Chapter 135

Apocalypse Society’s medical room.

Mu Xinyue was wearing a white lace-trimmed slip dress, revealing her fair collarbones, neck, and a pair of slender white calves. The window of the medical room was open, and the night wind of mid-October had a hint of coolness. Her bare arms were covered by a small gauze cardigan, faintly revealing her skin tone.

She sat in front of the desk, her thick, dark, wavy hair tied into a ponytail, her hands tapping nonstop on the laptop keyboard, writing a thesis.

“Bang—” The door of the medical room was kicked open.

Mu Xinyue was convinced that she would not encounter any danger in the Apocalypse Society, so she was not frightened, but her brow furrowed slightly because her thesis writing was interrupted. She looked towards the sound, as if to see which bastard had kicked the door in so rudely.

As a result, she saw a tall, white-haired youth with slightly messy long hair, carrying a white-haired boy who was spitting blood, rushing in.

The white-haired boy’s eyelids were half-closed weakly, his crimson eyes were like dusty gems, listless, his face pale and bloodless, with only a morbid flush on his cheeks. Blood was constantly flowing from his mouth. His lips and chin were covered in thick blood, and even the front of the pajamas he was wearing was stained with a large patch of blood red.

“Mu Xinyue, have you made the new ‘potion’?” Yuan Lan walked towards the hospital bed, carrying Bai Xuechao, without looking back.

Mu Xinyue came back to her senses and said, “I have!”

She quickly got up and went to the huge medicine cabinet next to the desk, took out the six “potions” she had just made, and threw them all to Yuan Lan.

Over there, Yuan Lan had just placed Bai Xuechao on the hospital bed, pulled out a puppet thread to wrap around five of the potions, and caught one himself, opening it quickly.

He supported the back of Bai Xuechao’s neck with one hand, brought the potion tube to his lips, and slowly tilted it to pour it into his mouth.

I tried my best not to think about what the potion was made of, and repeatedly chanted in my mind, “This is Mu Xinyue’s special ability product,” and cooperatively drank the potion.

Fortunately, the potion had no taste, just like distilled water, which further reduced the psychological burden.

The last time I used the potion, I was in a coma. This time, I finally experienced the effect of Mu Xinyue’s special ability while I was awake.

From the moment the potion entered my stomach, the severe pain in my stomach, which had been hurting for a long time, turned into a slight pain within five seconds. The degree of pain was about the same as someone pinching the flesh on their own body. I also no longer felt nauseous, but there was still a strong smell of blood in my esophagus and mouth, as if there was still blood that hadn’t been spit out.

Yuan Lan asked, “Does it still hurt?”

I didn’t want to talk, and just nodded listlessly.

Yuan Lan opened another potion and fed it to me.

After drinking the second one, my stomach completely stopped hurting, and there was even a refreshing and cool feeling deep in my throat, like I had just had a mint.

I don’t know how much saliva Mu Xinyue needs to make one potion, but in any case, Mu Xinyue’s special ability is really useful. Not only is the healing effect obvious, but unlike other healing-type special ability users, her special ability can be used separately from her own body, which means she doesn’t have to be present to treat people, just bring her “potion.”

How should I put it… Yuan Lan’s choice?

Yuan Lan asked again, “Does it still hurt?”

I shook my head.

Only then did Yuan Lan use the puppet thread to place the remaining four potions on the desk.

At this time, Mu Xinyue came to the hospital bed where I was and handed him two individually wrapped wet wipes: “Wipe the blood.”

She didn’t look at me at all, but stared at the hand that Yuan Lan had been supporting the back of my neck with.

I noticed her gaze and suddenly felt that the palm on the back of my neck was as hot as a branding iron. I simply sat up straight without Yuan Lan’s support, took her wet wipes, and said softly, “Thank you.”

Xiao 6 said to him in a whisper, “Miss Mu’s gaze just now looked like she wanted to cut off the flesh on the back of your neck.”

“Little Xuechao~ What about me?” Yuan Lan leaned down and brought his head in front of me, his brilliant golden eyes staring at him. He raised a finger and pointed at himself, pouting pitifully with a wronged expression, “You seem to have never thanked me for anything. Shouldn’t I be thanked for carrying you over?”

