How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH34

Chapter 34

Top floor, core inpatient division.

Ye Yumeng had no idea about the little animals’ tangled feelings. When he returned to the top-floor ward, he saw three pots of spirit plants placed outside Room 005.

He picked up one of them and walked into the room.

After setting the spirit plant on the windowsill, he noticed that Director Lei Qi’s expression did not seem quite right. Had something happened to the little rabbit while he was away?

Lei Qi shook his head. “It’s nothing. Didn’t you say you had questions for me? Ask whatever you want.”

Ye Yumeng nodded. After carrying in the other two pots of spirit plants, he sat down beside him.

“I want to ask about the little rabbit’s condition over the past year…”

After asking in detail for quite a while, Ye Yumeng inevitably fell into thought.

Sure enough, just like he had guessed before, every time the little rabbit’s body improved to a certain degree, the flames inside him would go out of control.

And this strange demonic flame force actually burned the little rabbit’s blood essence.

That also led to the very low blood volume in his body, leaving him weak and frail. This was why Lei Qi and the others had previously resorted to coagulants.

As long as that flame force could not be brought under control, there was no real way to cure him. Even if his condition could be stabilized for a time, it would only relapse over and over again.

Until the little rabbit’s blood essence was completely exhausted, and he fell into decline and near-death again like before.

“I understand now. Thank you, Director Lei,” Ye Yumeng said.

Lei Qi shook his head. “It’s what I should do. I also sincerely hope he can recover soon.”

At this point, he could not help staring at Ye Yumeng and asking, “Doctor Ye, do you really have a way to cure him?”

Ye Yumeng’s expression turned solemn. “I can’t guarantee that. But maintaining his life… that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Lei Qi could not help feeling moved.

Even that alone was already remarkable.

To willingly take on such a huge responsibility in itself required immense courage and confidence!

“I’ll do my best to assist you. If you need anything, just say the word.”

“All right.”

Soon after, Lei Qi left to attend to his own work, while Ye Yumeng remained behind.

Only then did he notice that the little rabbit on the bed had at some point opened his eyes and was quietly watching him.

Ye Yumeng sat down by the bedside, stretching out his hand. His fingertips gently stroked the little rabbit’s head, his gaze full of tenderness.

“Don’t worry. I’ll think of a way.”

His gentle words were like a soft spring rain, soundlessly soothing the heart.

“You also need to hold onto a strong belief.”

Ye Yumeng said, “This flame force comes from your bloodline. It is your power. You have to become its master.”

Only if the little rabbit could awaken his own initiative would it be possible for him to break free from this cycle and seize a chance at life.

“I know this is a little hard for you right now.”

With the little rabbit’s physical condition, even breathing took effort. How much endurance and willpower would this require?

And he was only a cub, just a few years old. He had barely had a chance to enjoy the happiness of this world before having to endure all this. Just thinking about it made one’s heart ache.

Ye Yumeng encouraged him, “But don’t be afraid. I’ll help you. Please trust me.”

A long while later—

“All right.”

The emotionless mechanical voice sounded in the ward, yet it was enough to bring a smile to Ye Yumeng’s face.

He stroked the little rabbit’s head again, then cast Minor Rejuvenation Technique on him before beginning a new series of hand seals.

At last, his palm came to rest on the little rabbit’s abdomen.

Liver-Soothing and Spleen-Fortifying Art.

This technique required more spiritual power than the Digestive and Saliva-Generating Art, about two strands of spiritual energy. Its main purpose was to soothe the liver and strengthen the spleen and stomach.

If the little rabbit’s body were compared to a machine, then the wear and tear on that machine had already exceeded ninety percent.

Repairing the body was urgently necessary. Only a strong body could withstand that flame force, and only then would there be a way to control it.

The spleen was the source of the body’s power. If he wanted to repair the other organs, the power source was indispensable, so Ye Yumeng placed it first.

However, in beast form, the little rabbit’s bodily organs were different from a human’s. Whether the technique could achieve its intended effect, or whether it might instead produce side effects, all had to be considered.

Fortunately, this art did not trigger rejection from that flame force.

Ye Yumeng did not complete the spell in full, stopping at roughly one-third.

The human body was an exquisitely precise instrument. Affect one part, and the whole body was affected. Though his medical arts were gentler than medicine and easier to take effect, they could not be abused.

He intended first to observe the little rabbit’s reaction, then adjust and strengthen it gradually.

