Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

(Warning graphic scenes of gore are depicted in this chapter. Read at your own discretion.)

Once seated, Hong Luo takes the opportunity to free her hand.

Nuyun eyes dim on this action. A new feeling comes to life. Like a feather that you just grasped, floated away without warning.

He doesn't like this feelings.

He equally doesn't want to know what it is.

Just as he was brooding, the feather that had escaped, grazed his wrist.

Hong Luo took hold of the constipated fellow's wrist, checking his pulse, nodding at the results.

"You're out of the woods, and down the path of recovery. Even though I mended your injuries, you'll need to take in the appropriate amount of nutrients, avoiding any strenuous movements." She pauses to take a breather, checking on his expression. It was calm and focused.

Smiling she continues, "The sealing of the poison spirit is a temporary measure, but also a necessary one. It's intelligence development had already created and begun cultivating a sudo body. To this effect we must revert its intelligence, turning back the clock. After its intelligence is nil, then we can begin reversing the tides. Instead of it cultivating off of you, you'll cultivate off of it. In other words you'll be refining the sudo body it had developed.

But you are far from this stage of the treatment. Once we reach that point I'll be there to walk you through the process. Not only will you be able to gain back what you lost, the rewards at the end will be just as sweet."

She sighs, "Unfortunately, you will have to stay with me for a time. Your condition was extremely unstable. Even though its fine now, I still need to monitor you." Alas, even if I didn't have to, I'd still need him here. Lotus and snare would rebel otherwise.

Those two plants are so clingy and hate being away from me. Oh what would they do if I really did die, I doubt they'd survive a month yet alone a few hundred years. They are so melodramatic.

"As for using any martial skills. As long as they don't exceed Essence Germination Realm power you should be relatively okay. But to be on the safe side, stay within the Essence Condensation Realm. The damage to your dantian is beyond extensive. To avoid any permanent repercussions you MUST follow my instructions."

Her brows furrow slightly, taking in a breath, then releasing it.

"Do you have any questions?"

The light in the room slightly dims. Up above the courtyard, floating with the breeze, fluffy white clouds hide the sun. A pair of magpies dance in the air. One leading, while the other chasing. Lovely is this sight, going here and there. Dancing and singing a lovely tone as the clouds reveal the hidden sun.

Light returns to the quiet room.

Nuyun looks up with his deep eyes. "Okay."

Her lips twitch. Okay? Does he have a question or not? This fellow is too weird.

Maybe he just needs time to think about it?

Hong Luo giggles, she strokes his head. "At anytime you can come to me with questions. I'll answer to the best of my ability, so don't be shy."

Little Soul's heart shatters in her space. [THAT'S MY HEAD RUB!]

Her lips twitched slightly, her expression showing no fault. "The moment I started treatment, you became my responsibility. I'll take good care of you and won't let you suffer anymore."

[Mistress Mozen no! Take your hand away, only Little Soul's head can be touched! Mistress' hand is mine, mine, MINE! Tofu eater begone! Tofu eater begone!]

She stops but a moment, shutting off her connection to Little Soul. She'll deal with him later.

"Alright since we'll be seeing each other more often, you might as well familiarize yourself with this courtyard. It's a bit shabby but you'll have to make do for now."

I shouldn't have to worry about him running into the Hong Manor folks. Forbearing bygone is completely out of the way. From what I know, even though it's owned by the manor, it doesn't reside within its walls.

This Courtyard was originally constructed for quiet learning in the confines of nature. Of the few ancestors of the Hong Family, the fifth master, he was the one had it constructed.

What many don't know, the purpose of this courtyard, though it was meant to be educational, turned into a hide away for the stud horse, who had too many concubines to count.

Nuyun had taken a step outside the courtyard, scooping the place out as instructed.

Nodding her head, she walked back into her room.

Nearing the doorway, her knees locked with each step, calves slightly trembling, on closer look, her stride was swaying. Whether she knew or not, her nails, treated superficially, began to bite into her palms.

Unsteady, her gait lost its balance, causing her to ram straight into the door frame for support.

Clutching the jade pendant hugging her neck, steadying her breathing, but it was to no avail. A horrid coughing fit had reared its ugly head. A herd of demons, running rampant in her brain, ramming into her skull upon every cough.

Saliva uncontrollably sprayed into her palm with every cough, rushing up her throat, a rusted wet iron taste, it coated her tongue, instigating a gagging reflex.

Out came a mouth full of that rust flavored liquid.

Veins stretched on the hand that clutched her pendant, trembling, yet refusing to release, it was her only anchor, what kept her rational enough not to cry out in pain.

"Mistress Mozen!" Little Soul had, without permission, rushed out of the bead within her forehead, latching onto her. His little heart was pounding with anxiety as he immediately rubbed her back, hoping to comfort and soothe the demons.

"Mistress...." That sweet little voice, full of honeyed candy, was now washed in bitter concern, crying silent tears. He didn't dare let his weakness cause him to cry, for his own mistress, his Mozen, hadn't even done so.

