How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH72

Chapter 72

Lu Nanzhou stared blankly at the ceiling. It was only after a long while that his rapid breathing gradually calmed.

It seemed he had dreamed again—a dream he had apparently had many times before…

Yet he could not remember the scene from the dream. He only remembered someone holding him and crying, and a voice filled with heartrending anguish calling out…

Xueqiu?

Was that a name?

Lu Nanzhou frowned, trying to recall it, but his mind was completely blank. He could not think of any more details, nor could he remember whether he had ever heard that name before.

Until…

A quiet sobbing sound came from beside him.

Lu Nanzhou froze. He turned his head toward the side of his bed, and what he saw made him completely forget that strange dream.

In the dim light, he saw Ye Yumeng, who had fallen asleep by his bedside. He did not know what kind of nightmare the young man was having, but he was making tiny crying sounds, and crystal-clear tears were sliding down his cheeks.

Why was he crying?

Had he dreamed about the rabbit he used to keep again?

No. Lu Nanzhou shook his head. Most likely, he had been frightened by him.

He had not expected this backlash to be so dangerous either. Fortunately, the final outcome had been a good one…

Lu Nanzhou parted his lips, but no sound came out.

Filled with tenderness, he looked at Ye Yumeng and extended his mental power to examine his hands.

Thankfully, aside from being a little red and swollen, they were not burned like last time, much less bleeding.

Lu Nanzhou let out a quiet breath of relief. His gaze returned once more to Ye Yumeng’s face.

He was lying on his side with his cheek resting on the back of his hand. Tears had fallen and pooled beside him into a small damp patch, making Lu Nanzhou’s chest tighten.

At last, Lu Nanzhou painstakingly shifted his body, moved his head closer, and stretched out his tongue to gently lick away the tears from the corner of Ye Yumeng’s eye.

In his haze, Ye Yumeng felt something wet and slick licking him.

He opened his eyes and pulled himself out of the endless nightmare.

The little rabbit was so close he could almost touch him. Images from the dream still lingered in his mind—he had dreamed once again of the day Xueqiu died in his arms.

But this time it had been different from before. Along with Xueqiu, there had also been…

Lu Qi.

The image of his spirit body dissolving into points of light right before his eyes floated up again, and he still vividly remembered the pain in his heart at that moment.

Ye Yumeng sat up and stared blankly at the little rabbit on the bed.

After the little rabbit’s condition had stabilized, he had not rushed to look for Lu Qi.

True, it was possible that Lu Qi had been affected by the little rabbit’s mental power and bloodline rampage, causing something to go wrong with his real body and forcing him to return early, but…

There was another answer in Ye Yumeng’s heart.

He opened his mouth, yet in the end did not ask.

The moment that answer surfaced in his heart, all the things that had once felt puzzling but that he had never bothered to dig into seemed to suddenly have an explanation.

But then he remembered that conversation with Lu Qi in the top-floor hospital room—the first time he had truly sensed his pain and fragility…

Lu Nanzhou, meeting Ye Yumeng’s gaze, also recalled the conversation they had been having before the backlash of the dark fire.

He opened his mouth slightly. Yet at that moment, Ye Yumeng smiled at him.

“Little Rabbit, you’re awake.” His expression was perfectly natural, no different from usual.

“How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Ye Yumeng checked the Flowing Shadow Talisman and saw that the effect of the Lesser Spring Renewal Art had already faded.

He filled it up again and carefully tucked it beneath the little rabbit’s head.

As the Lesser Spring Renewal Art began working once more, Lu Nanzhou felt the pain all over his body ease.

He let out a faint sigh.

Looking at the smile on Ye Yumeng’s face, he hesitated, but in the end did not say what he had been preparing to say.

Instead, he used his mental power to activate the voice machine—there was one in this room too, even placed in the exact same position as in the previous room.

“Thank you,” the mechanical voice said.

Ye Yumeng shook his head. Saving him was only natural. No matter what, the little rabbit was basically half his disciple…

As that thought arose, he suddenly paused, and a sense of relief stirred inside him—luckily, he had never actually succeeded in taking him as a disciple.

Realizing that this was an ill-timed thought, Ye Yumeng hurriedly shook his head and asked, “How do you feel now? Have you managed to control that flame power?”

Lu Nanzhou nodded. “Mm.”

