Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

Her little Yanliu was outrageous; she deliberately made Cangying feel more pain, hoping to hear him be gentler and make him soften up.

It seems that her little Yanliu was disappointed. Cangying was like a duck that had been dead for several days. Even though he was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain, and the golden dragon scales almost covered his exposed skin, he was still all he could do was be stubborn. He didn't know what it meant to be gentle or to say, "I'm in pain, please be gentle!"

"It doesn't hurt, I can still bear it. Please continue, Your Highness Yanliu!" Cangying, with a pale face, bloodless lips, clenched fists, bulging veins on the back of her hands, and eyes red with pain, slowly and deliberately spoke softly to Yanliu, as if afraid that if she spoke too loudly, she would frighten her and make her feel burdened.

Yan Liu raised an eyebrow and tightened her grip on his bleeding wound: "Can you endure this level of pain?"

What she really wanted to say was, if you can't stand it, just say so. Even gods cry out in pain when they're injured, let alone a dragon who's only three or five hundred years old. It's normal for him to cry out in pain, to cry out in cold, or to cry out in heat.

Cangying groaned, his body tense as a stone, his voice trembling: "I can...I can endure it."

Ginger shreds: "..."

Even the simple phrase, "It hurts a little, be gentle," was too much for Cangying to utter.

What did he consider himself to be? A god, a god who felt no pain, no fatigue, a god who was high above and had no flaws?

A die-hard, an extremely stubborn die-hard, beyond saving, truly beyond saving.

Fortunately, the destined partner he calculated was Hunter, and Hunter had Jiang Dandan. If it were any other single female, what kind of life would she lead without going crazy?

Blood seeped onto Yanliu's fingers, but she didn't want it. The blood flowed down her fingers and onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

Fortunately, the sheets were black, and the crimson blood soaked into them, only making the sheets a little darker and the smell of blood in the room stronger; otherwise, they were no different.

He didn't cry out in pain or ask for a gentler approach. Once again, Yanliu used the blade she had carved from her willow branch to press against another wound on his body, where rotten flesh had split open. With a slight exertion, the blade of the willow branch snapped downwards, and with a forceful scrape, the rotten flesh, oozing black blood and a foul stench, was scraped off.

Cangying's body was taut in a straight line. His entire exposed body, except for the wound on his stomach, was covered in scales.

Each golden dragon scale was as big as three thumbnails, neatly arranged on his body, shimmering with a dazzling golden light, making people's eyes dazzle and be captivated.

Yan Liu had no time to admire the golden dragon scales, but Jiang Si, an onlooker, cast a curious glance at Cangying.

A beast is a beast; its wild and untamed aura is truly awe-inspiring and makes one want to tame it.

She began to understand her family's wicked sense of humor: a large mythical beast, once tamed, becomes Bo Jichen, obedient and automatically finding work to do, like Zhongcheng.

If you can't be disciplined, you're like Cangying—stubborn, arrogant, and aloof, as if everyone owes you a galaxy.

Cangying had several claw marks on his abdomen, each wound rotting and oozing black blood.

With a smile on her lips, Yan Liu looked at the wounds and gently scraped each one with her blade.

After scraping the wound, she didn't treat it immediately or stop the bleeding. She just quietly looked at Cangying.

Cangying's pale lips were bitten until they were almost bloody. His strong willpower and tenacious resistance meant that apart from a muffled groan earlier, he didn't utter a sound of pain again.

Yanliu watched as fresh, bright red blood flowed out. After a long while, she focused her spiritual energy and pressed it onto Cangying's abdominal wound.

The pure and powerful plant-based healing energy instantly covered his wounds and enveloped him, like a warm sun or deep sea water, gradually dissipating his pain, as if he were in the most comfortable light.

Dragon's blood is an extremely yang substance, highly nourishing.

Willows and smoke are extremely yin, lacking yang.

The branches and twigs of the willow are extremely yin and lack yang. Their combat power is not as strong as the willow itself. They can only simply control their own combat, unlike the willow which, when not transformed into a human, can fight autonomously when encountering danger until it defeats and annihilates the enemy.

Compared to the unreliable second egg, Little Branch is actually the true child of Yan Liu. In order not to waste the dragon blood, Jiang Si released Little Branch.

Little Twigs followed the scent to the bed and devoured all the dragon blood that had fallen on it.

The bloody and horrible wounds healed little by little under Yan Liu's spiritual healing power.

The golden scales that had sprung up seemed to be washed away by the warm sun, slowly disappearing from Cangying's body, leaving only some on his face and neck, making him look like a beautiful divine beast that was both noble and evil.

After a while, Yanliu removed her hand, revealing Cangying's smooth stomach, with only muscle and beautiful lines remaining, without any scars or ulcers.

His pale face was now tinged with blood, making it look as if he had been dead for a long time.

