Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

"Clan doctor! Clan doctor! That child has a fever!"

Zhang Yeyi was puzzled for a moment when he heard the child's voice. How could there be a child's voice in his pharmacy?

Moreover, although he was the clan doctor, he was not the only clan doctor. The clan members usually called him Yi Yaoshi, and no one would directly call the clan doctor "clan doctor".

Zhang Yeyi became somewhat wary, but that wariness vanished in a daze upon seeing the child who had appeared.

It was a pure white child, about seven or eight years old, with long white hair and snow-white skin without a single blemish, like a snow child.

Snow Child has a pair of vibrant green eyes, the shimmering green light like a small lake rippling in the misty morning fog, clear, ethereal, and the translucent green reflecting the vibrant spring.

Is there a child in the tribe who is pure white?

Zhang Yeyi was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly remembered.

Yes, he is an orphan from the clan. His parents died during a mission within the clan. Due to his congenital albinism and physical condition, he was unable to complete the clan's cruel training and was always marginalized within the clan.

If it weren't for his parents' merits, his pure bloodline, and the presence of Qilin blood, he would have been sent to his maternal family long ago.

He was taken along on this clan mission, but we never expected him to actually return.

"Clan doctor, that child has a fever."

Zhang Yeyi wasn't worried when he heard this. He had expected the child to have a fever. He calmly looked at the pure white child and called out his name somewhat stiffly.

“Zhang…Xingze, take this medicine to him. Observe him after he takes the medicine. If his temperature has not dropped in two hours, come to me.”

Su Xingze watched as Zhang Yeyi lifted the bubbling medicine pot from the stove and poured the bitter-smelling medicine into a bowl.

The dark brown, bitter medicine triggered his memories, and the memories buried deep within him suddenly resurfaced, with the nauseatingly bitter taste of those memories surging up all at once.

Looking at the medicine, Su Xingze couldn't help but show a look of disgust.

Without touching the medicine bowl, Su Xingze waved his hand, and the medicine bowl flew steadily behind him, following him into the room where the child was.

The child was in a coma and obviously couldn't take the medicine, but that wasn't a problem for Su Xingze.

Su Xingze glanced at the medicine bowl, and a thin stream of dark brown liquid trickled out and flew automatically to the child's lips.

The child tasted the bitterness in his mouth and tried to spit out the medicine, but as soon as he opened his lips, the medicine flowed in smoothly.

It doesn't matter if you can't swallow; the medicine flows directly into your throat, seemingly avoiding the trachea, and into your stomach.

The bowl of medicine was quickly finished, and the empty bowl automatically fell onto the table.

Seeing the child's face scrunched up from the bitter medicine, Su Xingze couldn't help but laugh.

As if sensing his mockery, the child let out a dissatisfied hum in his sleep.

The tribal doctor's medicine worked well, and after more than an hour, the child's temperature finally came down.

In the quiet little house, the child struggled to open his eyes.

He looked at the beam above his head, then turned to see the little mermaid floating in the air reading a book, and blinked.

Su Xingze, who had shrunk back to his original size and was reading comics in the air, noticed his gaze, threw the book into his personal space, and then flew down.

"You're awake. Let me tell you, if it weren't for me, you would have been burned into a stupor long ago. It's all thanks to me that you're awake now. You have to repay me, you know?"

Regardless of whether the child was awake or not, Su Xingze immediately typed in a long message.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." The child didn't respond, which annoyed Su Xingze.

The child simply stared quietly at the little merman who was less than his arm's length. Noticing that he was a little angry, he uttered a single word.

"medicine."

Su Xingze gently tapped the child's face with his tail fin, then crossed his arms and said with displeasure, "You said you took medicine, so guess who told the clan doctor about your fever and who fed you the medicine."

"You ungrateful brat, I knew I shouldn't have lent you my tail to cool you down."

