“Lao Wu! Lao Wu, get out here! Lao Wu!”
Lu Yan carried Jiang Ci's body and kicked Yao Wu's door several times. Ever since Lu Yan had dragged him out to feed the mosquitoes all night, Yao Wu had learned his lesson and finally started locking his door when sleeping. Although it was only just past nightfall and he wasn't necessarily asleep yet, he had locked the door as soon as he entered his room.
Yao Wu's half-dead voice came from inside. Even through the door, Lu Yan could clearly hear the waking-up anger in his voice.
“Lu, if you have relationship problems, go find Hong Jiu! Leave me the hell alone!”
Damn it! Is this a relationship problem right now? Lu Yan didn't have time to explain. He kicked the door directly, splintering half of Yao Wu's door.
Yao Wu sat up in bed, furious. “Motherfucker, Lu Shiyi! Why the hell are you breaking down my—”
Before he could finish, Lu Yan kicked the other half open. Yao Wu watched as Lu Yan stepped through his broken doorframe, cradling the unconscious Jiang Ci in his arms.
“Hurry up and take a look at her. She was drawing qi into her body perfectly fine, so how did she almost end up with a heart attack? She's still unconscious.”
Anxiety practically solidified on Lu Yan's face. He had been watching Jiang Ci circulate her qi, so how had she suddenly had a heart attack out of nowhere?
Yao Wu was no longer sleepy. His expression turned grave. “What happened? Explain clearly. A heart attack? How can drawing qi into the body cause a heart attack?”
How would Lu Yan know? Did she have some kind of congenital heart disease? But he had never heard of any heart disease patient having an accident while drawing qi into their body!
Yao Wu didn't stay idle. He used his deep blue spiritual energy to enter Jiang Ci's respiratory tract, spreading it through her qi chamber to her limbs and bones, focusing his search on the area of her heart.
He closed his eyes. The moment he entered her heart chamber through the Xinyu acupoint, he instantly felt a powerful pull. Yao Wu released his divine sense, merging his vision with this trace of spiritual energy.
He froze.
The heart before him was not a heart at all. It was a Dao fruit condensed from cultivation, molded into the shape of a heart, beating weakly inside her body to serve as a blood pump.
It exuded an irresistible temptation. Eating it would allow one's life level to evolve. At the very least, it could allow someone to leap from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage.
When Yao Wu momentarily lost his mind, that trace of spiritual energy surged toward the heart radiating a dense, precious glow. Fortunately, he came to his senses just in time and reined it in.
He dispersed the spiritual energy inspecting her body, his brow furrowing so tightly it could have crushed a fly. Seeing his expression, Lu Yan's heart sank.
As everyone knew, you shouldn't fear a smiling doctor, but rather a doctor with a grim face. Seeing Yao Wu's expression, Lu Yan felt as if he had instantly returned to his past life. He and his family had gone to pick up a medical report, and several doctors sat together, sighing, wondering how such a young child could get this kind of illness...
At that time, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, feeling that his entire life was over. His mother had held his shoulders tightly. He had stared blankly at the veins bulging on his mother's hands, listening to her words of encouragement...
He knew his mother was giving him the hope to live on, the hope to persevere.
Even though he didn't manage to hold on in the end...
Now, however, Lu Yan's concern was not his own illness, but Jiang Ci's. Right now, Yao Wu was the judge holding the pen, and his next words would decide Jiang Ci's life or death.
Lu Yan suppressed his voice, trying his best to calm the panic in his heart. “How is she? Can she be cured?”
Yao Wu's brow remained furrowed. He nodded, then shook his head. “She should be fine for now, and her vital signs are very stable. She'll probably wake up in a bit, but...”
Lu Yan's heart settled slightly, only to be yanked right back up. But what? Why was he leaving him hanging? Just spit it out! He really wanted to punch Yao Wu twice right now.
“She has no heart.”
“You're the one who has no heart! What kind of nonsense is that?” Lu Yan snapped back immediately. What did he mean, she had no heart? She was a perfectly fine, pure young female cultivator. How could she have no heart?
If she had no heart, would she hold onto him and refuse to let him go? If she had no heart, would she kiss him? If she had no heart, would she blush whenever she saw him?
Why the hell was this barefoot doctor giving a psychological diagnosis when asked to look at a physical injury? What kind of nonsense was this? He shouldn't have trusted this self-taught, quack doctor in the first place.
Lu Yan glared fiercely at Yao Wu. Yao Wu immediately realized that Lu Yan had misunderstood. “I mean she literally doesn't have a physical heart. Where did your mind wander off to?”
No heart? Lu Yan looked astonished. How did she survive without a heart? He looked at Yao Wu, and Yao Wu looked back at Lu Yan. Both of them saw absolute disbelief in each other's eyes.
“You didn't know?” Yao Wu asked in confusion.
Lu Yan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I've only been around her for half a year! How the hell would I know that much?”
A trace of disdain appeared in Yao Wu's eyes. Only half a year and he had already fallen for her? Scumbag!
Having been brothers with Yao Wu for nearly ten years, Lu Yan knew exactly what kind of fart Yao Wu was going to let out the moment he lifted his butt.
“Can you fuck off? Is this the time to gossip about our relationship? What do we do if she doesn't have a heart? Do we kidnap someone, match them, and perform a transplant?” Lu Yan asked through gritted teeth.
Yao Wu almost pissed himself. “Do you think you're replacing parts on a machine? Just take one out and put a new one in? Why don't you install two dicks on yourself and cosplay as a trident?”
What were they supposed to do then? The two looked at each other and decided to call for external help.
After a while, the room became a silent gathering of four people staring at each other.
Hong Jiu and Hua Er, who had just fallen asleep, yawned. After listening to Jiang Ci's situation with furrowed brows, they expressed their helplessness with silence.
If Du Qi were here, he might have known that this was an organ molded from cultivation. But the combined books these few had read probably didn't even amount to Lu Yan's nine years of compulsory education. If anyone expected them to explain the ins and outs of this, they had better abandon that hope as soon as possible.
“Is a heart transplant really impossible?” Lu Yan still hadn't given up on his suggestion of organ replacement. After all, organ transplants existed in his past life...
Yao Wu glanced at him. “With her current state, if you dare to cut open her chest, she'll drop dead on the spot. Even if the transplant succeeds, what if it doesn't match? Wouldn't that be even more disastrous?”
Lu Yan fell silent. Matching, and then the subsequent anti-rejection drugs... Where in this cultivation world was he supposed to get those? This wasn't some novel where you could just transplant a Supreme Bone without worrying about rejection killing you.
So, was she just supposed to wait for death? Lu Yan stared blankly at Jiang Ci's closed eyes. Was it happening again? Every time he wanted to get close to something, would some uncontrollable factor tear them apart?
Talk about bad luck, haha.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and the bitterness in his chest gradually spread, welling up from his eyes and dripping onto Jiang Ci's face...
He snapped back to his senses and hastily reached out, using his fingertip to wipe away the tear he had dropped on her face.
The moment his finger touched her skin, Jiang Ci's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.
“Why are you crying?”
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