Yanliu stood up from the bed and said to Cangying, who was lying on the bed, "Little Golden Dragon cub, your wound has healed. You can get up and get dressed now."

Upon hearing this, Cangying sat up in bed, but his long hair remained on the bed. The black sheets and white hair created a striking contrast, making him appear almost otherworldly.

Cangying put on the black robe he had taken off, fastened the waistband, tied the red belt, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stood up, and bowed to Yanliu: "Thank you for your help, Your Highness Yanliu. Please accept the treatment fee."

Black pearls, white pearls, beautiful and rare shells, priceless minerals, and invaluable gems appeared in basket after basket before Yanliu.

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

Human joys and sorrows are not the same for everyone. Cangying's habit of throwing all sorts of treasures at people needs to be changed. Instead of throwing them at Yanliu, she should throw them at her instead.

Yanliu is someone who lacks social skills and believes that what is given to her is what she deserves. Unless she is truly angry, she will accept anything given to her by anyone.

When Yanliu saw these things, she didn't even blink. All she could think about was, "Oh dear, how much money have I made for my master? This family would starve without me."

She politely said, "This is my treatment fund. Actually, I don't need so much. Just take a basketful."

For some inexplicable reason, Cangying blurted out in an extremely unsteady manner, "Just say one basket is fine, I'll take the rest."

Yan Liu never expected that her casual remark would backfire so badly. This was unacceptable; the difference between a basket and five ore was like the difference between the Abel Galaxy and the Milky Way: "Don't take it, don't take it! You gave it to me, so why would you take it back!"

Cangying hadn't accepted it, but somehow those words just slipped out, and he reached out his hand. Just as he was wondering how to back down, he heard Yanliu speak, so he withdrew his hand, calmed his racing heart, and followed her words, saying, "Your Highness Yanliu is right. There's no reason to take back the treatment money I've given. Please don't think it's too little, and accept these six baskets of treatment money from me!"

"I don't mind at all!" Yan Liu swept baskets of minerals and pearls into her space, as happy as a fish with a seven-second memory. She broke off a willow branch about the length of two middle fingers and handed it to Cangying: "I've cleaned away the rotten flesh for you, and I've also cleaned away 98% of the virus for you, but there are still some zombie viruses in your body. Here, take this branch."

"This branch is rich in spiritual energy. It can nourish your spiritual energy, nourish your body, and clear away viruses. You can wear it on your head or close to your body."

"Based on your current condition of clearing away your emotional distress and weakness, and carrying this willow branch, the toxins should be completely cleared in about 4 to 8 days."

Cangying looked at the willow branch handed to him and thought of the willow branch that had turned to ash yesterday. The two willow branches were no different; they were both emerald green, as if they had turned to jade, and were translucent and beautiful.

"Take it!" Yanliu was in an exceptionally good mood after receiving basket after basket of treasures. Even though Cangying didn't reach for her willow branch, she patiently urged him, reminding him, "Don't worry, this willow branch will clean the virus from your body, and it will disappear automatically without leaving any trace or causing you any trouble!"

If she were given so many treasures every day, she would be willing to be kind and gentle with him and live peacefully, without finding his words offensive or unpleasant.

So you see, her bottom line is so low; she can lower it again and again for money.

Upon hearing that the toxins in his body would be cleared and the willow branch would disappear, Cangying's heart trembled slightly. He reached out and caught the willow branch, politely and somewhat awkwardly saying, "Thank you!"

Yan Liu smiled brightly, "You're welcome, I've already taken the money!"

The implication is that once the money is received, the matter is settled, neither of us owes the other any favors, and neither of us should try to use this as an excuse to cause trouble.

Cangying slightly tightened his grip on the willow branch, and was momentarily stunned by the bright smile on Yanliu's face. He quickly lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, you took the money!"

Seeing that he understood her meaning, Yanliu felt that there was still some hope for him. She stood on tiptoe like an old man or an elder, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said earnestly, "Little Golden Dragon cub, life is short. Don't let your temper get in the way. Making friends and finding a partner to maintain an intimate relationship will help your physical health and relieve your psychological stress."

Cangying stiffened, then leaned back, avoiding Yanliu's hand: "Your Highness Yanliu, please be careful with your words!"

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

It's hopeless, hopeless, really hopeless. This little golden dragon is only suitable to be my legendary, high-and-mighty friend, not my down-to-earth, high-and-mighty friend.

Yanliu was in a good mood after getting the money, and everything seemed lovely to her. She didn't pay attention to what he was saying. "What are you being careful about? I'm a doctor, and you're my patient. I'll definitely explain everything that needs to be done after I treat you, and everything you need to be careful about!"

"If I tell you whether you do it or not, that's your business. If I don't tell you, that would be a breach of medical ethics. So I have to say what I need to say. Whether you do it or not after I've said it is none of my business. Do you understand?"

Cangying avoided her gaze: "I understand, I've remembered it, thank you Your Highness Yanliu."