My blood-stained, crimson lips moved slightly, as if I was about to say “thank you.”

At this moment, Lin Changqing arrived late.

“I’m here, I’m here!” The first thing he heard was Lin Changqing’s voice. He was seen rushing in with two skewers of roasted meat, his gaze sweeping around the room before heading straight for Mu Xinyue. “Bai Xuechao ate this!”

He didn’t run that fast later because he knew I had to drink the potion to heal first, so it was unnecessary to arrive so early.

Lin Changqing’s appearance interrupted the words I was about to say.

I shut my mouth and silently opened a pack of wet wipes to wipe my blood-stained chin.

Seeing this, Yuan Lan’s lips curled up into a brilliant smile. After Mu Xinyue took the two skewers of roasted meat with a speechless expression, he walked past Mu Xinyue with a charming smile, then hooked his arm around Lin Changqing’s neck and walked towards the door.

Lin Changqing was suddenly hooked by Yuan Lan’s neck with great force and was a little out of breath. He raised his hand and patted Yuan Lan’s arm with a “slap, slap” sound, trying to awaken a little of the other’s conscience and loosen his grip.

Yuan Lan was unmoved. While hooking Lin Changqing and walking out, he turned his head and said with a smile, “Wait a moment, I have something to say to A-Qing.”

The two went out, and the door to the medical room was also closed.

Not long after, Lin Changqing’s confused voice came from outside: “Ow! Why did you hit me?!”

It was still Lin Changqing’s voice: “Boss, I’m going to fight back, I’m telling you! Don’t force me! I—ouch, my god! You have to let me know where I went wrong, right?… I know! It’s because the barbecue I brought made Bai Xuechao spit blood?”

The answer he got was a dull thud, as if a body had been smashed to the ground.

Following that, there was also Lin Changqing’s miserable cry: “Damn it, what was it for!”

Because the medical room was quiet, the sound of fists and feet outside was particularly obvious. It sounded like Lin Changqing was fighting back, and the two of them were going back and forth.

Suddenly, Mu Xinyue spoke: “Bai Xuechao.”

I answered, “Hmm?”

Mu Xinyue’s red eyes stared at him and said seriously, “I hate you.”

Bai Xuechao: “…”

How was he supposed to respond to that?

And she said it so seriously, it didn’t look like she was joking at all.

Mu Xinyue called out again, “Bai Xuechao.”

I didn’t answer this time, but just looked up at Mu Xinyue standing by his hospital bed.

Mu Xinyue was still holding the two skewers of roasted meat in her right hand, her left hand was supporting her right elbow, her waist was slender, and the arm under the thin gauze cardigan was in full view. She lowered her eyelids, tilted her head slightly, and her vampire-like red eyes looked down at me sitting on the hospital bed. Her beautiful face was so serious that it was almost stern.

She said, “I’m very envious of you.”

“Envious of what,” I said.

Mu Xinyue turned her head to look at the door, as if looking at someone through the door: “He has never held me like that.”

Bai Xuechao: “…”

Your level of being love-brained is astonishing.

I said, “That’s because I’m a patient.”

“Is that so?” Mu Xinyue looked at me again, her eyes shining a little.

In the short time she was waiting for my answer, she thought back. As a strong special ability user, she had never been sick, so she had indeed never given Yuan Lan a chance to hold her.

“It is,” I confirmed.

Mu Xinyue showed a thoughtful expression, as if she had some plan.

Bai Xuechao: I didn’t do it on purpose. (Smiling)

Let Mu Xinyue mess with Yuan Lan for a while.

“By the way,” Mu Xinyue came out of her thoughtful state, casually put the meat skewers aside, and turned to get a blood collection tube. “Let’s do a blood routine for you.”

I let Mu Xinyue take his blood and take it to the blood cell analyzer.

Mu Xinyue asked him, “Did you have a stomachache just now?”

I let out a “en.”

At the same time, the “sparring” outside the door also ended.

Lin Changqing ran in, clutching his stomach, and went straight for the potion on Mu Xinyue’s desk, picking one up with a grimace.

Yuan Lan came in after him, looking unscathed, not even his clothes were messy, and walked to my hospital bed.

