The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

She didn't turn on the light, but just looked down at Luo Ning, who was curled up in a ball on the bed, trembling.

She didn't even look at the bulging blanket; her attention was entirely focused on Luo Ning's breathing and the frequency of his trembling. "Energy overload."

She uttered three words, not a question, but a statement.

Then, she did something that left Luo Ning's mind blank.

She reached out, not to comfort him, nor to lift the covers to find out what was wrong; she simply placed her palm gently, through the blanket, on Luo Ning's lower abdomen. Her hand was cold, carrying the temperature of a polar night, like a block of ice.

The coolness instantly penetrated the fabric, suppressing the scorching heat. Luo Ning's body stiffened abruptly.

“Don’t move.” Ling Ke’s command was short and clear. “Regulate your breathing. One inhale, four seconds. One exhale, six seconds. Follow my rhythm.” Her hand didn’t move, but remained in that position, using the coolness of her palm to slowly neutralize the fire in his body. It wasn’t a touch filled with ambiguity.

It was more like an experienced engineer physically cooling down an overheated machine. Calm, focused, without a trace of superfluous emotion.

Under this eerie atmosphere, Luo Ning actually calmed down gradually. His breathing became steady, and the stiffness in his body gradually eased.

The physiological reaction that had terrified him receded like a tide under the suppression of that icy hand. [System: Biofeedback is stabilizing. Cortisol levels have decreased. Overload response resolved.]

After an unknown amount of time, Lingke was certain he had completely calmed down before she withdrew her hand. Just then, the door was pushed open again.

Bronya and Sylva rushed in, their faces filled with anxiety. "Lonning! How are you?!"

They immediately spotted Ling Ke standing by the bed, and Luo Ning, who had already sat up, pale but seemingly unharmed. "Ling Ke? What are you doing here? What just happened?" Brunia demanded sharply.

Ling turned around to face them. "He's alright," she said succinctly.

"Are you alright? The alarm went off!" Hiluva rushed forward, wanting to check on Luo Ning's body. Luo Ning subconsciously shrank behind Ling Ke.

This subtle movement, like a needle, pricked Hiluva.

Ling glanced at Hilva's outstretched hand, then at Bronya's wary expression.

For the first time, a look that could be described as "impatience" appeared on her usually expressionless face.

She felt that the two people in front of her, and this white house, and this inefficient tug-of-war that played out every day, constituted the most troublesome problem she had encountered since returning to the city.

The best way to solve a problem is to cut it off at its source.

She turned to look at Luo Ning. "Pack your things," she said. Luo Ning was stunned.

Hilva and Bronya were also stunned. "What did you say?" Bronya asked.

Ling ignored her, and simply looked at Luo Ning, repeating, "Your stone, your rope. Keep them safe. Let's go."

"Go? Where to?" Shiluwa screamed. "Linke, are you crazy! He's still under observation! You can't take him away!"

"Your observations are invalid." Ling Ke finally looked at them, her icy blue pupils carrying a judgmental look as if she were looking at laymen. "Your environment, your methods, are continuously putting negative pressure on him. This will trigger more overload."

She paused, then dropped a bombshell in a statement of fact, devoid of any emotion: "From now on, I'll take responsibility. I'll handle my own troubles."

Chapter 189 Bronya's Spoils

That sentence, like a stone thrown into a frozen lake, stirred up invisible cracks in the silent air.

“I’ll take care of my own troubles.” Hiluva’s mind went blank.

Bronya's expression instantly turned cold, and the oppressive aura of the Silver Iron Guard commander silently enveloped the entire ward. "Linke."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a metallic quality.

"This is a medical center, not your snowfield camp."

“He is not the sick snow fox cub you picked up; he is a Beloberg citizen who needs legal guardianship.”

Bronya stepped forward, blocking Sylva behind her and separating Reiko from the doorway. "You have no right to take him away."

Lingke's gaze shifted from Bronya's face to the red alarm light still flashing on the wall.

Then she raised her hand and pointed to the light. "My method works."

She then pointed behind her to Luo Ning, who had her face hidden behind her adventure suit.

"Your claims are invalid." "This is the evidence."