He gestured for Ye Yumeng to move back a little.

Ye Yumeng did as he said and stepped away from the bed. Then a small cluster of black-red flame appeared out of nowhere above the little rabbit.

It was only the size of a fingertip, yet in an instant it lit up the dim room.

Ye Yumeng stared at it in delight.

“You can not only suppress it now, you can control it freely too?”

“Mm.”

Lu Nanzhou guided the dark fire through the room. It moved around before returning to his side and disappearing into thin air.

Watching the demonstration, Ye Yumeng could not help getting excited. “Then the treatment from here on out will be much simpler!”

Before, he had always been afraid of triggering a backlash from the dark fire, so he had been extremely conservative and cautious whenever he treated the little rabbit, not even daring to use medicine too boldly.

But now he no longer had to worry about the flames turning on him, so there was no need to be so restrained anymore.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Lu Nanzhou released the dark fire again. Looking at that tiny flicker, he felt that the great stone long weighing on his heart had finally lifted by half.

Even if he might never fully return to his old state, there would be no problem staying alive now. From here on, he could simply recuperate slowly and strive to recover enough to manage his daily life on his own as soon as possible.

As for everything else…

Lu Nanzhou glanced at Ye Yumeng and, in the end, chose to bury that feeling he should never have developed deep in his heart.

“Then get some rest first,” Ye Yumeng said. “Your body still needs quiet recovery.”

Looking at the bandages wrapped all over him, remembering how burned and charred his body had been during the day, Ye Yumeng’s eyes filled with pity.

How exactly had he endured such pain…?

“You should sleep too.”

With that, Lu Nanzhou used his mental power to give an order to Mo Yin, who was guarding outside.

Delighted, Mo Yin accepted the command and quickly directed the robot attendants to carry in a bed and place it next to Lu Nanzhou’s.

“Doctor Ye, please get some rest,” he said as he had the bedding laid out. “You’ve worked hard these past two days.”

Now that His Majesty had regained consciousness and could even issue orders to him through mental power, that meant there was no real danger.

Although he felt Doctor Ye might rest more comfortably back in his own room, still…

Mo Yin glanced at the little rabbit on the bed, wrapped up tightly in bandages, and did not dare linger any longer.

“If there’s anything you need, please call for me at once.”

Then he withdrew with the robot attendants.

Ye Yumeng really was exhausted too. Spending two days and one night continuously channeling spiritual power into the little rabbit had only been possible because he had the spiritual liquid vortex—otherwise he absolutely would not have been able to keep going.

So he took off his uniform jacket and climbed into bed.

“Then I’m going to sleep,” he said.

“All right.”

Lu Nanzhou quietly watched his sleeping face. Using his mental power, he tucked the blanket around him more securely, then slowly closed his eyes and drifted off as well.

It was not until noon the next day that Ye Yumeng finally woke up.

Wow, that sleep had felt amazing…

He stretched lazily and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Then he suddenly sensed something and turned his head, only to find the little rabbit awake as well, looking straight at him.

He did not know whether it was just his imagination, but he felt that the little rabbit’s gaze held an indescribable tenderness.

Ye Yumeng slowly lowered his arms from his stretch and felt his face grow warm.

“You’re awake.”

He scratched his cheek, then still smiled and asked, “Good morning! How are you feeling today?”

“Very well.”

Because the Flowing Shadow Talisman had once again lost its effect, Lu Nanzhou had been woken by the pain early in the morning.

But now he had a way to deal with it—he simply released his mental power and gathered the spiritual energy that had accumulated around the Red Leaf Lotus overnight.

Then he soaked himself in that crimson spiritual energy, using it to relieve pain while cultivating at the same time.

Within his dantian, spiritual power had finally begun to form.

This force was completely different from the bloodline power he already possessed. It was entirely external.

But Lu Nanzhou discovered that this force seemed able to transform back and forth with his bloodline power—or of course, it could be kept completely separate, allowing him to use only spiritual power to drive and control his bloodline power.

Aside from that, there were probably many other wonders he had yet to uncover.

For example…

The rapid repair of his damaged body.

Lu Nanzhou knew his own body very well. He could tell that after successfully drawing spiritual energy into his body, the speed of its recovery had become far faster than at any point in the past two months.