Lin Changqing gulped down the potion in two or three mouthfuls. Seeing that both Bai Xuechao and Mu Xinyue were looking at him, he tried to save face: “Don’t look at me like that. Actually, I was fighting with the boss just now, and it was a 30-70 split.”

Mu Xinyue didn’t believe it and questioned, “Thirty-seventy?”

Her tone was just short of saying, “Just you?”

“Yes.” Lin Changqing put down the empty potion tube, already fully revived, and began to talk nonsense. “And it was the boss with three, and me with seven.”

Yuan Lan didn’t refute, but just smiled.

Seeing this, Mu Xinyue had an expression like the sky was falling: “Impossible!”

“How is it impossible!” Lin Changqing blinked his dark and long phoenix eyes, and said with a particularly righteous attitude, with the most cowardly words, “Three punches from the boss, and it’s my seventh day of mourning!”

Bai Xuechao: 6.

Xiao 6 burst out laughing: “Hahahaha!”

Mu Xinyue: “…”

Mu Xinyue was tricked and was extremely speechless. She made a gesture of wanting to slap Lin Changqing.

Lin Changqing immediately put his hands together and begged Mu Xinyue for mercy.

This was a healer, who would dare to offend her.

Mu Xinyue wasn’t very angry in the first place, she was more speechless. Seeing Lin Changqing like this, the little bit of anger she had also disappeared, and she waved her hand tiredly.

After reading the data displayed on the blood cell analyzer, she said to Yuan Lan, “Bai Xuechao had stomach bleeding just now. The cause has nothing to do with that meat skewer. It was spontaneous bleeding caused by his low platelet count. As for other causes, it has already healed, so we can’t see it now.”

Lin Changqing had an expression of being cleared of all charges and said to Yuan Lan, “See, it has nothing to do with my barbecue, and you still hit me!”

Yuan Lan smiled, “I didn’t hit you for that reason.”

“Huh?” Lin Changqing was confused, “Then what was it for??”

He probably would never know in this lifetime. After all, when I almost said “thank you,” he was still outside the door.

Mu Xinyue added, “His white blood cell count is a bit high, which is not a problem. It will be fine once his fever goes down. Also, his platelets are still a bit low after drinking two potions. He can continue to take the thrombopoietin I brought.”

Hearing this, both Bai Xuechao and Yuan Lan fell silent, and neither of them responded.

Mu Xinyue keenly noticed something and narrowed her eyes at me, “Don’t tell me you haven’t been taking it!”

Ahhh! She hated disobedient patients!!

I remained silent, feeling a rare pang of guilt.

He forgot, or rather, deliberately forgot.

“Alright~” Yuan Lan turned his back to the hospital bed and half-squatted down, gesturing for me to climb up. “Since there’s nothing wrong, I’ll take Little Xuechao back.”

Mu Xinyue said, “Do as you please.”

I just happened to have no strength and was too lazy to walk, so I unceremoniously climbed onto Yuan Lan’s back.

Seeing them like this, Mu Xinyue made another mark against me in the little notebook in her heart.

Yuan Lan waved at Mu Xinyue: “We’re leaving.”

…

Yuan Lan walked towards the bedroom as if taking a stroll, carrying me on his back.

“I’m super considerate,” Yuan Lan said in a tone of seeking credit. “Look, you’re not wearing shoes, so I’m carrying you on my back.”

I was a little tired and drowsy, “Let’s go back quickly, I want to sleep.”

I was lying on Yuan Lan’s broad back, my arms around his neck. I could feel a faint warmth coming from my chest, which was pressed against Yuan Lan’s back, warm and comfortable.

Yuan Lan pretended to be dissatisfied: “Are you treating me like a means of transportation?”

I said, “Hmm… how is that not the case?”

Yuan Lan said, “Then I’ll just leave you here?”

“Who are you threatening…” I became more and more sleepy and murmured.

Yuan Lan didn’t argue with him any further and continued to walk towards the bedroom, a little faster than before.

Suddenly, a soft “thank you” came from behind.

Yuan Lan immediately stopped and said, “I didn’t hear clearly, can you say it again?”

The person behind him didn’t speak again.

Yuan Lan stood there, a corner of his mouth slightly raised.

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