Chapter 47 Pills
The day Hao Zhelan received her notice of suspension from school, she was already emaciated.
She threw herself into Yu Liao's arms and burst into tears, "Ah Liao, Ah Liao, they all say I'm crazy, am I really crazy?"
Yu Liao gently stroked her messy long hair and said tenderly, "No, Lanlan is very good, she just needs to rest."
His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
A barely perceptible hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
The image gradually blurred.
When Hao Zhelan opened her eyes again, she found herself strapped to an operating table.
The operating room was dimly lit and filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
She struggled in terror, but could not break free of her restraints.
"Yu Liao, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Since dropping out of school, Yu Liao has been using the guise of taking care of her to actually imprison her at home.
Although Hao Zhelan was mentally unstable and often broke down, she wasn't stupid and eventually realized that something was wrong.
The scene before her eyes was even harder to accept than the fact that she was imprisoned. Hao Zhelan let out a terrified scream, which echoed in the empty operating room.
"Lanlan, why can't you be a silly girl? You're too smart, always wanting to run far away, but I only want you to be the butterfly in my palm."
Yu Liao stood beside the operating table, the scalpel in his hand gleaming brightly, his eyes filled with madness.
Hao Zhelan saw her terrified face reflected in the scalpel, and her heart filled with despair. "No!"
She screamed desperately, her voice shattering the silence of the operating room.
But nothing could stop the impending tragedy.
The surgery went smoothly, and Yu Liao removed Hao Zhelan's brain lobe.
He turned his beloved butterfly into a beautiful butterfly specimen.
From then on, the butterfly could no longer fly and was forever trapped in his palm.
...
Lu Yao stared at Hao Zhelan's purple resentment, slowly closed her hands, and clenched them tightly in her palms.
A complex expression flashed in her eyes.
Is this love?
So-called deep affection is nothing more than reckless destruction and selfish possession to the extreme.
It was absolutely terrifying.
Who would dare accept such good fortune?
Zheng Wei's dream lover is such a terrible man.
Zheng Weiruo remains obsessed with Yu Liao, and one night in the future, she will catch Yu Liao committing indecent acts against Hao Zhelan in the hospital room.
Startled, the ward round record book in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
Yu Liao turned around and saw her.
A look of panic flashed across his face, but it was immediately replaced by madness.
“Dr. Yu…” Zheng Wei’s voice trembled, “Senior Hao is…she’s unconscious!”
Yu Liao retorted, "We are lovers, and she will always be mine."
"But she can't express her will at all! This...this is rape!"
Zheng Wei mustered her courage and shouted, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
Yu Liao took off his glasses, revealing red-rimmed eyes, his voice choked with emotion at just the right moment: "Xiao Zheng, I was momentarily bewitched..."
“If the hospital finds out…” He looked up, tears glistening behind his glasses, “who will take care of Zelan? You know she has no family. I promise this is the last time.”
Hao Zhelan, lying in her hospital bed, still had empty eyes, completely unaware of the performance.
On her way home at night, Zheng Wei was still in a daze.
She didn't hear the approaching footsteps behind her.
It wasn't until the moment the handkerchief covered his mouth and nose and the sharp object pierced his waist that he finally understood what kind of person Yu Liao was, but it was too late for regrets.
She was dragged into a cold, dark alley and bled to death.
Lu Yao didn't want Zheng Wei to suffer such a fate in the future.
But restoring Hao Zhelan to health will be no easy task.
Her current appearance is not due to being cursed.
Instead, it's a real accumulation of emotional problems.
Her experiment was secretly sabotaged by Yu Liao.
Under immense pressure from repeated setbacks, his mental state was on the verge of collapse.
Then Yu Liao secretly drugged her, which made her condition worse and her condition deteriorated rapidly.
In the end, Yu Liao took advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention and removed her brain lobe.
Even the finest Tranquilizing Talisman would be ineffective in this situation.
Breaking curses and dispelling evil spirits is Lu Yao's forte; she can even repair damaged brain tissue...
