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“Anxin, what do you mean by that look?” Lin You shivered under my gaze, shaking slightly before suddenly clapping her hands. “You’re not seriously saying you’ve developed a crush on me, are you?”
“…”
“Anxin, let me tell you, even though we’ve known each other for so long and are practically inseparable, I’m straight.” Lin You noticed me glancing at her chest and immediately took a few steps back. “And your Chu Fan would kill me. I barely made it past the Ghost Gate; you wouldn’t want to be the reason for my demise, would you?”
She mentioned the Ghost Gate, and my heart sank. Although that incident was in the past, I knew I owed her a debt of life.
But despite my thoughts, our long-standing dynamic had become a habit. I boldly lunged at her, hugging her tightly and lifting her chin with one hand, teasingly saying, “I like you, so give me a smile.”
“Sir, I already have someone I care about. Could you let me go?”
“Who is this special someone?” I raised my eyes and saw Ling Feng approaching. Squinting menacingly, he threatened, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll take you right now.”
“Get lost! Trying to pry information from me won’t be that easy.” Lin You also spotted Ling Feng and pushed me away, tossing her hair as she faced him. “What are you doing here?”
“I brought you some food. Even though you can move around freely, the doctor said you still need to rest more.”
During Lin You’s hospital stay, it was Ling Feng and her mother who took care of her. However, it was said that after Lin You woke up, she refused to let him visit again and showed no gratitude for his care.
I found myself increasingly confused. Sometimes Lin You acted like she really liked Ling Feng; why did she treat him this way?
“I’m preparing to be discharged. You don’t need to come anymore; just go about your business. Anxin and I have some things to discuss.”
“Xiao You, I—” Lin You shot me a glare. I reluctantly retracted my last statement and noticed the flicker of disappointment in Ling Feng’s eyes. Sighing softly, I said, “Ling Feng, Xiao You is feeling down today because of me. Why don’t you head back? I’ll make sure she eats.”
“Thanks, then I’ll take my leave.” Ling Feng handed me the food box and cast a lingering glance at Lin You before leaving.
I sighed again, wanting to say something to Lin You when I turned around and found her staring at Ling Feng’s departing figure with a heavy expression. Startled by this unexpected sadness from Lin You, which I had never seen before, I felt a pang of worry and grabbed her hand. “What’s wrong?”
Lin You blinked and regained her usual clarity. She smiled at me and said, “It’s nothing. Didn’t you say you wanted to talk about something?”
“Yeah.” The reason I came to see Lin You today was about Molin; he was still lying in the Intensive Care Unit as we walked side by side.
The corridor was dim and long, reminiscent of that night. Even though I was in a different hospital, I still felt a chill run down my spine, instinctively gripping Lin You's hand tighter.
"Is this the person who saved me?" Since it was the Chu Family who intervened, Molin had been placed in a private Intensive Care Unit. I mentioned Chu Fan's name, and the nurse allowed us to enter.
I nodded; this was my first time visiting Molin. His face was pale, and he was surrounded by all sorts of machines like the breathing monitor, with tubes running all over his body. His condition looked dire.
"Yes, his name is Molin; he's a Taoist." On the way here, I briefly recounted what happened that night to Lin You. "Actually, it's because of me that he ended up like this, but I couldn't save him. So this time, I have to trouble you, Xiao You."
"Me?" Lin You looked at me in surprise. "Even though he saved my life, what can I do to help him?"
"You can." Chu Fan walked in from outside, his tone calm as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "All it takes is a little of your blood. Because your birth dates are compatible, it’s auspicious; only your blood will be effective for him."
"Is that all?" Chu Fan nodded. Lin You boldly rolled up her sleeve and extended it toward Chu Fan. "Then let's get on with it; just be gentle."
Watching Lin You's demeanor, I turned to glance at Chu Fan again. He had somehow produced a small dish and a clean surgical knife.
Lin You, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, thought it was just about giving a little blood. "Hurry up, ah—"
Before I could even see how quickly Chu Fan acted, he had already collected blood from the tip of Lin You's tongue. When she cried out, a nurse came in from outside. "This is a hospital; please keep it down."
"I'm sorry; she bit her tongue," I said while covering Lin You's mouth and apologizing to the nurse. Once she left, Lin You was already crying her eyes out. "Xiao You, I'm so sorry."
Lin You's tears flowed freely as she glared at me with such intensity that it felt like she wanted to devour me whole. I felt immense guilt; I intended to explain everything but didn't expect Chu Fan to act so quickly. All I could do was keep apologizing.
"Apply this to her wound and the pain will subside." I caught the small bottle that Chu Fan tossed my way; it resembled an ancient jade bottle from historical dramas. Opening it revealed an unpleasant smell. "Xiao You, open your mouth."
