How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH36

Chapter 36

Looking at the little mountain sparrow, Ye Yumeng could not help smiling.

Because of little Shan Lan’s case, he knew that the survival instinct of these “fairies” would drive them toward whatever was beneficial to them.

So he simply layered a Minor Rejuvenation Technique over his palm, then held out his hand toward the little mountain sparrow.

And the little fellow really was clever. It had already flown a short distance away, but then it turned in midair, circled back, and landed on his palm.

Perhaps because the continuously released Minor Rejuvenation Technique truly made it feel comfortable, the little mountain sparrow soon closed its eyes again and started dozing off.

Seeing this, both the doctor and the caregiver let out sighs of relief.

Whoosh—

Just then, a hovercar sped over and stopped not far from them. Immediately afterward, a man in a sharp suit opened the door and got out.

“My Chaocao has been found?”

He strode over in great haste. His hair was messy, making him look a little disheveled, and his face was full of alarm.

“Mr. Du, he’s over here.”

At a glance, Du Zhenghang spotted the little mountain sparrow curled up in Ye Yumeng’s hand.

Joy appeared on his face, but then he noticed the sparrow’s closed eyes and worriedly asked, “What happened to Chaocao?”

“He’s just asleep,” Ye Yumeng said. “But it’s best to take him for a checkup. His claw was cut by a fishing line, and I only did a simple bandage.”

“All right, thank you!”

So Du Zhenghang carefully gathered the little mountain sparrow into his hands.

Suddenly being moved startled the little sparrow awake for a moment. But once he saw Du Zhenghang, he closed his eyes again and went right back to sleeping at ease.

“Then we’ll head in first!”

That caregiver glanced at Ye Yumeng’s and He Jun’s name tags, memorized their names, and then hurried off with the doctor into the core inpatient division.

Watching them leave, Ye Yumeng did not follow. Instead, he called out to He Jun, who had helped carry the spring water and soil, and turned to board the hovercar back to the dorms.

A layer of sickly qi clung to the little mountain sparrow. As for what illness it was exactly, Ye Yumeng could not judge right away.

Although he was curious, he knew his own abilities were limited, and for now the little rabbit still had to come first.

By the time he reached the dorm entrance, He Jun’s teammate had already sent him the results.

Ye Yumeng really had not seen wrong. Le Fu had indeed been bitten by a rare poisonous insect. This kind of insect usually lived in mountain forests, and its venom was not very strong.

But because Le Fu had been bitten on the neck, if treatment had not been started in time, there was a real risk of complete paralysis.

After hearing the result, He Jun broke into a cold sweat.

Luckily, they had listened to Ye Yumeng and immediately brought the boy back for examination.

“Le Fu is already receiving treatment,” He Jun said. “Doctor Ye, this time it’s all thanks to you! They said the emergency treatment you gave Le Fu was very effective!”

Doctor Ye was young, yet his medical skill was already this brilliant. Under his treatment, His Majesty would surely be able to escape danger too!

There it was again, that look—respectful to the point of near fanatical fervor!

Ye Yumeng felt his scalp go numb.

He called over a robot to help carry the things, then waved He Jun off. “I’m heading back to the dorm. You should hurry and get some rest too.”

After saying that, Ye Yumeng turned and went straight into the dorm building without another glance back.

What he did not know was that He Jun did not leave. The guard assigned to him was not only He Jun—aside from Le Fu and one other person who were absent, the rest were all hidden around the dorm building.

Back in his dorm room, Ye Yumeng had Wugang fetch several containers for him.

He portioned out the spring water into the containers, then took out the brush hairs he had collected and sorted during the day, soaking them separately in the spring water.

This step was mainly to remove the grease from the hairs. Of course, if he were making a spirit tool, it was not nearly that simple.

Ye Yumeng cast another spell.

Spirit-Moistening and Treasure-Nurturing Art.

As the faint spiritual glow lit up, the spiritual power in Ye Yumeng’s body quickly drained nearly dry.

