Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

Seeing that Tian Shu Star was out of danger, Ke Qing hurriedly left, and Zhong Li nodded slightly to everyone.

"Now that Tian Shu Star is out of danger, I, Zhong, will take my leave."

"With Dr. Bai Shu here, there is no need for me, Zhong, to offer any further advice on the subsequent treatment."

The guest master turned to Bai Zhu and added a few more detailed points about the dosage and cooking temperature of the prescription. Bai Zhu quickly clasped his hands in greeting, his face showing a slightly complicated expression of admiration.

"Sir, you are too modest. Such a wonderful ancient prescription could only be made by you..."

Zhongli raised his hand and gently stopped Bai Shu from speaking.

"It's my duty, no need for thanks."

After speaking, Zhongli stopped and calmly turned around, his dark figure disappearing into the shadows of the corridor outside the door.

Just as Zhongli's figure disappeared through the doorway, and the footsteps in the corridor had not yet completely faded away, Bai Shu seemed to want to say something more to Huixin, but before he could speak, Agui's shout suddenly came from the front hall of Bubu Cottage. Her voice was a few decibels higher than usual and clearly urgent:

"Master! Master! There's a patient in critical condition, please come quickly!"

This was followed by a series of clanging sounds of clattering utensils and rattling wooden shelves, clearly indicating that the front hall was in a flurry of activity.

A barely perceptible wrinkle gathered between Bai Shu's brows. The spot on his neck where the white snake usually coiled was now empty and quiet. He took a very light breath, suppressing his thoughts that had been interrupted, and quickly turned his gaze to Hui Xin by the bedside.

“Miss Huixin, your father needs to rest and recuperate at this time. It is important to keep his mind at peace. If there is nothing urgent, please let Lord Tian Shu rest as soon as possible.”

"The recovery of this body is like a parched field needing a gentle rain; it cannot be rushed."

Bai Zhu spoke a little faster than usual, but the gentleness and concern befitting a doctor remained in her words.

Upon hearing Bai Shu's instructions, Hui Xin quickly nodded in response.

"Yes, Mr. Baishu, I understand. Thank you for your trouble."

Bai Shu glanced at Uncle Tian, ​​who looked exhausted and was leaning against something with his eyes closed, then turned and left hastily, closing the door behind him.

With the soft click of the door closing, the room instantly fell silent. The faint sound of the wind outside the window and the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire in the medicine stove filled the air, and the rich aroma of medicine isolated this small space from the outside world.

At this moment, only Huixin and Uncle Tian, ​​father and daughter, remained in the large ward.

Huixin sat on a low stool by the bed, her head down, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

The room was so quiet that she could almost hear her father's slow, faint breathing.

Huixin quietly looked up at her father. Uncle Tian was leaning there with his eyes closed, but his brows were not completely relaxed. The barely audible sigh seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, landing heavily on Huixin's heart.

The girl looked at Tian Shu's wrinkled face, bit her lower lip, and tried to speak several times, but swallowed her words back each time. After a long while, as if she had made up her mind, she suddenly raised her head. Her clear eyes shone brightly in the dim light, with a hint of hesitation and trepidation, as well as an irrepressible curiosity, as she looked straight at Uncle Tian.

"Father……"

Huixin's voice was soft, with a hint of probing, and it sounded particularly clear in the quiet room.

She finally mustered the courage to ask the name that had been lingering in her heart for so long.

"It was Zhiyi who made it, right?"

Uncle Tian's eyes, which had been closed, snapped open the moment he heard the name. His slightly cloudy eyes turned to Huixin, a clear look of surprise flashing across them; he clearly hadn't expected his daughter to be so direct. Tian Shuxing looked at his daughter's eyes, filled with worry and anticipation, and his lips twitched upwards with difficulty, but failed to form a smile. Instead, a hoarse, bitter laugh escaped from deep within his throat:

"I hope... I hope... it has nothing to do with him."

Uncle Tian slowly shook his head, not directly answering yes or no. His gaze passed over Huixin and fell on the thick, impenetrable night outside the window. His voice was low and deep, like a dream.

After saying this, Uncle Tian seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. He slowly closed his eyes, no longer looking at his daughter, and no longer speaking.

A deep weariness and some unresolved emotions dragged Uncle Tian, ​​who had just woken up, into a deep sleep.

Huixin sat by the bed, looking at her father's still-furrowed brows as he slept. She felt that the weight on her heart had not lifted, but rather pressed down even harder.

She silently pulled the thin blanket over her father up a little more, covering him more tightly, and then quietly stood by his side, listening to his even but weak breathing.

But the faint hope of Tian Shu Xing was ultimately extinguished by reality in an instant, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Shortly after Uncle Tian regained consciousness in Bubulu, Ye Lan personally placed a heavy file on Ning Guang's large desk in Yuehaiting.

The file contains a clear and detailed account of all the evidence and investigation process related to Zhiyi's collusion with the Dong forces to seize the position of Tian Shu Star.

Knowing the dangers of the return journey, and especially fearing that Famas and Zhiyi might turn against them midway and kill them to silence them, Yelan broke down the core intelligence and transmitted it through several unrelated channels.

Some of this intelligence was disguised as cipher text hidden in the layers of caravan manifests, while other parts were carried by special carrier pigeons on miniature films, quietly converging on Moon Sea Pavilion from different routes.

Ye Lan herself chose the fastest and most stealthy method, moving swiftly like a shadow blending into the night.

The anticipated ambush did not occur. Yelan returned to Liyue Harbor without incident, arriving at a speed far exceeding expectations, and went straight to Ningguang.

It was still the dead of night, and all was quiet.

In the Seven Stars Office of Yuehai Pavilion, only a few lights were on in Ningguang's office.

Even before Ye Lan stepped into the building, the urgent secret report delivered through the fastest channel had already awakened Ning Guang from her slumber.

At this moment, Ningguang's hair was not combed, and she was casually wearing an outer robe, sitting alone behind a large desk.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she held her signature jade pipe in one hand. The deep red light flickered in the dim light, and pale blue smoke slowly escaped from her lips, condensing into circles of slowly spreading and intertwining patterns in the silent air.

On one corner of the desk, all the case files and analysis reports that Ye Lan had urgently delivered through various means were neatly arranged.

Ningguang had clearly read through the pages carefully; the edges of the papers bore the marks of her fingers pressing on them.

Ye Lan pushed open the door and entered silently. Ning Guang raised her eyes and shifted her gaze from the smoke rings to the figure at the door. Without exchanging pleasantries, she simply nodded very slightly toward the chair opposite her with the hand holding the pipe.

Ye Lan understood and sat down opposite Ning Guang.

The two were separated by billowing smoke and a heavy table of files, and for a moment they fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the smoke rings still silently swirling upwards. The source of this deathly silence clearly pointed to the name on the file, its ink still wet but carrying immense weight.

FAMAS. (End of Chapter)