing his gaze.

Better wait a bit longer.

If he could find more spirit plants and bring them back, he would try it then.

So, on his way to the core inpatient department, Ye Yumeng carefully observed his surroundings, noting down locations where he sensed fluctuations from spirit plants.

The lockdown at the Royal Sanatorium had not yet been lifted, so there was no way he could act for now.

Even after the lockdown was eventually lifted, if he wanted to dig up those spirit plants and bring them back to cultivate, he would still need a proper excuse…

Lost in thought, Ye Yumeng made his way to the top-floor ward.

“Ah Mo, morning.”

When he arrived, the mysterious guard was already in the room. He looked quite alert, so he probably hadn’t been on an overnight shift.

“Good day, Caregiver Ye.”

“How’s Little Rabbit today?”

Seeing that the little rabbit on the bed was awake, Ye Yumeng smiled slightly.

“Good morning, Little Rabbit.”

His voice softened noticeably, gentler and sweeter than when he spoke to Mo Yin.

Even though he knew he was coaxing a “child” and instinctively adopted that tone…

Lu Nanzhou didn’t mind in the slightest.

On the contrary, he had been looking forward to Ye Yumeng’s arrival since last night.

“Good morning.”

The mechanical voice responded calmly.

Hearing the reply, Ye Yumeng immediately sat down by the bed and said with a bright smile, “Little Rabbit is so well-behaved.”

Lu Nanzhou: “……”

He didn’t mind the way Ye Yumeng addressed him, nor did he dislike the way he spoke—but…

Mo Yin was still here.

Unable to move, he simply closed his eyes to avoid it.

Then that warm, gentle hand once again rested on his head, making him open his eyes again despite himself.

Ye Yumeng leaned in close, his bright, beautiful eyes filled with a smile.

“How are you feeling? Is there anything you’d like to do today…?” he asked softly. “Listen to music? Or I can tell you a story?”

As he spoke, Ye Yumeng quietly cast Minor Rejuvenation.

The little rabbit’s condition was much better than yesterday—no longer on the verge of death—so he only cast it once before stopping.

Lu Nanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly. The pain eased again, and he could feel vitality returning within him. He found himself deeply attached to this sensation.

But…

A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. Why was it that only when Ye Yumeng touched him did he feel this way?

“Tell a story,” Lu Nanzhou said casually. He liked listening to Ye Yumeng speak.

“Alright, let me find one.”

Ye Yumeng opened the terminal provided by the sanatorium and searched for a story suitable for children.

Mo Yin, standing nearby, watched their interaction. Several times he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to retreat into the corner, doing his best to minimize his presence.

I didn’t hear anything. I didn’t see anything. Please, Your Majesty, just pretend I’m not here!

Soon, Ye Yumeng found a suitable story. Clearing his throat, he began reading from the illustrated book.

Back in the cultivation world, he had always loved storybooks. Xueqiu couldn’t read, so he would hold it in his arms and read aloud by firelight, vividly bringing the stories to life through countless cold and difficult nights.

He was quite confident in his storytelling skills.

Lu Nanzhou, who had only made a casual choice and then fallen into thought, gradually found himself drawn in by Ye Yumeng’s voice.

Even a childish story became unusually captivating when told by him.

Even Mo Yin ended up listening attentively.

“In the end, the hunter let the little deer go…”

The gentle, clear voice echoed through the surveillance feed, making Lu Yuanqing—who had just returned to his room, exhausted, intending to check on the Emperor—blink in confusion.

“The Hunter and the Deer”?

He remembered hearing it as a child.

But the question was—

Why was such a childish story playing in his brother’s hospital room?

Had he logged into the wrong account?

Had his terminal been hacked?

Or had the stress finally driven him into a mental breakdown?

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