With the precision equipment of interstellar medicine, things could be observed far more accurately than by pulse-taking and qi-reading alone. And now, with Director Lei there to explain things to him, he no longer had to worry about not understanding what he saw.

By the time Ye Yumeng finished the treatment, the little rabbit on the bed had already drifted back into deep sleep.

That was a good sign. Whether one was recovering from injury or still growing, sufficient sleep was essential.

If no adverse reaction appeared, then the Liver-Soothing and Spleen-Fortifying Art could continue to be used.

Ye Yumeng withdrew his hand, then turned his gaze to the spirit plants placed in the corner.

Now that they were all arranged together, the difference was more obvious—the spiritual energy released by each plant carried subtly different colors.

The red-leaf lotus gave off a pale rosy-red. The green jade bamboo gave off a light green. There was also earthy yellow, pale blue, and deep indigo.

This was a trait different from spirit plants in the cultivation world.

Ye Yumeng still remembered that when both of his hands had been burned by the little rabbit’s flames, after absorbing the pale reddish spiritual energy from the red-leaf lotus, the pain had noticeably eased.

Could the red-leaf lotus heal the little rabbit’s burns? And could other spirit plants that also had healing properties for burns produce a similar effect?

Ye Yumeng looked back toward the little rabbit on the bed.

After thinking it over, he decided to hold off on trying it for the time being.

Let the little one grow a bit stronger first. And let him gradually adapt to the spiritual-energy environment, to see whether an increase in spiritual-energy concentration would trigger any reaction from that Mystic Flame.

Then his gaze fell again on the pot of green jade bamboo.

Now that he had animal hair, all he lacked to make a brush was a handle.

Since spirit plants were now plentiful, why not simply use the best materials and refine a brush that could serve as a spirit tool?

Of course, he still lacked the flames and cauldron needed for proper refinement.

Without ritual refinement, the spirit tool’s effect would definitely be somewhat weaker, but he was only planning to draw talismans with it, so the performance did not need to be especially exceptional.

At worst, he could gather the rest of the materials later and refine it properly then.

Having made up his mind, Ye Yumeng did not hurry to begin right away. Instead, he took out the cat fur he had obtained from Sheng Hao.

He carefully picked out hairs that were stiff enough, long enough, and slightly thicker, arranging them one by one in neat order on the worktable.

It was an extremely delicate job. By the time Mo Yin returned from his noon rest, Ye Yumeng was still at it.

The first thing Mo Yin did after finishing his rest and opening his eyes was to turn on the monitoring data recorder and check Lu Nanzhou’s condition.

Seeing that nothing unusual had happened while he was away, he let out a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he noticed Ye Yumeng making talismans and sorting fur, and could not help feeling puzzled.

“Doctor Ye, what are you doing? Do you need help?”

Hearing that, Ye Yumeng’s eyes instantly lit up, only to remember a moment later that Mo Yin was missing an arm…

“No need, I can do it myself,” he said. “I should be able to finish before the end of the shift.”

Mo Yin also noticed what Ye Yumeng had just realized. His eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly hid it again.

“You’re sorting this fur—does it have some use?”

“I want to make a writing brush.”

Mo Yin nodded. Although he felt it was somewhat unrelated to the task at hand, he also knew that when His Majesty was asleep, keeping watch in the ward could get boring.

And His Majesty had already said that Doctor Ye should be allowed to do whatever he wanted, and that any needs of his should be met as much as possible.

It was only a little handicraft during free time—His Majesty would certainly indulge it.

“These hairs… where did you collect them from?” Mo Yin asked casually.

Ye Yumeng hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully, “A patient’s family member gave them to me.”

Seeing Mo Yin look as though he wanted to say something, Ye Yumeng could not help asking, “Is there something inappropriate about them?”

Mo Yin both nodded and shook his head.

The fur in Doctor Ye’s hands was clearly not from ordinary animals.

He could sense the bloodline power contained in it. Though faint, the owner’s beast-blood rank was probably not low.

And in the Yaojin Empire, fur from beasts carrying bloodline power was generally not allowed to be sold, just like blood—it was strictly regulated.

So ordinary people were unlikely to be able to buy it through legal channels, and Ye Yumeng’s answer confirmed Mo Yin’s suspicions.

“As long as the owner gave permission, then there’s naturally no problem,” Mo Yin said. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Oh, okay. That’s a relief.”

Ye Yumeng looked carefully at the hairs he had sorted out.

Bloodline power?

He had not sensed demon qi from them, nor the aura of spirit beasts, but they did indeed feel somewhat more special than ordinary animal fur.