This is beyond her area of expertise.
But she remembered her principles.
That was never a practice of quietude and inaction.
For thousands of years, her path has remained unchanged:
It is not her way to stand by and watch someone die;
To stand by and watch indifferently is not in her nature;
She did not seek to remain aloof and self-sufficient.
She chuckled and shook her head, but had already begun to form a magic seal.
Purple light flowed in her palm.
Fingertips traced lines rapidly in the air, and golden runes appeared in response.
These runes seemed to be imbued with a spirit, dancing gracefully around the purple light cluster, forming a dazzling halo.
After rotating a full ninety-nine times, the rune's radiance gradually dimmed.
As if being swallowed by the ball of light, it merged into it inch by inch.
As the rune energy was injected, the purple light began to undergo a wondrous change.
The rich purple gradually faded, transforming into a lustrous, moon-white radiance.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lu Yao's forehead, her rosy face quickly turned pale, and even her lips became almost transparent.
As the last ray of golden light was completely absorbed, the ball of light suddenly contracted, condensing in mid-air into a delicate and translucent pill, radiating a warm glow.
Lu Yao carefully pinched Hao Zhelan's mouth and stuffed the pill, which was the culmination of her efforts, into her mouth.
...
Hao Zhelan was falling endlessly into a dark, bottomless pit.
She had given up in despair when suddenly a light appeared above her.
A pair of hands caught her steadily and pulled her ashore.
A woman, her robes fluttering, descended before Hao Zhelan, like a fairy descending to earth.
Her snow-white Taoist robe seemed to flow like moonlight.
Hao Zhelan couldn't see her face clearly, but she could feel the compassion and ethereal quality in her gaze.
A voice from the heavens, ethereal and distant, echoed in Hao Zhelan's ears.
That was a piece of advice.
"No one will believe you, so take it slow and steady."
Hao Zhelan woke up trembling and with tears streaming down her face.
She murmured to herself, her voice filled with awe: "It was a goddess... who saved me..."
She was once a top student at a university, and the scenes she saw before losing consciousness made her very clear about what Yu Liao had done to her.
He cut off her brain lobe.
They had performed this surgery together on mice during a lab class.
At that time, she never imagined that one day she would become a victim of this surgery.
This is an irreversible surgery.
The fact that she was able to regain consciousness and reason at this moment is undoubtedly a blessing from God!
Hao Zhelan's body was as weak as a candle in the wind, her legs were weak, and every step she took was extremely difficult.
She stood up shakily, gripping the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, trying to support her swaying body.
She dragged her heavy steps, inching her way toward the window.
The night outside the window was deep, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a cool glow.
Such beautiful moonlight, I haven't seen it in five years...
She leaned quietly against the window, gazing at the bright moon, and tears welled up in her eyes, sliding down her pale, thin cheeks and wetting her clothes.
...
Lu Yao returned to ward 602.
The treatment of Hao Zhelan had consumed eighty percent of her spiritual power, and the stinging pain from the depletion of spiritual power in her meridians made her stagger.
She managed to sit cross-legged, preparing to regulate her breathing and recover.
Suddenly, an unusual fluctuation made her open her eyes abruptly.
The power of merit flowed as usual, but there were also strands of purer golden light mixed in with it.
These points of light, with their warm touch, invigorate the parched meridians the moment they enter the body.
The power of faith can only arise from genuine and heartfelt gratitude.
She slowly raised her hand, looking at the golden halo flowing between her fingers, a hint of daze appearing in her eyes.
This familiar surge of power made her feel as if she had returned to a thousand years ago.
At that time, she held the high position of National Preceptor. People in the common people were grateful for her kindness and voluntarily offered incense, feeling the power of such pure faith every day.
Lu Yao sighed softly, a relieved smile unconsciously curving her lips. "A thousand years later, we can still obtain this item again."
The golden specks danced in her palm, as if responding to her sentiments.
This long-lost power of faith is warmer and more precious than I remember.
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