Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

The man's sharp cold eyes take in all her changes, not missing a single movement. It appears she does have some skill. Her visible signs of shock and confirmation hold testament. She also seems to be the honest type, her face can't hide a single thought.

A bit of humor passes through him as he observes how open booked she is.

After a proper examination, absorbing all the details, she looks up at the man, her lips curve into a reassuring smile. "You'll feel a warmth enter your body, so don't be alarmed. I shall begin the treatment."

I swear this man must have cashed in his karma points. If he hadn't met me here and now, he'd have gone into shock in less than an hours, then he'd die in six. Inwardly shaking her head in astonishment.

The god of war nods, giving the girl his approval.

She extends her hand to place on his c.h.e.s.t. Her movement gentle and smooth, depicting great care.

Hong Luo keeps her eye on him as she proceeds. Even though this man has allowed her full reign, his caution, like a guarded wolf, is ready to bite her head off with a moments notice.

Even with this in mind, she shows no fear, and makes no mistakes. How can the experienced death defier allow this to effect her? It would ruin her reputation if it did!

This man is startled when she uses spirit energy to enter his body. Yet it isn't the spirit energy itself that shocks him, its the strength and control of it. Like a steady stream, flowing unhindered down the mountain. His lifeless eyes deepen. This girl is much more then what she appears to be. How interesting, even that calmness, makes him feel this girls depths aren't simple.

Small needles of energy form, mending his wounds one by one. Hong Luo's precision is scary, not one move is wasted. First stopping his bleeding, then closing up the wounds, while simultaneously actively stimulating his natural healing process. Soothing out the pain as she moves with fervor.

Inwardly nodding at this girls professionalism. He has been treated by many doctors, some using the same skill set, and yet she is the only one who's treatment left him with not a single tinge of pain. She also seems to be a perfectionist, not one injury has been missed, even old injuries are being re-mended. Leaving a sense of comfort he hasn't felt in days. No in years!

For what feels like hours, soaking in the warmth of her treatment. Peering down at the girl, he winces. Her face is stained with beads of sweat, and her complexion paling faintly. Obviously she's going beyond her limits to treat him, yet she doesn't stop.

A flow of warmth, that shouldn't have appeared, enters his heart at her dedication. This foregoing her own sense caused his heart to itch.

But soon after his eyes dimmed. He knows this is all for not. This is only a temporary relief. Without that being taken care of, what's the point...

He reaches out, drying her sweat with his sleeve. A heart wrenching smile plays in his eyes, the light flickering within. Inside those eyes a battle of life and death rages on. The light dimming ever so.

As time past, his eyes glued to Hong Luo, relishing this small final warmth. The blissful yet tragic feeling deepened by her soft and gentle voice, his feelings concealed by the ancient ice, not effecting his emotionless stature. His focus was heightened on her every word, engraving them to the last syllable.

"I've finished treating your wounds, I'll treat that" strange force next. Before she could finish, her stomach has other plans.

Coughing, she turns her head, hiding her flushed red cheeks. Embarrassed, she yells inwardly, oh my god let me run into a block of tofu and kill myself. Damn you stomach, why must you embarrass me in front of this god. What if he thinks I'm an incompetent doctor, and wishes to send me on my way?

When he saw how this girl that was so serious and confident, suddenly change into a little rabbit, fl.u.s.tered and ready to bolt, that small warmth increases, and his frozen heart gains a crack.

He nearly forgot that death was soon approaching as he reached out, and pets the grieving rabbit on the head.

The man freezes, shocked by his own actions. Hong Luo was equally as shocked.

The two stared at each other, not knowing what to do.

Both coming up with their own reasons. Hong Luo believes he was frustrated with how messy she looked. His pride wasn't letting him speak up. So in frustration, he decided to bite the bullet and fix her messy hair himself.

As for the god of war, his thoughts would make her have a whole new view on life. He believed that since he identified her as a rabbit. Then to make the rabbit feel less fl.u.s.tered, all he needed to do was to pet it, to stop it from running away.

Hong Luo was the first to break the awkwardness. Retreating back, his palm leaving her head, stammering something fierce, "Fish.. I was about to cook a fish. You're welcome to join me. I'll go prepare it now!"

Very awkwardly, standing up as straight as a sword. She turns around to go grab her fish but is greeted by the little devil slowly inching towards the water.

Livid from its valor, Hong luo flashes over, giving it a solid elbow to the gut. Forcing it to faint straight away. The fish dies full of grievances. "How dare you try to escape this little girl. This little girl will fry you up good for your insolence."

Forgetting she was in such an awkward circ.u.mstance, audaciously throws the fish on the flat rock from earlier. Prepared to slice and dice, and yet.

She has nothing sharp. Hanging her head in defeat, what a predicament I'm in.

Hong Luo obviously forgot how she has a space full of things. She's bound to find something sharp in there if she was thinking straight. But sadly she is not.

The god of war who was recovering from his receding warmth, stared listlessly at his empty palm, feeling a sense of loss. Recalling the soft and fragile hair beneath his fingers, a gentle sent that followed, that filled and disturbed his state of mind. Wanting to move his hand to continue his motion and give the softness a few rubs. Yet suddenly it moved away before he could act on his impulse. Irritated he looks up, planning to complain and have his warmth return.

Yet he's greeted with an aggrieved rabbit, its eyes stuck to a fish, looking as if it could cry any second. The scene threw what ever complaints he had to the wind.

Feeling amused he watches the poor rabbit, allowing it to suffer a bit. Her suffering easing some of the bitterness he felt. Could this little rabbit become any cuter? Everything she feels ends up on her face, which is simply adorable.

(Author's Note: Past this point is a side story, I just couldn't resist writing to go along with this chapter.)

The last thoughts of a fish.

Landing on the ground, being mushed under an arrogant foot. "How dare this land jelly man handle this holy one!"

The beast of the deep, the treasured bite, I this holy one, have never been so humiliated!

His vision falling faint by the second, his heart unresolved, he doesn't want to give in! But the lack of life's breath, how can he live without?

When all hope was lost, the jelly foot left his abdomen. His lackl.u.s.ter irises observed how the jelly left him where he lay.

A spark reignites his will to live. He has found his determination!

"This is it!" He exclaims.

His vision locked on his home, he inches his way forward.

Scales being torn by lands blade, devils palm weighing him down, as his life's breath goes astray.

This holy one has always been on the top, never knowing the taste of fear.

Yet now, this bitter taste, for the first time, oh how he wishes to spit out this ghastly bile that holds no form.

Leaving behind a trail, these scars will last him a lifetime. His eyes on the waters edge, how would he care about that? Hope is before his eyes!

Less than half a foot away, his mind spinning. He can already see his home, he can't wait to enter and never leave. This devil's land has left him with an immense trauma that won't fade easily.

Yet he won't have the time to heal that wound, his fantasy of home will be lost.

Just a measly two inches away, his journey came to an end. He fought hard, using his own life's essence in place of life's breath. Even if he touched the waters edge, his life was already all but gone. Now only to be unresolved, in the hands of his conqueror.

This was his last battle, his Final Valor.