If used to make a spirit tool, would they have some special effect?

Ye Yumeng pondered curiously, and Mo Yin asked, “Do you need fur from other kinds of animals?”

At that, Ye Yumeng’s heart stirred.

Cat fur was only a middle-tier option for brush-making—though because of the bloodline power, he had not yet tested it, so he could not draw conclusions too quickly.

In his original world, the best brush hairs were naturally wolf hair and rabbit hair.

“Do you mean this kind, with bloodline power?” Ye Yumeng asked.

“If you want it.”

“Yes, yes! I want that kind—preferably yellow weasel tail hair…”

Wolf-hair brushes did not actually use the fur of real wolves, but the tail hair of yellow weasels. It was one of the most commonly used types of hair for brush-making.

“Marten fur would work too!”

Ye Yumeng thought of that little snow ferret, though it was still too young. Just like Shanshan, the fur of cubs probably was not suitable yet.

“You want fur from adult martens?” Mo Yin nodded. “Don’t worry, leave it to me.”

The Royal Sanatorium was heavily guarded, with many high-rank beast-blood warriors serving as security, so there was no need to go pluck the tail fur of that brat Bai Shuo.

With that, he went over to check on Lu Nanzhou. Seeing that he was still deeply asleep, he quietly left the room.

It was not until close to the time Ye Yumeng was supposed to go off shift that Mo Yin returned, calling him outside the ward.

Waiting outside with him was an unfamiliar man.

He wore a caregiver’s uniform, looked about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, roughly the same age as Mo Yin, and even had a similar air about him.

“Doctor Ye, this is He Jun. He is the life assistant your employer arranged for you. From now on, if you need anything, you can assign him to do it.”

Ye Yumeng froze. “A life assistant?”

“Yes, Doctor Ye,” He Jun said on his own initiative. “From now on, if you need anything handled or any errands run, you can order me to do it.”

Ye Yumeng felt that the way He Jun was looking at him seemed a little too respectful, even tinged with a kind of fervent excitement that left him baffled.

At that moment, He Jun took several sleek, glossy bunches of fur from his backpack and held them out with both hands in front of Ye Yumeng.

“Take a look—will these do?”

Unlike the clump Sheng Hao had given him, these bunches had all been carefully combed into order and tied neatly with fine cord.

Ye Yumeng’s eyes lit up. “Yes, yes, they’ll do!”

These were already in a state where they could be used directly!

He Jun handed over the collected bunches of fur to him, his attitude so humble and respectful that it went slightly beyond normal.

Ye Yumeng found it odd, so after taking the fur, he pulled Mo Yin back into the ward with him. He Jun remained at the door on his own, keeping watch, though when he looked into the ward, his eyes shone with startling intensity.

Once the metal door closed, Ye Yumeng asked quietly, “Ah Mo, why do I feel like this He Jun is a little strange?”

“……”

Mo Yin stiffened.

He Jun was naturally not just some life assistant—his main job was to act as Ye Yumeng’s bodyguard.

But as a soldier of the Yaojin Empire, once he learned that the one lying in the ward was the emperor he revered most, and that Doctor Ye was His Majesty’s attending physician, some overreaction was only natural.

Seeing that it had aroused Ye Yumeng’s suspicion, Mo Yin quickly made up an excuse.

“He hasn’t passed his probation yet, so he’s working especially hard.”

Ye Yumeng immediately understood.

That, at least, was easy to relate to. Before this, when they Xihe caregivers had not yet officially started work, they too had all been trying desperately hard to perform well.

A job at the Royal Sanatorium really was excellent. Wanting to stay was perfectly understandable.

“So that’s it.” Ye Yumeng nodded.

“I’ll speak to him about it,” Mo Yin said. “Don’t mind it. If you don’t like him, he can be replaced.”

“No, no, no.”

Ye Yumeng waved both hands quickly. “He’s quite good. Just look at how well he arranged the brush hairs for me. He’s clearly a very careful person.”

There was no way he wanted one careless remark from himself to make someone lose his job!

Mo Yin also let out a quiet breath of relief.

At that moment, he noticed a steaming hot bowl of porridge placed beside the bed.

“Are you eating?” he asked.

Medical staff were technically not supposed to eat inside the ward…

But Ye Yumeng said, “No, this is for the little rabbit.”

At noon, he had gone out for a trip and had originally meant to find something easily digestible in the cafeteria and reprocess it a little. To his surprise, he discovered—

Today, the porridge in the premium ingredient section had been made with spirit rice!