This was a spell commonly used by refiners. It allowed spirit tool materials to absorb the qi of heaven and earth, receive nourishment and cultivation, and improve their innate spirituality, thus reaching a higher quality.

It worked even better when paired with spirit spring water. If there was none, spring water containing the qi of heaven and earth could serve as a substitute.

Watching the submerged brush hairs gradually become translucent, Ye Yumeng withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

Soaking them overnight should be about enough.

Then he opened his bag and took out the plant he had dug up on the dwarf hill.

This plant looked somewhat like golden hairpin grass. It could be used medicinally, and since it was also a spirit plant, Ye Yumeng had dug it up and brought it back.

Then Ye Yumeng looked at the little scallion sprout on the windowsill. Its condition was better than before, but from the perspective of the Qi-Reading Art, it was still somewhat malnourished.

He transplanted the dandelion, then replanted the little scallion sprout into a new pot, filling it with the fresh soil he had dug up and finally watering it with a little spring water.

The scallion shoot, which had still looked somewhat droopy, slowly straightened out.

Ye Yumeng could almost hear it let out a sigh of comfort, and he could not help feeling a bit guilty.

This spirit scallion really had suffered following him around. He was busy every day and had hardly had any time to look after it properly.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Yumeng went to wash his hands, then dialed a communicator number.

He contacted Shi Yichun, asking if he could entrust the little scallion sprout to him for care.

When Shi Yichun saw the scallion sprout planted in a flowerpot, its leaves all plucked bare, the corner of his mouth twitched.

But in the end, he did not refuse just because it was a scallion sprout.

“That’s fine. Bring it over to me tomorrow. By the way, how are the red-leaf lotus and green jade bamboo from before?”

“They’re doing well, very well.”

Ye Yumeng felt even guiltier, because tomorrow he planned to take the green jade bamboo to refine into a spirit tool.

“Can I bring it to the fifth floor of the core inpatient division tomorrow?” he asked, pointing at the little spirit scallion.

Shi Yichun paused.

“You…” He looked Ye Yumeng up and down, his eyes full of probing curiosity.

“I heard it from a colleague,” Ye Yumeng explained. “I saw little Hanyu before while on duty in the activity room, and I wanted to go visit her.”

Hanyu was the little lamb’s name—Shi Yichun’s daughter.

Gan Xiaoyang had mentioned before that little Hanyu was staying in the ward next to his duty room, and that he had seen this gardener there.

Shi Yichun’s gaze flickered slightly. After a moment he finally asked, “Do you have permission to go to the fifth floor?”

“I do.”

“Mm. Come if you want.”

Shi Yichun nodded, showing no interest in chatting any further. Once he had confirmed Ye Yumeng had no other questions, he ended the call.

Ye Yumeng could not help wondering what little Hanyu’s illness was like.

But he quickly put the thought aside, ate, washed up, and began today’s cultivation.

Late at night.

The black-haired young man seated cross-legged on the bed gently opened his eyes.

Sensing the abundant spiritual power within his body, Ye Yumeng let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on his lips.

After fully refining and absorbing all the spirit plants and spirit rice he had eaten today, his cultivation speed had increased dramatically. Not only had all his spiritual power been restored, but even his spiritual energy capacity…

had increased by another five!

At this rate, it probably would not take too long to cultivate the Nine-Turn Spiritual Pivot Scripture to full completion of the second layer.

Back then, when he had served the old medical cultivator diligently for three full years, the old man had only then agreed to pass on the technique to him.

He had started cultivating at age ten. It had taken him three years just to reach full completion of the first layer, and then another five years to reach full completion of the second layer…

With progress like this now, it truly was something he would not even have dared dream of in the past!

Ye Yumeng grinned to himself, got up to check the hairs soaking in the spring water, saw that they were in good condition, and then sat back down at the bedside.

It was only about three in the morning now. What should he do?

His eyes drifted toward the virtual holosim pod in the corner of the room. Thinking of the virtual full-hologram version of the health Qi-Exercise he still had not recorded, he got up and walked over.