Hearing his doubts, Ye Yumeng smiled and said, “The Nine-Turn Spirit Pivot Scripture naturally has body-strengthening benefits. Just like with my broken leg before—it only took one month to heal completely.”

If his cultivation had been higher at the time, the recovery would have been even faster.

Although he did have another cultivation method better suited to demon cultivators—something he had gone to great lengths to find for Xueqiu—

for the little rabbit, however, it was obvious that a healer’s cultivation method, which came with healing power, was far more suitable.

As for whether to continue teaching him later on, that would depend on the little rabbit’s talent… though even if he only learned the first layer, it should already be enough to help him considerably.

“Cultivate well. I’ll go get you some spirit rice porridge.”

Ye Yumeng got up and left the hospital room. After spending two days and two nights inside, the moment he stepped out into the outside world, he could not help feeling a little dazed.

“Doctor Ye.” Mo Yin greeted him.

Seeing the heavy dark circles under his eyes, Ye Yumeng guessed Mo Yin had not rested properly during these two days and nights either.

Ye Yumeng patted his shoulder and told him to take care of himself.

“I will. Thank you for your concern, Doctor Ye.” Mo Yin was as gentle and polite as ever, though his attitude had become even more respectful.

Ye Yumeng looked at him, thought for a moment, then asked, “Mo, how old is the little rabbit?”

Mo Yin paused, then looked at him and said, “Young Master is five.”

“Really? Why do I remember it as six?” Ye Yumeng tilted his head as he looked at him.

Mo Yin remained calm and composed. “You must have remembered wrong.”

Hearing that, Ye Yumeng looked at him like he had discovered a whole new world. This Mo really was something else.

He did not pursue it further, only nodded and said, “I’m going to the cafeteria.”

“Let He Jun escort you.”

“All right.”

Mo Yin watched Ye Yumeng leave and slowly let out a breath.

At that moment, he suddenly heard Lu Nanzhou’s voice sound by his ear: “Mo Yin.”

Mo Yin could not help the joy that rose in him.

Although he had heard conversation coming from the room the night before, he had not dared to eavesdrop rashly. Hearing Lu Nanzhou’s clear, lucid voice now, the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled.

He turned and went into the room. “Your Majesty!”

“Mm.”

Lu Nanzhou’s voice continued, “The people who harmed Ye Yumeng back then—how were they dealt with?”

Mo Yin froze. He had not expected the first thing His Majesty would ask upon waking to be that.

Anything involving Doctor Ye was not something he dared treat carelessly, so he replied at once, “According to the laws of the Xihe Federation, they have already been executed.”

Although the speed of the execution had gone far beyond the Federation’s usual efficiency, everything had indeed been handled according to federal law.

Since he was reporting on this matter anyway, Mo Yin went ahead and mentioned another related matter too.

“The welfare foundation for minors established in Doctor Ye’s name has also officially begun operating.”

He said, “Everything is being carried out according to the minimum welfare standards stipulated by imperial law, offering assistance to qualified minors under the age of twenty-five.”

“Good.”

Lu Nanzhou withdrew his mental power, and Mo Yin at last breathed easier, feeling as though he had been granted a reprieve.

His Majesty’s pressure had grown stronger…

Recalling how two days ago he had been crushed so completely by the pressure that he could not even move, Mo Yin still felt lingering fear.

At present, the turmoil within the Royal Sanatorium caused by His Majesty’s rampaging state had temporarily subsided.

Only…

His Majesty’s presence in the Royal Sanatorium while recovering from his injuries could no longer be concealed.

This time, the scope of the incident had been too wide.

Anyone who had felt that terrifying mental power and bloodline pressure would have realized that His Majesty was here—that sovereign they were willing to bow before, the emperor who commanded their submission… was here.

Fortunately, the network was under their control, and all movements in and out had already been restricted, so the news had been kept, as much as possible, within the Royal Sanatorium itself and had not spread outward.

Looking at the little beast lying on the bed, wrapped all over in bandages, Mo Yin could no longer hold back his concern. “Your Majesty, how do you… feel now?”

This double eruption of bloodline power and mental force must have inflicted tremendous damage on your body again, mustn’t it?

Looking at him covered in bandages, all those two months of healing seemed to have turned to nothing. He had only just started getting better… and sorrow could not help rising in Mo Yin’s heart.