Grains were the most nourishing thing for the body. What could be more suitable for the little rabbit’s fragile digestive system than porridge cooked from spirit rice?

Mo Yin hesitated. “The young master can eat normal food now?”

“In theory, no. But doesn’t he have me?”

Buoyed by the example of the little snow ferret, Ye Yumeng had confidence.

“Use it or lose it. If he depends on nutrient fluid for too long, the body’s functions will deteriorate.”

“And this kind of rice porridge is already soft enough by itself.”

Ye Yumeng said, “I plan to start little by little, beginning with things that are easy to digest, and gradually let the little rabbit adapt.”

Even after listening to his explanation, Mo Yin still could not help feeling hesitant.

But considering that Ye Yumeng was already His Majesty’s attending physician now, whether the results were good or bad, he had to be allowed to try.

In the end, he could only say, “I understand.”

Ye Yumeng nodded. He first put away the bunches of brush hairs. Then, once the porridge had cooled enough, he took out a syringe with the needle removed.

In the little rabbit’s condition, there was obviously no way he could eat normally. Tools would have to be used to feed him.

While they had been talking, Lu Nanzhou had already awakened.

When he saw Ye Yumeng come to the bedside, he forced himself through the sharp pain, straining to lift his head. In the end, he managed only a tiny bit of height.

Before his body could slump back down, Ye Yumeng’s palm had already slipped under the back of his head, steadily supporting him.

The pain wracking his body made Lu Nanzhou tremble uncontrollably.

He endured it, exerting every ounce of self-control, and finally leaned slowly into Ye Yumeng’s palm.

Lifting his eyes slightly, Ye Yumeng’s pretty face came into his view.

“The little rabbit is amazing,” the young man said to him with a smile.

“……”

What exactly was there about him that deserved such praise?

Lu Nanzhou mocked himself inwardly. Yet as he looked at Ye Yumeng’s gentle smile, the frustration and gloom in his heart still eased considerably.

Ye Yumeng held the little rabbit in one hand and turned to look at Mo Yin.

Understanding immediately, Mo Yin picked up the large syringe already filled with rice porridge and handed it over to him.

Ye Yumeng cradled the little rabbit with one hand and held the syringe with the other, then slowly squeezed out the porridge a little at a time.

The porridge, still carrying a hint of warmth, was thick and let off a faint, enticing fragrance.

A body that had gone nearly a year without eating normal food naturally began producing saliva when it caught that scent.

But Lu Nanzhou did not open his mouth.

He lifted his eyes and glanced at Mo Yin.

Mo Yin paused in surprise, then quickly turned aside, averting the gaze he had fixed on them without blinking.

Ye Yumeng stopped for a moment when he noticed the reaction.

Could it be that the little rabbit was shy?

He looked into the little rabbit’s eyes. Under the light, those golden irises reflected a faint gleam.

Yes, the little rabbit’s eyes were not the more common red or black, but pale gold.

Every time Ye Yumeng saw them, he could not help picturing a cute little boy with golden hair and golden eyes.

Of course, he also knew that this image might not be accurate—

After all, little Shan Lan had blue hair and blue eyes, but his beast form was a calico long-haired cat, and only one of the fur colors even belonged to the blue family.

Sadly, though the little rabbit’s eyes were beautiful in color, they lacked any lively spark.

Most of the time, his gaze was empty, and that always made Ye Yumeng ache for him.

At this moment, Ye Yumeng did not urge him. He simply looked at him encouragingly.

“……”

Under his gaze, Lu Nanzhou finally cooperated and opened his mouth, trying hard to stick out his tongue.

Ye Yumeng blinked.

For all that the little rabbit’s body was scorched black all over, who would have guessed his tongue was soft and pink?

As it moved in and out from his mouth, licking up the porridge squeezed from the syringe—although it was obvious the little rabbit was eating with great difficulty—but, but…

It was just too cute!

Although he had once raised a spirit rabbit, Ye Yumeng had never watched Xueqiu drink water or eat from this angle.

He could not help imagining what the little rabbit would look like once he recovered, when he was fluffy again, sticking out that soft pink tongue to lap up water or food like this…

Wow. He would definitely be even cuter!

“……”

Lu Nanzhou forced himself to ignore the increasingly strange light in Ye Yumeng’s eyes and worked hard on licking up the rice porridge.

He could not taste what it was.