Following the instructions, he lay down inside the pod and first completed the registration verification. Then he closed his eyes and activated the machine, and his consciousness entered a certain room.

[Welcome to virtual space]

[This is your personal space, created exclusively for you. Here you may rest, entertain yourself, study…]

It was somewhat similar to the virtual study room from before. The difference was that personal space had a great deal of customization and could be completely designed by the user—

Of course, anything beyond the basic setup cost money.

And also…

“It feels so real.” Ye Yumeng looked at his own hands, curiously touched his face, then ran and jumped around inside the personal space.

Compared to wearing virtual goggles, the virtual holosim pod really did feel much more real.

Even though he had already prepared himself mentally, for a moment Ye Yumeng still found it difficult to tell whether this place was virtual or real.

Once the initial novelty wore off, however, his sense of danger took over.

This felt far too much like an illusion realm!

In the cultivation world, nine out of ten illusion realms were traps. As soon as that thought occurred to him, Ye Yumeng’s scalp tingled.

[Dear user, the virtual holosim pod has detected that your heart rate is too high. If it exceeds the critical threshold, a forced logout will be initiated and the nearest hospital will be contacted.]

Ye Yumeng froze, then quickly took several deep breaths and slowly calmed himself down. This was not the cultivation world. He should not let old patterns of thinking trap him.

Then he began figuring out how to record holographic footage.

[Holographic recording mode has been activated for you. Please operate through the recording panel.]

Ye Yumeng selected selfie mode, then gathered his thoughts, adjusted his breathing, and performed a full round of health Qi-Exercise in his personal space.

Once he completed the exercise, he carefully sensed the results and could not help raising a brow.

Even though this virtual space was fake, practicing here still had some effect.

Ye Yumeng immediately exited the virtual space.

Lying in the holosim pod, he carefully sensed himself again and found that this was not his imagination.

Although the effect was far worse than actually practicing with his real body in reality, it really did have some effect.

If accumulated over a long time, perhaps quantity could lead to qualitative change?

Ye Yumeng stroked his chin, finding the discovery very interesting indeed!

If that was the case, then perhaps health Qi-Exercise could be promoted to people with limited mobility? That way, even if they remained lying down, they could still strengthen their constitutions.

Of course, that would only work if those people could enter a virtual holosim pod to practice.

Ye Yumeng pondered this, but in the end shook his head.

How to make other people believe in the effectiveness of health Qi-Exercise was still a problem. For now, there was no need to think that far ahead.

He sat up in the holosim pod and looked at the dim night outside, thinking about what to do next.

In the end, Ye Yumeng returned to the bed, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Although he did not need sleep to remain energetic as long as he cultivated, sleeping was still an extremely pleasant thing.

This world was safe, and his living conditions had improved now. A little laziness once in a while should be fine, right?

Time passed, second by second.

The moonlight slowly withdrew from the room like a receding tide, while the darkness seeping in beneath the door was gradually replaced by bright morning light.

Half-asleep, Ye Yumeng turned over.

He curled onto his side, arms wrapped around the blanket, his cheek sunk into its soft folds, leaving only half of his fair little face exposed.

Suddenly, a muffled murmur came from beneath the blanket.

“Lu Qi…”

The robot dog squatting in the corner charging lifted its head to glance at him. When it realized he was not calling for it, it turned away again.

But what it did not see was that a faint glow, invisible to ordinary people, lit up around Ye Yumeng’s body.

As the glow brightened and then dimmed, the tall, upright phantom of a golden-haired man slowly appeared in the room.

Lu Nanzhou stood beside the bed, looking down at the sleeping young man. Then he swept his gaze around the dorm room, now somewhat familiar to him, and could not help raising a brow in surprise.

“Mmm… Lu Qi…”

At that moment, the young man’s soft, sleepy murmur sounded again in the room.

Something stirred in Lu Nanzhou’s heart. His gaze fell once more on sleeping Ye Yumeng.

