Chapter 36 I wish that people in the world would be free of disease. It doesn’t matter if the medicine on the shelf is covered with dust…

After Yiran left, Baizhu opened the bags on the cabinet beside him. One bag contained coconut milk jelly for Qiqi, and the other bag contained a bowl of crystal clear apricot fruit soup.

Changsheng: "Hmm... I feel like it's for you. It smells like herbs. Try it."

Since Baizhu was still suffering from the relapse of his illness and was unwilling to put down his guests' affairs and go into the house to take medicine and recuperate, Changsheng was somewhat eager to hope that this bowl of soup could make Baizhu feel better.

Baizhu: "Qingxin, Liuli Bag, Sugar, Sunset Fruit, Mint to dispel wind and heat, Cecilia to treat sore throat... and some Slime Gel, Mr. Ran is really thoughtful."

Changsheng: "This isn't the first time you've shown yourself weak in front of him. You can't keep the contract a secret from everyone."

It complained and finished what it had been interrupted to say: "I've already told you, if you continue to recklessly give your life to others to treat difficult and complicated diseases, you won't have many years left to live. How can anyone bear so many complicated diseases impacting their body?"

Bai Zhu: "I am a doctor, and there is a life that can be saved..."

Changsheng: "Then you have no reason not to save me. I know, I know. You have said this countless times. Drink this soup and take a rest. If you can't hold on any longer, I won't be able to help you."

Baizhu brought the Qiongyu fruit soup to the table next to the bedroom and took a sip. The fragrance of flowers and fruits instantly invaded the taste buds. The small pieces of sunset fruit that were slowly simmered over low heat had a soft texture and melted in the mouth. The addition of rock sugar also covered up the bitterness of the various herbs.

Slowly, a gentle warm current passed through Baizhu's veins. He felt as if the pain in his body was suppressed a little, and his mind was relaxed a lot. He looked at the bowl of fruit soup with a look of surprise and doubt, and whispered to himself:

"Mint...Cecilia...Is this the effect of these herbs combined?"

I have made Qiongyu fruit soup before, but it usually only has the simple effect of clearing away heat and reducing internal heat. This soup only adds some ingredients that I know and am familiar with, but the effect is very different.

Changsheng asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Bai Zhu paused and shook his head. He could feel that his body was recovering in a good direction. The hundreds of herbs he had tasted over the years also made him sure that there was indeed nothing else added to the soup.

He said nothing and drank the rest of the soup.

When he had cleared the dishes and was about to sit back on the bed to rest, he suddenly felt an even more intense pain burst out from his chest, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart, impacting every nerve in his body.

His legs went limp and he subconsciously held onto the cabinet beside the bed with one hand while he suddenly covered his chest with the other hand.

There were no outsiders around, and Bai Zhu did not hide his painful expression at all. His lips were bitten hard, but they were still pale. Drops of cold sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, slid down to the hair beside his ears, or to the tip of his nose and chin, and then fell to the ground.

Changsheng was startled, his pink pupils showing fear and doubt: "What's going on?! It's that bowl of soup..."

Bai Zhu took out the handkerchief he had prepared in his arms and wiped it around his mouth. Red blood soaked the silk cloth. He forced himself to sit back on the bed and shook his head slightly, interrupting Changsheng's doubts. He didn't know what he felt, and there was even a hint of warmth mixed with surprise in his eyes:

"My body is always like this. Shouldn't Changsheng be used to it by now?"

It’s just... Bai Zhu’s expression just now seemed to look more painful than usual. Changsheng didn’t say anything. He used his own strength to carefully feel Bai Zhu’s body, intending to find a way to heal him.

???

What shocked Changsheng was that although Baizhu's body looked extremely weak on the outside, a strong misty blue vapor suddenly appeared inside, eroding and swallowing up the long-accumulated strains of toxins.

The viruses suffered a fierce attack that ignored all defense mechanisms. Like weak, hunted monsters, they launched a final counterattack before death, madly attacking the owner of this body, but were quickly blocked by the spreading mist, completely absorbed and purified.

Those toxins were absorbed and transformed by the mist, and the entire mist turned from a light aqua blue to a vibrant green. Finally, they quietly spread within Baizhu's meridians, responsible for continuously nourishing his broken body.

Bai Zhu's expression had obviously eased a lot. He looked at Chang Sheng who was standing by his neck with his mysterious golden snake eyes, and asked incredulously: "You saw it too?"

“…”

Changsheng is an immortal snake that has lived for thousands of years. Although his strength and memory have been greatly reduced, he also knows that Baizhu's physical weakness is not an ordinary difficult disease, but a weakness that has been exchanged for countless illnesses through the power of the contract.

It can slowly recuperate and keep Baizhu alive, but it can never completely clear out the toxins in his body all at once, nor can it completely relieve him from the death-like pain he is enduring.

But this bowl of amaranth soup did it, and that white-haired man did it.

Not only that, he also transformed the viruses that originally meant pain into vitality...

What level of ability is this? If I were in my prime, would I be able to do this...?

Changsheng thinks so.

It glanced at Bai Shu, who was already lost in thought, and its originally joyful mood slowly began to fade. Its tone became somewhat sad again, and it complained:

"Even if a miracle healed your body and injected vitality into you, it wouldn't be long before you exchanged it all away under the pretext of a benevolent doctor's theory. You would still be half-dead and relying on me for survival."