A silence, with only coughing laid b.a.r.e for a time. A child soothing another, a skin as bones girl seated in a fetal position, exhaling copious amounts of red. As if the whole world bared on her shoulders.

Minutes past, yet these minutes felt like hours to poor Little Soul, as he watch the suffering of his mistress continue, wishing that he was the one there, coughing out blood. Why can't I replace mistress... I want to... but... I... what do I do?

Calling a flag of retreat, the demons had abated, giving Hong Luo much needed rest. She peered down at her own hand, which was now covered in blood and saliva. Her eyes held a trace of disgust, and she bit down on her bottom lip.

Through the blood, she could clearly she what she did not want.

Many a year ago.

Memories from a time long forgotten. Traces of sand that should have long been washed to the oceans depth, hidden under plant life, or inside a belly.

Gracing the clear blue sky, a blazing fire reigned supreme, lighting the world to greet the on coming eve. Small critters, birds, and other creatures, roomed, searching for earthly delights.

Yawning, her eyes misty from waking, a little girl stood in the center or it all, breathing in mornings breath.

Startling the little girl, a large, coarse, yet warm palm stroked the tops of her head. She felt safe and secure under that warmth.

Glancing up at the one whom gave her security, a giant of a man, dressed in white, his smile was kind and his eyes were gentle. She would often look at this face, running after it, kissing it. No matter how she felt, pain, sadness, fear, just looking at him, washed it all away, a magical spell that was just for her.

Coming up from the side, taking hold of her small hand, another figure that gave her assurance appeared. A woman, just as tall, but still smaller than the man. She wore a gentle shade of red, pick butterflies soaring the hems. When ever the cloth would move, it was like watching spring in action.

It was strange though, her eyes were just as kind and gentle as the mans, yet there was no magic. Why was that? Did the man take all the magic for himself she'd wonder.

Gripping both hands in her own, she giggled and laughed. Their warmth touched the deepest part of her heart and soul.

This was when she was the most happy.

When she was at peace.

When it broke...

Her heart trembled, peering at the two who were by her side, her eyes looked on in confusion, wondering if it was just her. Still as kind and gentle, not a hair out of place. Maybe it was in her head?

Her heart trembled again! This time though, it wasn't just her heart, it was the ground.

A yelp exited her mouth. The ground, the grass, what happened to it? Why wasn't it the same? Withering bit by bit, her feet sinking into mud, as a mist takes over the surroundings.

Terrified, reaching out to grab for her support. Grabbing for the gentle and kindness, only to be met with empty air.

Losing her balance she fell into the mud and withered grass.

Why did she fall?

Where did they go?

She looked up, only to scream in silence.

Nothing came out of her throat. She continued to wail as if she didn't notice a thing.

It was natural she would do such a thing. She was terrified! Fear's ugly gripped had tight hold over that small body and mind do to what her eyes were now perceiving.

What was once a beautiful day, was now a nightmares night. Grass which was luscious green, was now without color, rotten and blowing in the wind. Critters which were cute and full of life, have been replaced with mutated rats, eating rotten meat, crows swooping down, eating the rats which still had rotten flesh stuck between their fangs.

Overhead, a monolithic banyan tree. It's greenery was so wide and thick, making the sky seem nonexistent. Underneath its vines, cloaking the sunlight depraved flooring, a litter of corpses, each in different stages of rot.

The little girl tumbling back, tripping over a pile of bones, which had been picked clean. Her bottom lip trembling, her eyes full of tears. Full of fear for those lifeless eyes that stared at her.

Words graced her lips, spilling out as if a waterfall, a waterfall that had long been dried from the core.

Though no sound exited those despairing lips, it was quite easy to know what was trying to be said.

For it was only but a word.

. . .

. . .

Why....

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. . .

"Mistress are you okay?"

Coming to her senses, Hong Luo's head snaps to the side, peering into youthful eyes of concern, a heavy mist was present in those sweet little gems.

She nodded her head, her eyes regaining their focus, the heaviness that was once present was fading back into the abyss.

Stroking Little Soul's head, "Your mistress is fine, don't worry."

Normally he'd be appeased, but he just couldn't let himself be. "Mistress... Little Rain's poison... ahhhhh!"

Hong Luo grabbed the cuties chubby cheeks, stopping his words. "Would your mistress do something she wasn't certain of? Would your mistress gamble when a critical patient waits to be treated?"

Yes, even though, with her own words, it didn't make Nuyun's condition sound bad, yet only she knew how it actually was. If it were someone else as the doctor, they'd have diagnosed it as incurable. Call it a doctor's pride or senseless arrogance, it isn't an overstatement if she were to say, only she can treat such a condition.

She refused to believe that only a few hundred years will let the medical community catch up to her skill set. Only if they let go of their misconceptions, would she believe that.

"Mistress! Don't squeeze! Ow ow ow! Okay Little Soul believes, Little Soul believes!"

Hong Luo nodded her head in satisfaction.

Once she removed her hands from his precious cheeks she winced. "Okay go back into the space and clean up." Blood from her hands had transferred to his squeezable cheek. She didn't like how it looked at all.

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