As that murmur escaped him, Ye Yumeng shifted his head slightly, revealing more than half his face from the blanket.

The morning light fell across his face, making his fine, pale skin appear even more translucent. His lips, slightly squished from the way they rested against the bedding, were faintly pouted and carried a healthy, rosy sheen…

Lu Nanzhou’s gaze lingered on his lips for several seconds before slowly shifting away.

Only then did he understand what had happened, and the corners of his mouth curved up into a faint smile.

Had Ye Yumeng summoned him in a dream?

But he remembered that Ye Yumeng had once said this ability could only be used once every seven days. Why had it happened ahead of time this time?

He looked down at the sleeping young man, unable to resist extending a hand—yet just before his palm reached Ye Yumeng’s hair, he pulled it back with restraint.

At that moment, Ye Yumeng seemed to sense something. His lashes trembled as he opened his eyes.

When he saw Lu Nanzhou leaning over him, he stared blankly for a moment. Then a flush spread visibly across his fair face, and a trace of embarrassed annoyance entered his expression.

“Lu Qi, why are you not wearing clothes again…” he complained.

Lu Nanzhou let out a faint laugh. Just as he was about to gather clothing with spiritual power, he saw Ye Yumeng’s slim, pale hand reach out.

“So big…”

Ye Yumeng mumbled groggily. His fingers curled, as if he wanted to pinch, but Lu Nanzhou was in spirit form, transparent and unreal, so naturally he grabbed nothing but air.

Unhappy, Ye Yumeng puffed his cheeks, then closed his eyes again, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Lu Nanzhou: “……”

He stared at Ye Yumeng’s back, originally intending to say something. But then he stopped.

Ye Yumeng lay on his side with his back to him. The pajamas he had worn for over a year hung loosely, and with that unconscious movement, the collar had slipped down, exposing a stretch of pale, almost dazzling back.

His skin was very fair, as delicate as a newborn’s, like warm jade of the finest quality, making one want to rub it with one’s fingertips.

With each breath, the line of his spine rose and fell faintly. Its graceful curve cast a shadow trailing downward until it disappeared beneath the thin cloth.

Below the faintly visible line of his waist, Ye Yumeng’s pajama bottoms had slipped down slightly too, and the elegant hollow of his lower back could just barely be seen…

Lu Nanzhou stared fixedly at the sight.

It was not until the chirping of a few birds sounded from outside the window that he snapped out of it.

His fingers twitched slightly. In the end, however, he turned his gaze away, and after a moment lowered his head and used spiritual power to form a completely new set of elaborate robes for himself.

“Mmm…”

On the bed, Ye Yumeng gave another uncomfortable little sound.

He must have felt cold in his sleep. Ye Yumeng hugged the blanket tighter, even drawing up the leg draped over it more snugly.

But nearly his whole body was still exposed outside the blanket—how could he possibly get warm like that?

When Lu Nanzhou saw this, he instinctively raised both hands. But the moment he became aware of his own action, and what exactly he had intended to do, surprise and confusion flashed across his face.

He had actually wanted to hold Ye Yumeng.

And not only that—it had felt as natural as though he had done it countless times before.

But such an action would clearly be far too abrupt and offensive.

Lu Nanzhou shook his head, and his gaze fell on the blanket folded at the foot of the bed.

On the bed.

In truth, when he curled up like that, Ye Yumeng had already been half-awakened by the cold. He just had not moved, because…

He had thought of Xueqiu.

Back in the hardest days of his childhood, he had always slept holding Xueqiu for warmth. Once Xueqiu got a little bigger and mastered the ability to grow or shrink, it changed to Xueqiu holding him instead.

Xueqiu’s body could grow larger than an adult’s. Skinny as he had been, if Xueqiu held him, he could bury himself completely in that soft, dense fur.

Soft and warm—there was no more comfortable bed in the world.

From that time on, Ye Yumeng had never had to worry about the cold of winter nights again, and naturally developed the bad habit of not covering himself properly with blankets.