Bai Zhu carefully felt the operation of the contract, his expression was a little strange, he said helplessly:

"But... this excess vitality seems to be overriding our contract and cannot be used by me."

Changsheng's snake pupils lit up instead, "That is to say..."

Bai Zhu's voice was still a little weak, but his tone was gentle:

"That is to say, this vitality will always remain in my body, and the contract can only use the remaining vitality. I may become weaker in the future, but with this vitality as a guarantee, you don't have to worry about me dying unexpectedly in the future."

Changsheng: "Huh, what are you talking about? Didn't you say you wanted to pursue true immortality? I won't let you die anyway, you just have to suffer more."

The dim candlelight shone on Bai Zhu's gold-rimmed glasses, leaving a shadow. He lowered his head and looked at the bowl of apricot fruit soup:

"Yes, with such a miraculous method that defies the will of heaven, it is only natural that he should bear some due consequences... That's how it was originally supposed to be."

He slightly narrowed his eyes, hiding the complicated expression in his eyes, and smiled again as he spoke:

"It seems that I should give Mr. Ran a 10% discount on the Eternal Life Incense."

Changsheng affirmed, although he didn't know the other party's motives or why he possessed such a supernatural power. He wondered if it was some unheard-of immortal or demon god in Liyue who came to help. They all felt grateful for this favor.

Even if Bai Zhu was greedy enough to pursue immortality, cut off the inheritance of this contract, and keep himself alive, he should not seek this possibility in the fusion of countless torturous diseases.

Perhaps... in this unique vitality, one can also find the possibility of eternal life, Changsheng thought.

…

Without leaving the hall, Yiran walked slowly towards the direction of Diqing Pavilion.

His body also felt a slight discomfort, as if the rules of Teyvat were dissatisfied with what he had done, dissatisfied with his reckless use of authority that did not belong to him, but because his actions were too insignificant, or for some other reason, no drastic action was taken.

In fact, Yiran did consume a lot of rule power, and this behavior was not entirely in his plan.

After all, he can transform the disease in Baishu's body into vitality, and Baishu can give vitality to others and transfer the pain to himself. Once this process falls into a cycle, it is very likely to cause large-scale rebellion against life and death, touch the authority of the Rule of Death, and reverse the original fate of a large number of people in Teyvat.

I have high doubts as to whether this will cross the line of justice.

At least for now, his physical discomfort and depressed feelings made this clear.

Ignoring the unpleasant and uncomfortable feeling, Yiran smiled softly. This action at least helped him to feel out the possible dangers. To what extent his power could change the rules and where the bottom line was, it wouldn't be a big loss.

Of course, the most important reason why he did this was...just because he wanted to.

Yiran calmed down the dullness in his body, turned his head to look at Bushilu in the distance. As if he could feel Baizhu's illness gradually being cured, his expression softened a lot.

No one is born to sacrifice for others, and doctors should have their own selfish desires and wishes, but above the greed of saving people, saving themselves, and saving longevity, there is still an unreserved and clear medical heart.

...Some people pursue the "poisonous technique" of drinking poison to quench thirst, regardless of their own suffering, and only wish that there would be no more diseases in the world. Naturally, there must be people who wish that doctors no longer have to endure pain, and safely walk on that difficult path that is watched and prayed for by countless people.

…

In front of the door of Diqing Pavilion, the breeze casually swept through the almost non-existent dust. The leaves of the trees above the door touched and rubbed each other. A brown puppy lay on the stone floor in front of the store next door and yawned lazily.

There were still few people in this corner and everything was very quiet, but Yiran walked slower and slower and finally stopped not far from the door of Diqing Pavilion, just like the last time he heard a man and a wolfhound fighting outside the store.

This time was different. The atmosphere in the store was quiet and harmonious, but I had a vague feeling that it might be very noisy inside.

He frowned, straightened his cuffs, put his tangled hair back behind him, and then gently pushed open the door.

His force was not very strong, and he even deliberately concealed his aura so that he could see the situation clearly at the first moment and be prepared to respond.

Logically speaking, the rest area prepared for customers in the store is remote enough for Yiran to enter the store without being noticed by the customers inside.

But... in just the moment the door opened, in the moment when Yiran's eyes could see the entire store, a hint of red gold at the corners of his eyes had already looked over, colliding with the gentle misty blue.

Yiran's steps towards the door stopped for half a second. Then, he pursed his lips slightly, and soon he smiled as approachable as usual, and walked into his shop calmly and confidently.

The wooden tea table by the side window still had a faint scent of tea and was emitting hot steam. Zhong Li gently placed the teacup on the table. He didn't know what he saw, but his eyes never left the clean and gentle white-haired man.

Following Zhongli's line of sight, Fenric and Tartaglia also turned their heads and looked at Yiran who was walking towards the crowd.

They both stood up at the same time.

There was obvious joy in Fenric's eyes, but for some reason he did not speak immediately.

Tartaglia had already spoken. He raised his hand and asked with a smile:

"Hey, Mr. Ran, you're finally back. I haven't seen you for a long time. Did you go somewhere?"

Not long after Kong went to Jueyunjian to look for the immortal, Dadalia heard that Yiran had been released. Although he didn't know the specific situation, it saved him from worrying.

...If Fenric still can't find his master, he might cause a big commotion in Liyue Harbor.

But after that he didn't see Yiran for a long time.

Yiran responded: "I went to visit some new friends."

He looked at Emperor Rock King who also stood up to greet him.

He smiled and said, "It's rare to have new customers in the store."