Lu Nanzhou did not answer that question directly. Instead…

A tuft of black-red flame appeared out of nowhere, burning quietly above him.

Mo Yin’s grief was cut short. He stared fixedly at that flame, his bloodshot eyes filling with tears.

“You… can control the dark fire now?” he asked in disbelief.

“Mm.”

Lu Nanzhou’s voice sounded softly. “Ah Yin, I’m back.”

Mo Yin’s remaining left hand clenched into a fist. He bit down hard, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, yet he had no mind to wipe them away.

He stared at that tiny flicker of fire, replaying His Majesty’s words in his mind.

The medical grandmasters and Doctor Ye had both said that His Majesty’s injuries had been caused by backlash from the dark fire. So as long as he could control this bloodline flame, then his injuries would no longer be the true issue.

As long as the dark fire was under control, His Majesty’s full recovery would only be a matter of time.

So His Majesty had said to him: I’m back.

Mo Yin wanted to smile, but on his gaunt and exhausted face, he could not stop it from turning into the look of a man crying.

“This period of time has been hard on you.”

Lu Nanzhou’s voice sounded again. “You don’t need to be afraid anymore.”

The strength Mo Yin had been clinging to finally broke. He fell to the floor and burst into sobs. “Your Majesty…”

Their emperor was back. He had truly escaped danger.

They would no longer have to live in fear, no longer fear the empire breaking apart, no longer fear that the peace they had fought so hard to win would be destroyed just like that!

The huge stone pressing on his shoulders, the guilt and shame that had tormented him day and night for not being able to advance and retreat alongside His Majesty and their comrades… at last, in this moment, he could finally set down a part of it…

Lu Nanzhou let him vent.

He knew very well how much Mo Yin had borne over these two years.

Only after the sobbing gradually subsided did he use his mental power to pat Mo Yin’s shoulder.

“Wash your face and get some rest. There’s still a great deal that will require you later.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Mo Yin hastily wiped away his tears and did not dare linger any longer. His Majesty had not yet fully recovered and still needed time.

Only by letting His Majesty rest well could he recover faster!

Mo Yin withdrew from the room.

And then he saw Lan Fangyu, who had appeared outside the room at some unknown time.

During these past two days, Lan Fangyu had not rested much either. In order to seal off information and prevent anyone from causing trouble at this critical time, he had tightened control over the entire Royal Sanatorium.

Even so, they had still encountered three assassination attempts, one of them even coming from the medical staff inside the Core Inpatient Department itself.

Because of the secrecy and the timely lockdown, information had not spread. This deeply hidden assassin had no idea that His Majesty had already been moved to the botanical garden.

In the end, he had walked straight into the trap and was captured on the spot in the top-floor hospital room.

It was only last night, after receiving the news that His Majesty’s condition had stabilized, that Lan Fangyu had finally gone to sleep for a while.

But early this morning he had already gotten up again to inspect everything, and now he had come back to ????? with Mo Yin, only to hear him crying.

In Lan Fangyu’s impression, Mo Yin had always been a pillar of strength—the sort of steady, towering figure who could remain composed even if the sky itself collapsed. He had never imagined he would one day hear him cry.

Seeing Mo Yin’s swollen red eyes now, Lan Fangyu could not help feeling deeply uneasy.

Had something gone wrong with His Majesty again?

“Brother Mo Yin, His Majesty—” he asked anxiously.

“His Majesty is very well!”

Mo Yin smiled and patted his shoulder. “Stand your watch properly. I’m going to get some rest and will be back soon.”

Then he headed off toward the lounge.

Lan Fangyu watched his retreating figure, then looked toward the little beast lying in the hospital room, and still felt deeply unsettled.

If His Majesty was doing well, then why had he cried so hard?

On the other side, the moment Ye Yumeng stepped outdoors, he immediately sensed the difference.

What abundant spiritual energy!

He could not help feeling surprised.

Most of the spiritual energy in the botanical garden should have been consumed by him and the little rabbit, so why had it not only recovered overnight but even seemed denser than before?

Then Ye Yumeng noticed the cause.

Looking at the several unfamiliar king plants now growing in the planting zone, he could not help riding his mobility device around the botanical garden for a full circuit.

After completing a lap, he discovered—to his astonishment—that over a hundred additional king plants had appeared in the botanical garden!