The child looked at the sulking little mermaid, then his gaze shifted to the mermaid's beautiful tail. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. It turned out that the cool, icy thing he felt he was holding in his dream was the mermaid's tail.

"Thank you." Knowing that it was the little mermaid who helped him, the child obediently thanked her.

The Qilin cub showed little change in expression, but its striking appearance made up for it.

Su Xingze was a sucker for good looks, and the Qilin cub was exquisitely cute. Faced with its big, black grape-like eyes, he reluctantly accepted the Qilin cub's apology.

After the child thanked him, he stared blankly at the beam above his head, lost in thought.

The little mermaid emerged from the ruins of an ancient city. He looked unlike any other human and had a tail that was taller than him.

Would the tribal doctor really not arrest him if he saw him?

The Zhang family's defenses are tight, and it's not a place where foreign tribes can enter at will.

The more the child thought about it, the more confused he became.

The child was weak due to excessive blood loss, and because he had rarely communicated with people for a long time, he didn't want to talk even if he had questions in his mind. He needed to say a lot to know the answers.

Su Xingze treated the child like a new and interesting toy; he could play with him occasionally to pass the time, and it didn't matter if the toy didn't cooperate with him.

Seeing that the child didn't speak, he was too lazy to find out what the child was thinking. He took out the comic book he hadn't finished reading, and as he opened the book, Su Xingze suddenly remembered something.

He brushed his tail against the child, drawing the child's attention to him, before Su Xingze asked, "Little Qilin, what's your name?"

Su Xingze discovered that the Zhang family members were all descendants of the Qilin bloodline, the only difference being the concentration of their bloodline. He had met more than twenty members of the Zhang family on his way to this Zhang family, and the little Qilin in front of him was not only the one with the highest concentration of bloodline but also the purest bloodline.

Not to mention the little Qilin in front of us, even the children who died in the ancient city had relatively high bloodline concentration.

This Zhang family is really strange. They don't protect the cubs with high bloodline concentration properly, but instead treat them as expendable resources.

Gee!

Su Xingze's mind was filled with the melodramatic plots he had read, and he had already imagined a family power struggle in his mind, in which the Zhang family constantly suppressed the clansmen with high blood concentration in order to prevent their power from being taken away.

Of course, after spending more time with the Zhang family, he realized that he was wrong, but the impression of the Zhang family as ruthless, cold-blooded and heartless could not be erased from his mind.

name?

The child's gaze was fixed on a point of nothingness in front of him, his vision somewhat unfocused.

He certainly has a name, but after that incident, everyone avoided using his name, even thinking that he didn't deserve to be called by that name.

Over time, that name faded from his memory, and it seemed as if he had become a nameless person.

"Little Qilin? No way, I only asked your name, why is this your reaction?"

A cute yet inhumanly delicate face came close to him. The child snapped out of his daze and stepped back, but unfortunately, he was lying in bed and couldn't avoid the little mermaid no matter how much he wanted to.

He looked away, lowered his eyelashes, and uttered his name.

"Zhang Shenglin".

His voice was so soft and faint, as if a louder breath would have blown away the words.

Note: (Regarding the young man's name, he definitely had a name before becoming Zhang Qiling, and there are many speculations online. First of all, "Xiao Guan" is just a nickname and cannot be used as a formal name. Also, since the young man is a member of the Zhang family, he definitely wouldn't be from the "Hai" generation, and the "Shan" generation is also unlikely. The young man initially existed as the Holy Infant, and to highlight his identity, the name given to him by the Zhang family should hint at his identity, so I named him this.)

(Shenglin and Shengling correspond to the identity of the young master's Holy Infant. The Holy Infant, who has lived for three thousand years, can certainly be called the Holy Spirit. At the same time, Shenglin can also be seen as a homonym for "deity". Whether you see the Holy Infant as a member of the Zhang family whose faith is no different from that of a deity, or you see the young master as a god, this name can highlight his identity.)