Until later, when Xueqiu left him forever. After that, he slept less and less, and the bad habit was never corrected…

Then, a soft blanket settled lightly over his shoulders, interrupting those painful memories.

Ye Yumeng froze. Holding onto the blanket, he turned over and sat up, looking warily toward the edge of the bed.

When he saw Lu Nanzhou clearly, the alertness in his eyes gradually eased.

Ye Yumeng stared blankly, as though still unable to fully make sense of the situation.

But the sight of him clutching the blanket, clothes rumpled, hair messy, and eyes reddened and shiny with tears—Lu Nanzhou saw it all.

He looked steadily at Ye Yumeng. After a moment of silence, he finally asked in a low voice, “Why are you crying?”

Ye Yumeng came back to himself and quickly wiped at the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand. Then he leaned forward and looked Lu Nanzhou over carefully.

“Lu Qi? Why are you here?”

“Am I dreaming?”

As he spoke, Ye Yumeng reached down to pinch his own thigh. But before he could, his hand stopped midair, as though someone had caught hold of it.

“Huh?”

He tried to push downward, but his hand remained firmly restrained.

Ye Yumeng could not help looking at Lu Nanzhou. “Is this your spiritual power?”

Lu Nanzhou nodded and at the same time released his grip on him.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I was only going to pinch myself once. It’s not like I’d really hurt myself…”

Ye Yumeng muttered, but a joyful smile still flickered in his eyes. The sudden surprise had already pushed the earlier sadness out of his mind.

But…

If Lu Qi wasn’t a dream, then what he had done to him in that dream just now…

(//o///o//)

He sneaked a glance at Lu Nanzhou. Seeing that his expression looked normal, he quietly let out a sigh of relief and settled his raised heart back down.

“So why are you here?”

Ye Yumeng asked, his body unconsciously leaning toward him. “I thought there were still a few days before I could use the summoning spell again…”

He suddenly stopped.

Because Ye Yumeng realized that the spiritual power that had been completely full before sleep had now somehow been cut in half!

“Looks like you’ve already realized what the problem is?” Lu Nanzhou looked at him, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Ye Yumeng looked up at that smile, a little dazed, and nodded.

“I think… I accidentally used it…”

“And how exactly did you accidentally use it?”

“I… I…” Looking at the deepening smile in Lu Nanzhou’s emerald eyes, Ye Yumeng’s head, so dazed by his beauty, finally recovered a trace of clarity.

What one thinks about by day one dreams of at night. He had dreamed of Lu Qi while sleeping, and accidentally summoned him over!

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Quick, dig him a hole so he could crawl into it!

“Mm?”

Under the teasing smile in Lu Nanzhou’s deep green eyes, Ye Yumeng’s fingers tightened around the blanket. In the end, he simply gave up and blurted it out.

“B-because I wanted to see you, and in the dream I accidentally used the spirit summoning art and summoned you here.”

Before, using the summoning art had been a natural ability of the body itself, and it could only be used once every seven days.

Who would have guessed that in his dream, he would unconsciously spend spiritual power and use the summoning art? Was it because his spiritual power reserve had increased now?

If he could use spiritual power to summon him, then didn’t that mean that anytime he wanted to see Lu Qi, he could?

Seeing Ye Yumeng’s embarrassment gradually fade, replaced by frank intimacy and joy, Lu Nanzhou’s smile slowly receded instead.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked. “Why?”

“I wanted to share good news with you.”

Ye Yumeng was no longer shy now. “I took your advice and found the patient’s family… and now I’ve become the little rabbit’s attending physician!”

He told him one by one how he had gotten the chance for the assessment, how he had carried it out, and all the benefits he had received after passing.

“And the little rabbit’s family even sent seven people to protect me!”

Lu Nanzhou listened quietly.

Although he already knew all of this—in fact, he knew even more details than the person involved—it still felt different hearing Ye Yumeng tell it in his own words.

