Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

Along the way, she picked up lowly herbs and gems, in hope to sell them. She's terribly broke. The money she has in her space can't be used in this continent, not unless she melts it down.

Hong Luo "..." Do you think this lazy fool has time for that? So of course she won't, just do the second best thing! Raid the forest and sell it down past the root!

Setting foot outside the trees, her eyes are greeted by a body of water. The outer rim encircles a good distance. Bordered by trees, the water must flow from underground.

Nodding her head, this place seems to suit her needs perfectly. With her spirit energy she can easily determine there are plenty of fish for the taking. "Looks like I'm having meat today."

Drool escapes her lips. Wiping it away, she looks around. Now where do I find... ah! She picks up a relatively large flat stone, pushing it a bit a ways from the shore.

Looking at the rock in satisfaction, Hong Luo breathes in letting out a loud 'Ha.' Setting off in a sprint, she dives her way into the water with gusto. Come little fishy fish, I'm having meat tonight!

. . .

Meanwhile, a bloody man, with his face hidden behind a mask, stops to rest on a thick tree branch.

With each breath, a coldness seeps into the air. The birds that were happily chirpy and the small critters have all vanished. Seeming to have a natural understanding, knowing there are some curiosities that should never be met.

Without warning, the mask on his face breaks into pieces, landing in his palm, his face now in full view.

Appearing to be in his late twenties with a well defined structure. His skin like a jade, fair without blemish. From his broad chin, to those thin c.h.e.s.tnut lips, curving that proud nose, past his deep phoenix eyes, up to his smooth and pore-less forehead.

Dr.a.p.ed under those butterfly lashes, that swayed as if a fan beckoning the on coming breeze, were cold and dark eyes. Hidden within those deep waters, pools of blood ripple from the center out, coating the darkness with a hue of deep crimson, as enchanting as a devil, yet just as sinister and foreboding.

This man dr.a.p.ed in a black robe, soaked with blood trailing down the hems, his fair skin was also not spared from the senseless blood shed, stared blankly at the broken mask, which laid in in pieces in his palm.

Peering deeply at the broken shards, his eyes narrow. A sense of disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e seems to ripple in those irises.

Decisively, he uses his essence energy and turns the mask to dust. This sudden use, caused the man to cough vigorously. Some blood comes up as consequence.

Wiping away the blood, that wooden face paling by the second.

He hunches over, like an old tree, that won't survive winter's end.

His posture suddenly straightens, moving slightly to the side, with but a single breath of time, he stands by water's edge.

Hit by a wave of dizziness, he's forced to stumble. The air around seems to shake as his knee kissed the dirt. The demons in this mans eyes are deep and vicious. It takes all his will just to lift his head to glance at the mirrored edge.

Taking deep breaths, the shaking slowly comes to a halt.

Dipping his hands in, the refreshing water slides down his throat, soothing his stressed out nerves.

From afar, this man with the bearing of a warrior, would stir any harden soldiers core. Knowing full well this man isn't long for this world. Giving a silent pray for restful sleep.

In the next moment something alerts the bloody man into falling away from the water. Managing to not go far, dizziness rushes through him again, forcing him to stumble down once more.

He lifts his head in time to see a giant fish, half the size of a grown man, fly out the water. Beaten to a pulp it landed not too far from him on the grass near the shore. It appears the poor fish was locked in an intense battle, where his luck ran dry.

Following the fish, a petite girl jumps out of the water. Landing opposite of the fish, in a victory pose, one foot on the fish, and hands fisting her h.i.p.s.

"And there you have it, fish verse man. The winner, in a landslide defeat, is I, Hong Luo, the champion of fish fighting!" Laughing out loud, clearly proud of herself, about to pick up her winnings, but suddenly she freezes.

Holy mother, who is this perfect persona of the god of war, radiating pure manliness? How can such a man exist? I think he's even better than a god, is this fair to god?

She blinks twice, pondering. Well who cares, gods not fair anyways. Even though her thoughts were not appropriate at this time, they didn't make it to her face, leaving the man unawares.

Snapping out of her daze, she palms her face.

"Hey there how's it going!" Waving at the man. Manners, gotta great the stranger, to avoid the danger!

[Mistress, I believe it's called stranger danger. You aren't suppose to greet but walk away.] Little Soul corrects his mistress, shaking his head while he was at it. Why is my Mozen so silly?

[Are you sure? Mine sounds correct!] Hong Luo response with total certainty.

The bloody man, not privy to their conversation, stares silently.

[See mistress, if it worked, why isn't he responding to you-] Little Soul is cut off by Hong Luo's 'wait.'

[The God of War is injured!] She can clearly see how hazy and lifeless his eyes are. There is an aura of death on him!

Those outer wounds covering him in blood may look quite terrifying, but that isn't what makes this dire. Internal bleeding, poisoning, qi deviation, and something else I can't discern with just my eye. What I do know is he needs immediate attention, otherwise...

Her inner doctor wakes up, rearing into action. She abandons her meal ticket without hesitation, rushing to the god of war's side.

In light of the situation, she actually doesn't look all too good herself. Her face has a few nicks, but ultimately untouched. But the rest of her body has wounds here and there, with her already raggy clothes in tatters from her fight with the fish. She looks more like beggar then she did before!

The man strategically avoids Hong Luo's touch, emanating a killer intent. Clearly a reaction of a highly cautious man.

But does this scare off Hong Luo?

Nope, she's a weird one. Seeing his killer intent as further proof of him being a god of war. Becoming more impressed with this man that's better than a god.

Very concerned over his condition, speaking up in a professional manner, neither rushed nor panicked, "Forgive this lowly one for her appearance. This lowly one is a doctor. With clear eyes, this lowly one knows you are heavily injured, internally and externally. Poisoning is also present. If not treated soon, even if this lowly one were a god, your ancestors will be greeting the gate. What say you?"

Her meaning was evident. Will you die without trying, or will you take the risk?

The two stare at each other, neither giving an inch.

The bloody man, that Hong Luo has slapped with the god of war title, observes this young girl that claims to be a doctor. Looking to be no older than twelve. Though that could be easily explained if her growth was stunted. With his strong eyes, he can easily see her body suffers from malnutrition, covered in old wounds. Obviously this girl hasn't lived a charmed life, yet her eyes are full of energy, positive and pure, holding traces of wisdom located in those depths which surpass her age. A wave of interest sparks in those lifeless eyes of his, but is quickly frozen by the glacial that's frozen his heart.

In the time it takes to seep tea, the god of war halts his killing intent and lets this young doctor take a look at him. He knows his body better then anyone, he's in bad shape. What more can she do that's already been done. He's already resigned to his fate.

With the man relaxing his guard, Hong Luo gently takes hold of his wrist.

As I thought, internal bleeding, poisoning, but this is qi deviation? There's a secondary force inside him taking advantage of his weakness, making his essence lose control. While his body is in such a mess I can't identify this force.

Hong Luo heaves a heavy sigh. I'm going to have to break my back to fix this man up.

But what doctor out there gives up on a patient just cause its a little more troublesome to treat them. Any doctor that does is a quack, I don't care how talented they are, or if they have a great reputation. A quack is a quack. Just go jump in a hole and burn to death, or this doctor will find you and let you know why death is referred to as a blessing!

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Author's note: In case of theft. This is an original -English- novel done by yours truly [MyKataren]. This author will state here and now, oh ye thief of old, thanks for the free advertis.e.m.e.nt!

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