No wonder the spiritual energy had recovered so quickly!

At that moment he had reached the entrance of the botanical garden. From afar, he could see Shi Yichun walking in, surrounded by several robots, apparently on his way to work.

“Uncle Shi!”

Ye Yumeng quickly flew over and asked excitedly, “How did the botanical garden suddenly gain so many king plants?”

Shi Yichun looked at Ye Yumeng and froze for a moment. Then his expression turned complicated.

He glanced at the surrounding robots, hesitated, and finally asked quietly, “The patient you’re treating… is stable now?”

Ye Yumeng thought of the commotion the little rabbit’s rampage had caused that day. It had not been small.

He nodded. “He’s stable now.”

Shi Yichun visibly relaxed, and joy that looked like a burden being lifted spread across his face.

He said, “Then that’s good, that’s very good. All of these king plants were brought in by Captain Mo’s people.”

Shi Yichun felt that he would probably never forget the day he and Old Yu and the others had been “escorted” into the botanical garden by a group of soldiers with disciplined movements and murderous auras.

Then they had watched another group of soldiers arrive carrying one king plant after another, placing them in front of them and urging them to plant them at once.

The few of them had stared at one another, but naturally none dared be careless.

Before long, however, Shi Yichun recalled the terrifying mental force and bloodline pressure from the day before—

At that time, he had been in the botanical garden checking on the king plants, and he had collapsed unconscious on the spot, unable to muster even a trace of resistance.

Fortunately, he had sent his daughter back to her hospital room in advance. Since she was farther away, the little lamb had been affected much less.

Then, thinking of how Doctor Ye had asked him to search for king plants precisely in order to treat a patient, Shi Yichun soon guessed the purpose of these soldiers.

And with an army unit able to mobilize forces and directly requisition king plants from cultivation bases, the identity of the patient whose mental force and bloodline had rampaged… hardly needed guessing.

So Shi Yichun and Old Yu and the others had done their utmost, planting all the king plants that arrived that very day.

Thankfully, the site chosen for the botanical garden was spacious enough, and all kinds of planting environments had already been simulated, so there was more than enough room to accommodate these hundred-plus king plants.

“They were all found by Mo?”

Ye Yumeng could not help sighing. He really had underestimated Mo Yin’s ability.

It had taken Uncle Shi a whole week to gather only around twenty king plants, but Mo Yin had managed to bring back over a hundred in just two days!

Adding them to the thirty or forty they already had, the botanical garden now held close to two hundred king plants.

At last, Ye Yumeng truly understood the full weight behind Mo Yin’s earlier words: If you need anything, just tell me.

And this time he had not even said anything. Mo Yin had directly sent people to bring back this many king plants, greatly replenishing the gap in spiritual energy.

Having such a thoughtful and well-synced “teammate” really was indescribably comforting.

So…

Ye Yumeng turned to glance in the direction of the lounge.

It really did have something to do with the Yaojin imperial family, didn’t it? Otherwise, even with military connections, it would have been very difficult for Mo Yin to exercise this kind of power…

Ye Yumeng shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

No matter what the truth was, all he had to do was focus on his own work.

“Uncle Shi, please give this to Hanhan.”

Ye Yumeng handed him a notebook made from bound sheets of pure wood paper.

“This is…?”

Shi Yichun took the notebook and opened it, only to see lines of text written in black ink across the pages. It looked mysterious and profound—

If he had ever taken apart one of the calming sachets to inspect it, he would have realized the pages looked very much like the calming talismans.

“Study material for Hanhan,” Ye Yumeng said. “I’ll send you the translated version later. Teach it to her whenever you have time.”

Ye Yumeng had already decided he wanted to take the little lamb as a disciple, but she was still too young, and he was very busy, so for now he could only ask her father to help her lay the groundwork.

What was written in that notebook was precisely an introductory mental method that could help her draw spiritual energy into her body.

He had infused it with spiritual power as he wrote it. By exposing herself to it every day, it would also greatly help the little lamb develop sensitivity to spiritual energy.

“Uncle Shi, I’m counting on you for this.”

Shi Yichun put the notebook away with great solemnity. Although he could not understand the writing on it yet, he would definitely study it carefully and teach it carefully!

This was hope for his daughter’s future.