Especially when he looked at the animation in Ye Yumeng’s face and brows, his own gaze softened without realizing it.

“Oh, right. Thank you for the virtual holosim pod you gave me!”

Ye Yumeng grinned. “When I start making money in the future, I’ll buy you one too. There’ll definitely be a newer model by then.”

“No need.” Lu Nanzhou shook his head. “You saved my life. This was repayment.”

At those words, however, Ye Yumeng frowned, and the smile vanished from his face.

He studied Lu Nanzhou.

Seeing that his expression was serious and showed no sign of joking, Ye Yumeng pressed his lips together. In the end he only gave an “oh,” withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and got up to change clothes.

Lu Nanzhou blinked.

Since childhood he had always been surrounded by stars and moonlight, and after becoming the true ruler of the Yaojin Empire, no one had ever dared show him attitude.

Of course, at this moment he was not angry. He simply looked at Ye Yumeng in confusion.

Had there been something wrong with his answer just now? Lu Nanzhou tried to guess what had suddenly upset him.

Was it because he had refused the return gift?

Ye Yumeng had saved his life several times. As long as it was something Ye Yumeng needed, Lu Nanzhou wanted to give it to him.

The things he himself would give were only going to become more and more valuable. If he accepted a return gift each time, wouldn’t that just increase the burden on Ye Yumeng?

Lu Nanzhou was rarely this uncertain, and he had never before reflected on an offhand line he had spoken.

Yet after a long moment of contemplation and hesitation, he finally fell silent.

There had been nothing wrong with what he said just now.

That was the conclusion he reached.

Ye Yumeng snuck another glance at him and, seeing him like that, could not help pouting before taking his clothes into the bathroom.

Watching his angry little retreating back, Lu Nanzhou’s brows knitted together. He wanted to call him, but did not know what to say.

By the time Ye Yumeng came out of the bathroom, however, his expression had already returned to normal.

“I need to go to work now…”

He got that far, then suddenly realized something.

“Are you afraid of sunlight?”

He looked at Lu Nanzhou. In the cultivation world, ghosts generally could not endure direct sunlight.

If Lu Nanzhou feared sunlight, then before he returned to his body, Ye Yumeng would not be able to leave the dorm.

Because the distance between them could not exceed one hundred meters.

Lu Nanzhou did not answer. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the window. When the window swung open, a shaft of sunlight shot straight into the room.

He moved closer to the beam and reached a hand into it.

He moved too quickly—Ye Yumeng had no chance to stop him.

Watching in horror as his hand touched the sunlight, Ye Yumeng ran over at once, ready to cast Minor Rejuvenation Technique and treat him at any second.

Fortunately, Lu Nanzhou was not burned by the sunlight.

His hand remained in that glaring beam, and nothing at all happened.

Lu Nanzhou turned to look at Ye Yumeng, noticing his urgency and concern. Something stirred in his heart, and in a soft voice he asked, “You’re… not angry anymore?”

“I wasn’t angry to begin with.”

Really? Lu Nanzhou looked at him doubtfully.

Ye Yumeng was still lowering his head to inspect his hand. Only after confirming that he truly wasn’t afraid of sunlight did he let out a breath of relief.

“That was way too reckless, wasn’t it?”

He said with lingering fright, “Ordinary ghosts would be scattered to nothing if they were burned by sunlight. You scared me to death!”

Lu Nanzhou quietly listened to Ye Yumeng’s complaints and scolding.

He had always acted with his own sense of measure, and as someone wielding real imperial power, he was long used to having the final word. Yet now, he discovered that he seemed unable to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Turning his head away, he said in a low voice, “Mm. I didn’t think it through.”

Ye Yumeng gave a soft little huff.

That brief sound, light and soft, still carrying the faint nasality of someone just woken from sleep, struck Lu Nanzhou’s ears with a strange force.

Cute.

For the first time in his life, Lu Nanzhou thought to use that word to describe someone.

And what was more, he was using it for another man.

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