That was not what mattered. What mattered was that—just as Ye Yumeng had said—he had to seize back control of his body.

And taking in food by his own will was the very first step.

As the porridge slid down his esophagus, a powerful discomfort hit him, making what should have been a simple act unbearably hard.

Ye Yumeng also noticed that after eating about a spoonful’s worth, the little rabbit’s eating slowed drastically.

His breathing grew rapid, and clear signs of discomfort appeared.

Ye Yumeng immediately withdrew the syringe and handed it to Mo Yin, then carefully lowered the little rabbit back onto the bed so he could lie down properly.

After that, he began another set of hand seals.

Digestive and Saliva-Generating Art!

His palm came to rest on the little rabbit’s abdomen, and gentle mana flowed into his body, helping his fragile stomach and intestines digest the food.

At the same time, it guided the spiritual energy contained in the spirit-rice porridge to release itself, nourishing the little rabbit’s internal organs.

Lu Nanzhou kept his eyes tightly shut. He could feel a soft force being transmitted from Ye Yumeng’s palm, slowly circulating through his body.

The pain and discomfort brought by eating were fading away.

He could feel his broken body being nourished and repaired.

This sensation, which he had never experienced before, was extraordinarily strange.

Compared to that previous warmth which could ease his pain, this softer force seemed even more favored by his body.

It was as if every cell in his body was screaming and clamoring, yearning for more!

Yet the force lasted only a bit more than ten seconds before disappearing without a trace, so quickly it almost felt like an illusion.

Lu Nanzhou stared blankly at Ye Yumeng.

At this moment, Ye Yumeng had already withdrawn his mana and lifted his hand from his abdomen.

Though the time had been short, after only one spoonful of spirit-rice porridge, getting this kind of effect was already very good.

He was just about to stop when the mechanical voice spoke.

“Continue.”

Ye Yumeng lowered his head in surprise, only to meet the little rabbit’s bright, intent eyes.

Honestly, since coming to the little rabbit’s side, this was the first time he had ever seen his eyes shine this much.

Those dead, quiet eyes had finally gained a glimmer of life.

Ye Yumeng felt some corner of his heart soften completely.

“All right, then let’s eat a little more.”

He took the syringe back from Mo Yin and continued feeding the little rabbit the spirit-rice porridge.

This time, no encouragement was needed. The little rabbit immediately worked hard to stick out his tongue and lick up the porridge.

The porridge, which had originally had little taste, even seemed to become sweet.

The discomfort from eating remained just as strong—the pulling of the muscles, the swallowing and pushing down of food…

His body trembled uncontrollably with the pain, sweat seeping out. Yet none of it was enough to stop him.

Faster, just a little faster…

“Slowly, don’t rush.”

Ye Yumeng soothed him softly, controlling the pace of the feeding.

After about another spoonful and a half, Ye Yumeng took the syringe away and once again cast the Digestive and Saliva-Generating Art.

The little rabbit lay weakly on the bed, as though completely drained. Even something as simple as eating required all of his strength.

Fortunately, the effort was rewarded.

Lu Nanzhou once again felt that force, that force repairing his ruined body. It had not been an illusion.

“Again.”

When Ye Yumeng stopped, he could not wait to speak.

Ye Yumeng paused, his brows drawing together faintly.

Perhaps sensing his hesitation, the little rabbit’s gaze toward him somehow took on a trace of pitiful pleading, almost as if begging.

Ye Yumeng surrendered at once.

He took the syringe from Mo Yin again and continued feeding the little rabbit the spirit-rice porridge.

Only after the third round did Lu Nanzhou still want to go on, but this time Ye Yumeng refused and finally stopped completely.

“Too much at once is no good.”

Ye Yumeng explained to him patiently, “The amount has to increase little by little, or it’ll backfire. That’s enough for today.”

He took some damp cotton and gently wiped away the porridge and rice paste that had stuck around the little rabbit’s mouth.

“Don’t worry. You’ll definitely get better day by day. We’ll take it slowly.”

The young man’s voice was clear and warm, like mountain spring water flowing gently over green stone, unhurried and steady.

Listening to it, every trace of impatience and urgency gradually settled down.

Lu Nanzhou looked at him. In the end, he closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the intense longing in his heart.

The mechanical voice sounded.

“All right. I’ll listen to you.”

Ye Yumeng smiled and rubbed his head. “The little rabbit is so good.”

Mo Yin, who had witnessed everything from the side: “……”

Lei Qi, who had noticed the situation and hurried over midway through: “……”

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