Lin You shook her head vigorously while covering her mouth as if saying, "I don't want to."
"Xiao You, I know you're in pain and that this is sudden and difficult for you, but time is running out. If we don't get Molin's tongue blood soon, he will die. If you're angry or want to curse me, you still need to fix your tongue injury first! Otherwise, how will you have any strength?"
Lin You rolled her eyes and nodded reluctantly before opening her mouth. I applied the greasy substance to her wound; it probably tasted terrible as well. Lin You instantly frowned at the taste, but miraculously, the injury began to heal.
"Anxin, you bastard! You've forgotten your loyalty for lust! How could you bear to treat me like this? Do you know I'm about to die from the pain?"
Lin You shook my shoulders vigorously, nearly making me fly off my feet. "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong! Please let me off the hook! And think about it, Xiao You, he's a Taoist. Having a Taoist around is quite beneficial, right? You saved him, and although he saved you too, your contribution outweighs his. If anything happens in the future, he won't be able to refuse your requests. It's a win-win situation!"
"That's true. It means I'll have someone to command in the future, and it doesn't hurt as much now," Lin You said, her eyes lighting up. But in the next moment, her expression turned serious. "But one thing at a time; you need to make him apologize to me."
"This is—"
It was quite difficult.
I turned to see Chu Fan adding something to the blood in the plate. The blood began to coagulate into a bead on its own. He picked up the blood bead with one hand without it falling apart, then suddenly lifted the blanket and unbuttoned Molin's shirt, placing the blood bead at his heart.
Then, Molin, who had been completely still, suddenly trembled. A flash of red light appeared, and his face even showed a hint of color.
Not only was I stunned by this sight, but Lin You also gaped in disbelief. "My blood is that useful?"
"Yes, it's extremely useful; it's a lifesaver for him. So—" Chu Fan tidied up his things and looked at Lin You ambiguously. "So for the next six days and the following forty-nine days after that, it's all up to you."
He leisurely set down his things and left, leaving Lin You blinking at me. I awkwardly smiled and timidly explained what that meant. Immediately, Lin You exploded in anger and ran off to chase after him.
I knew Chu Fan wouldn't harm Lin You, but I still felt uneasy, so I followed them.
As soon as I stepped outside, I noticed something strange about the corridor. This hospital wasn't new but also not old; its facilities were average. I hadn't paid much attention when I came in, but it didn't give off such a dilapidated feeling like it did now.
It resembled a poorly maintained rural hospital; the walls were pockmarked and the Nurse Station was shabby and empty. Lin You had disappeared somewhere; I called out several times but received no response.
Feeling anxious, I hurried to the elevator outside the ward to go downstairs. The numbers slowly descended from the top floor, dragging on painfully.
I glanced around and felt increasingly uneasy. When I tried to call Chu Fan, I realized my phone was left in the room.
I pressed the elevator button again and waited impatiently.
The elevator doors were also pockmarked as if something sticky was smeared on them—something resembling blood—and there was a fingerprint on the button.
Normally, fingerprints are hard to see on buttons, but this one was unusually clear; even from two steps away, I could make out the patterns on it. Perhaps because I had been staring for too long, I noticed that those fingerprints changed at an oddly regular yet extremely slow pace, morphing into different prints one after another.
Countless fingerprints intertwined, and in the gaps between them, a hand beckoned me with a finger. A faint voice in my mind whispered, "Come here, step inside, enter the elevator."
With a chime, the elevator doors opened. In the center stood a nurse in white scrubs, smiling gently as she extended her hand towards me. Her kind face was instantly likable.
Seeing it was a nurse, I sighed in relief and stepped inside without suspicion. Suddenly, a pair of icy hands grabbed mine and blocked my path. "Don't go in; it's a ghost."
The little girl’s pull cleared my mind instantly, allowing me to see that the so-called kind nurse was actually covered in bloodstains, her face partially obscured by the crimson splatters. One of her eyes had popped out and was still moving around, scanning left and right.
When the ghost saw I wouldn’t enter, its fingers twitched, and sharp claws rapidly extended from both hands, lunging toward me.
The little girl stood in front of me, her fingers also transforming into claws. With fierce precision, she struck at the ghost. The ghost let out a shriek before vanishing from the elevator. A soft thud echoed as a white bead fell where the ghost had been.
It landed quietly and abruptly in the center of the elevator.
I stepped forward to pick up the bead. As I examined it closely, I gasped in shock. "This is—"
The little girl asked warily, "What’s wrong, Big Sister?"
"Nothing, let’s head back first."
Holding the icy White Pearl tightly in my hand, I felt an exhilarating thrill; I never expected to find it here.
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