Yan Liu waved her hand, her smile growing even brighter: "Don't be so polite. Call me again next time you need this much money for treatment, and I'll go through fire and water for you!"

It would be foolish not to make money when there is money to be made, especially since the person in front of her is the High Priestess of the Deep Sea, who has plenty of money and treasures that can be exchanged for money. He is her source of wealth and her premium VIP client!

Jiang Si, who had been observing all along, coughed lightly and said, "Yan Liu, after you heal Cangying, tell him whose egg he's hatching now!"

Cangying's eyes suddenly darkened, becoming as deep as the ocean. He still wanted to take the egg back.

Yanliu exclaimed, "That egg is mine, what's wrong, Master?"

Ginger shreds: "..."

Well, the explanation for conditioned reflexes is unclear now.

Cangying's eyes lit up.

No, she needs to be saved again.

Jiang Si spoke up again: "What I mean is, is the egg that Cangying hatched related to him?"

Yan Liu spoke even faster than before: "It doesn't matter. That egg is mine. What does it have to do with him? I told him long ago that it has nothing to do with me, and he knows it himself."

"And it wasn't me who begged him to incubate the eggs for me; he offered to do it himself. He said he would leave after the eggs hatched so as not to cause me any trouble, so I gave him the eggs. Otherwise, I could have incubated them myself!"

Little Green Dragon Egg: "..."

If the original owner hadn't been here, it would have believed that Aunt Yanliu would really incubate the eggs, instead of it shamelessly clinging to her little belly.

“Yes, once I hatch the egg, whatever is inside, I will not fight with you for it.” Cangying lowered his eyes, concealing the expression in them: “Lady Jiang Si, you don’t need to worry. What is yours will always be yours. I’m just hatching it!”

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

He wandered around and around, measured the dimensions himself, dug a hole with a shovel, lay down in it, and buried himself in the soil.

This is unbelievable, truly unbelievable, beyond saving, beyond redemption.

Oh well, whatever, whatever. In the end, she's not the one who's crying.

Jiang Si straightened up: "Fine, I've said all I need to say. If you don't believe me, that's fine, but let me make this clear from the start: no matter what hatches from this egg, you have to return it to me and not harm it in the slightest."

Cangying replied in a deep voice, "That's natural."

Jiang Si exhaled a breath of stale air: "Little Yan Liu, let's go. I'll take you to find something that's both profitable and fun."

Yan Liu immediately came to Jiang Si's side, her voice both obedient and soft: "Okay, Master, let's go!"

Cangying escorted them all the way out of the hospital before turning back to his room. He stood before the nest, gazing at the little azure dragon egg inside. After a long while, just as he was about to reach out and take it out, Quanjian arrived like a gust of wind: "High Priest! High Priest..."

Cangying covered the little green dragon egg with the soft blanket again, and looked at Quanjian who had suddenly appeared without even knocking: "Your Majesty, what about the rules?"

Quanjian felt a chill run down her spine and quickly retreated to the doorway. She knocked three times before sweetly asking, "High Priest, are you free? May I come in?"

Cangying: "!!!!"

It was his mistake not to teach the child well.

Fortunately, she's still young, so we can teach her more!

Cangying stood with one hand behind his back and the other behind his back, his tall and upright figure asking, "Come in, what brings you here?"

Quan Jian rushed in and stood before his High Priest, gazing at him with starry eyes: "High Priest, you told me in the Troia Empire that my destined partner would come to my side, but I haven't seen him yet, and I haven't found him!"

"So... is it possible that you miscalculated my destined partner, and that it's not a male but a female, a female as beautiful as an angel?"

Cangying's face turned cold, exuding an imposing aura without anger: "Your Majesty, please be careful with your words and refrain from speaking nonsense. How could your partner be female instead of male?"

Quanjian shuddered slightly, then weakly replied, "Anything is possible; nothing is absolute!"

Cangying's voice was as deep as the sea: "As for your destined partner, there is no possibility as you say. I have calculated your destined partner, and he is right beside you. You and he are extremely well-matched, a match made in heaven."

A match made in heaven?

That sounds so high-class and sophisticated.

But the beauty of the willows and mist made Quanjian unable to extricate himself, and he felt that he could still be saved.

She looked at Cangying, still unwilling to give up, and said, "My destined partner is right beside me. There's really no way he could be female instead of male. High Priest, could you please calculate it for me again?"

She used to believe that her destined partner was right beside her, but now she doesn't. She doesn't see anyone around her who resembles her destined partner.

Not to mention that they were all ugly and deformed, there was that ugly bastard Fu Huan hanging around her, and even her destined partner was scared away by him.

Cangying frowned slightly, insisting on her calculations: "Your Majesty, your partner is right beside you, and you spend every day together. When the time is right, you will have many children with him, and give birth to at least 10 little mermaids!"