Yan Yuchen's mood is finally improving. Yan's father has thankfully recovered from the danger, having only suffered a knife wound. After a week of rest, both his spirit and body are gradually recovering, although he still cannot get out of bed. Mother Yan,on the other hand, has some internal injuries, coupled with her originally frail health, making her condition the most severe among the three.
Fortunately, she has some skills in regulating her internal energy and, combined with hospital medication, her situation is manageable. As for Yan Xiaoxi, she has the lightest injuries, but the conspicuous scar on her left cheek weighs heavily on her heart, causing her daily distress.
The doctor could heal the wound but couldn't restore it to its original state. According to the doctor, the scar might stay with her for a lifetime unless she opts for cosmetic surgery, but even that is not a guarantee.
When the cruel outcome is delicately explained by the doctor, Yan Xiaoxi, lying on the bed, turns pale. The atmosphere in the room becomes heavy, and neither Yan's father nor mother can find comforting words.
Yan Yuchen, standing by the window, turns to look outside, unable to bear witnessing his younger sister's sorrow. He tries to console her, suggesting that the small wound can be hidden with a band-aid, but his words sound feeble.
After the medical staff leaves the room, Yan Xiaoxi bursts into tears. Yan Yuchen hurries to hold her, attempting to speak, but his throat feels dry, unsure of what to say. He pats her shoulder affectionately, and a surge of hatred grows within him.
Father Yan and mother gaze sadly at the scene, feeling immense pain. The intermittent crying continues until late at night, and Yan Xiaoxi finally falls into an exhausted sleep.
Yan Yuchen covers her with a blanket, holds her soft hand silently, then turns to his parents, saying, "Dad, Mom, from now on, we're always a family, okay?" Father Yan is surprised, asking for clarification.
Yan Yuchen lowers his head, his voice trembling but determined, "I want to marry Xiaoxi."
Father Yan is taken aback and looks at mother Yan. She smiles approvingly, nodding, "Of course, we actually already thought so. Your dad wouldn't have gone to such lengths to arrange for you two to share a room if he didn't have that in mind. It was for your well-being, but it certainly won't harm Xiaoxi."
Father Yan fell silent for a moment, sighing, "Xiaoxi's family holds a prominent position in the Sunset Valley. Initially, her parents were willing to send her to us because of the favor we owed them. At that time, you were in a life-threatening situation, and Master Zhuang said we needed a girl to help you, so... sigh, over these years, we owe Xiaoxi's family too much. If you can marry her in the future, your mother and I will consider it a repayment to her parents."
As the three talked, they were unaware that the girl lying with closed eyes on the bed had tears quietly streaming down her face.
When father Yan and mother Yan were both asleep, Yan Yuchen closed the door, lay on the outermost empty bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, contemplating.
Qingya silently drifted in through the window, respectfully stating, "Young Master, you might not be aware, but the 'Soul Cultivation Technique' mentioned in that book says that once the soul reaches the Spirit Communication stage, the body can absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. At that point, not only can the soul practice techniques, but the body can too. Forget just removing a small scar—even if an arm is severed, as long as you use your mana, it can be restored."
Yan Yuchen suddenly sat up, gripping its neck, his voice trembling, "Really?"
Qingya urgently coughed, "Absolutely true, how dare I deceive you, Young Master? Please let go, I can barely breathe..."
Yan Yuchen patted his head, released him, and excitedly said, "I was really foolish. I'm no longer an ordinary person now. It's just a small scar, and I almost despaired. Indeed, as long as I cultivate successfully, my sister's face can definitely be restored!"
Qingya cautiously stepped back, saying, "Young Master, these days you haven't gone out to practice, and that girl seems to be having nightmares again. Unfortunately, I can't enter her dreams now, even though she's much better with your aura inside. She's just experiencing habitual illusions in her dreams. With determination, she can surely dispel them; in the end, it depends on her."
Yan Yuchen thought for a moment, saying, "I can only do this much. I can't always help her. Now that her spirits have recovered, and my aura is guarding her inside, ordinary evil spirits surely can't enter. Her dreams are just habitual illusions. As long as she has perseverance, she can overcome them. Ultimately, it depends on her."
Qingya nodded and indignantly added, "Young Master, I found those bastards who beat me last time. When do we go for revenge?"
Yan Yuchen replied, "Let's wait a few more days. Given what happened, I don't dare to leave temporarily."
"Oh," Qingya sighed disappointedly. About to mention something else, the door was suddenly pushed open. A petite and lively-looking nurse peeked in, her eyes lighting up when she saw Yan Yuchen. She swiftly entered.
"Hey, so you're here! I searched the neurology ward everywhere but couldn't find you. Seems like you not only have a neurological problem but also some other illness. Oh, how pitiful."
The nurse closed the door and approached Yan Yuchen's bed, chattering away.
Yan Yuchen frowned at her, saying, "Lower your voice. Can't you see someone is sleeping? What do you want by coming here?"
The nurse shook her head, "Nothing in particular. I just felt bored at night and wanted to find someone to talk to, sleep a bit, discuss life's ideals."
Finishing her words, she approached him, fluttering her big eyes, and whispered, "Can I sleep with you? I'll be inside, and you can hide me, okay?"
Before Yan Yuchen could respond, the nurse immediately kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, lifted his blanket, and squeezed in. She tightly embraced his body, burying her little head on his chest.
Yan Yuchen was dumbfounded by this bizarre situation. Before he could react, the door was pushed open again, and two nurses rushed in, looking at him, saying, "Did you see a girl running in here? We're neurology ward nurses. That girl has some mental issues; she likes to run around and play nurse. You..."
Before they could finish speaking, they noticed something bulging under Yan Yuchen's blanket moving.
"Indeed hiding here! Xiao Mei, be good, come back to the ward with us."
The two nurses, without hesitation, uncovered Yan Yuchen's blanket and took away the girl named Xioa Mei.
Xiao Mei panicked, vigorously kicking her legs, crying out, "I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back! I want to play with ghosts. There's a little green-faced ghost here, so cute, sobbing..."
As Xiao Mei's cries faded into the distance, Yan Yuchen finally reacted. His face changed slightly, and he asked, "Qingya, can she see you?"
Qingya, equally wide-eyed, wore a look of astonishment.
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