To think that even Luo Wuyou, at the cost of her life, had never managed to reach this point before.
Lin Ran's heart was filled with rage and worry as he carefully carried Luo Yao to the bed and began tending to her with meticulous care.
Watching Luo Yao in deep slumber, Lin Ran couldn’t help but compare her now to the little girl she once was.
Guilt gnawed at him. Would she have been better off if he had never returned?
But what he didn’t know was that without him, Luo Yao might have lost all motivation and given up entirely.
Throughout her growth, Lin Ran had been her most steadfast driving force…
Overcome with self-reproach, Lin Ran gazed at Luo Yao’s pale face and silently vowed to protect her at all costs.
When the private doctor received the news, he was startled.
Having worked at the estate for so long, he had seen servants fall ill, the butler poisoned, and even Lin Ran injured—he’d witnessed all kinds of situations.
But Luo Yao getting hurt? This was a first.
He knew just how special Luo Yao was—and how grave this situation could be.
Soon, Yi Siyin arrived at the main villa.
Standing at the door, he hesitated before stepping inside.
"Young Master Lin, I wouldn’t dare treat Miss Luo myself. I’ve already called for my sister—she’ll be here shortly. Please wait just a little longer."
Yi Siyin was worried for his own life. After all, Luo Yao had androphobia—an aversion to men.
Aside from Lin Ran, the only other man allowed near her was the butler.
The entire estate staff, apart from the bodyguards, was female—including the assistant team at Luo Corporation. Not a single other man was permitted.
He had no intention of provoking Luo Yao’s wrath and risking his life by barging in recklessly.
Lin Ran understood Yi Siyin’s fear. The hesitation and dread in the doctor’s eyes made it clear—everyone in this unique environment tread carefully around Luo Yao’s condition.
"A life is at stake. Are you really going to stand by and do nothing?"
Yi Siyin shook his head frantically. "No, no! I can see Miss Luo’s condition isn’t life-threatening for now. But if I were to examine her wounds, then it might become life-threatening—for me."
Hearing that Luo Yao wasn’t in immediate danger eased Lin Ran’s tension slightly.
"Then leave us for now."
His voice was soft, almost a whisper, resonating heavily in the silent room.
Yi Siyin exhaled in relief and quickly ushered the others out, leaving only Lin Ran and the unconscious Luo Yao behind.
Once they were alone, Lin Ran took a deep breath. His hands trembled slightly as he gently loosened Luo Yao’s clothing.
Every movement was deliberate, as though handling the most precious treasure in the world—one wrong touch, and she might shatter.
When the gruesome wounds came into view, Lin Ran’s breath hitched.
His eyes reddened instantly. The lacerations crisscrossed her fair skin, some deep enough to expose bone, others still oozing blood. They looked like savage trenches carved into her flesh.
It was hard to imagine how Luo Yao had endured such injuries long enough to return to him.
Though the wounds had been rinsed, the journey had reopened them.
Dried blood clung to the edges, only to be washed away by fresh rivulets—the sight of crimson stung Lin Ran’s eyes.
"Luo Yao, do you know? I’ve seen you again—just as adorable as you were in childhood. If I could, I’d bear this pain for you. Maybe, in this journey of life, we’re each other’s salvation."
His fingers traced her wounds with a feather-light touch as he whispered his thoughts aloud.
His voice cracked with emotion, every word laden with love and anguish.
His gaze softened, pouring every ounce of his feelings into that silent exchange, as if willing her to feel them too.
He stayed by her side, murmuring to her, until Yi Buhuo finally arrived at the villa.
Snapping back to reality, Lin Ran hastily covered Luo Yao and called them in.
Yi Siyin made the introductions.
"Young Master Lin, this is my sister, Yi Buhuo. Her medical skills are on par with mine—let her examine Miss Luo."
There was pride in his voice; he had full confidence in his sister’s abilities.
Lin Ran nodded at Yi Buhuo, his eyes brimming with hope and trust.
To him, doctors were sacred—guardian angels who mended lives and eased suffering.
Yi Buhuo, well aware of the woman’s identity before her, didn’t dare slack.
Approaching the bed, she first studied Luo Yao’s complexion and expression before conducting a thorough examination.
A master of traditional medicine, her skills were near-perfect.
Her slender fingers rested on Luo Yao’s wrist, sensing the pulse. Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes darkening with concern.
The wounds were superficial—by all logic, they shouldn’t have caused such a severe state.
She checked the pulse again, more intently this time. After a long pause, her frown deepened.
"Miss Luo’s injuries are from what appear to be animal claws. They aren’t fatal, so she shouldn’t be unconscious like this."
Her quiet words hung in the air, laced with puzzlement.
Lin Ran pressed urgently, "Animal claws? How could there be wild beasts in the city? Then what’s wrong with Yao Yao now?"
His anxious stare bore into Yi Buhuo, desperate for answers.
After another careful pulse reading, Yi Buhuo explained.
"From what I can tell, she was already weakened by her injuries when emotional distress caused a blockage in her heart meridian. That’s why she remains unconscious. With proper care, she’ll recover—but only she knows what’s troubling her."
"You’re the doctor—can’t you tell?"
Lin Ran’s voice was edged with desperation, his worry palpable.
Yi Buhuo sighed. "I’m a physician, not a fortune-teller. I can’t divine what upset her so deeply."
Her skills were formidable, but even she had limits.
She applied the Yi Family’s unique golden wound ointment to Luo Yao’s injuries and prescribed a formula to disperse stagnation.
Since the herbs were traditional, the estate already had them—and Uncle Fu personally prepared the concoction.
His standards for medicinal quality were exacting; every ingredient was handpicked for perfection.
Yet even after hours of brewing, Luo Yao still hadn’t stirred.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
