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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