Every word seemed to have been carved from ice, devoid of warmth, yet crystal clear. "Nonsense!"

Hilva finally regained her voice, and she bypassed Bronya, her emotions running high.

“We have no idea what you did to him! You want to take him away now? Who knows what you’ll do…” She didn’t finish her sentence.

Because Luo Ning raised his head, he didn't look at Xiluwa, but instead used very little force to grab the fabric around Ling Ke's waist. That action was more lethal than any words.

Hiluva felt as if a hand was squeezing her heart, the pain making it hard for her to breathe.

Bronya saw the movement, and she also saw Sylva's face turn instantly pale. Her brows furrowed even more.

Everything before her eyes was challenging the order she had established.

Lingke's behavior was irregular. Luo Ning's reaction was illogical. This report is unscientific.

"In any case, a program is a program."

Bronya insisted on returning to her role as commander of the Silver Guards. "No one may take him away without permission before his evaluation is complete."

“I will call the guards.” Ling Ke finally looked at her properly.

In those icy blue pupils, there was no fear, no disdain, only a calm as if gazing upon a stubborn geological structure.

"The guards came, and then what?" Lingke asked.

"Put him back on the bed, and then let the alarms blare throughout the entire medical center during the next overload?"

Her words, like a precise scalpel, cut to the heart of the matter. Bronya was unable to answer.

The medical center's report clearly stated: No known triggers were found, which meant they had no contingency plans.

They didn't even know what had just happened.

But Lin Ke, this oddball from the Landau family, this lone traveler in the Arctic, solved the problem in a way they couldn't understand. The atmosphere became tense.

Pera appeared at the doorway just in time. She adjusted her glasses, like a dutiful intelligence officer coming to report the situation.

"Lady Bronya, Miss Sylva, the vital signs alarm in Ward 3 has been automatically deactivated. The system log shows that the abnormal fluctuation lasted for three minutes and twenty-one seconds and has now returned to normal."

Her voice was businesslike, but her gaze swept quickly between the three people. *【The ownership battle has entered a heated phase.】*

★【Instinctive protective behaviors are directly challenging guardianship rights based on social rules.】★

*【One relies on blood ties and emotions, one on order and responsibility, and the other... relies solely on the most primal sense of effectiveness. What a magnificent contest. Indeed, the Landau family's genes are etched with the word "possession."*

“I have a plan,” Ling Ke broke the silence.

She dislikes stalemates because they are the least efficient behavior.

“Hand him over to me, 24 hours.” Bronya and Shiluva were both stunned.

“I will handle all the overload. You can conduct another assessment in 24 hours.”

Lingke's tone was as if she were proposing an experimental geological exploration plan. "If the situation worsens, I will take full responsibility."

“If the situation stabilizes, you should stop this observation that is causing him negative stress.”

She paused for a moment, then placed the final chip. "Do you have instructions for handling 'energy overload'?" "No."

This problem rendered all of Bronya's principles and regulations utterly ineffective.

She looked at Lingke, her nominal sister, who was actually more distant than any stranger.

She never understood why she was so fascinated by those cold, barren lands. But now, she thinks she understands a little.

In that world with its simple rules, there were only "survival" and "death," "validity" and "invalidity." And Ling Ke was the king of that world.

Now, she wanted to bring her principles into this pure white hospital room. "No."

Bronya shook her head in the end.

“I can’t let you take him out of the medical center. That’s the bottom line.” She looked at Ling Ke, saying each word clearly.

“But you can stay. You can take care of his daily needs here.” This was a huge concession.

He is the successor to the "Great Guardian," and this is a compromise with the rules.

Hilva opened her mouth as if to say something, but Bronya stopped her with a look.

Ling Ke's gaze swept around the snow-white hospital room. It was too bright, too clean, and too orderly.

It made her feel uncomfortable all over. "Troublesome."

She spat out two words.

But she didn't insist on leaving.

She got the core she wanted—absolute control over this "troublesome" thing.

Where to raise her was a secondary issue. She accepted Bronya's terms.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Bronya and the crocodile Shiluwa, she walked straight to the window, ignoring the "Do Not Open" electronic lock, took out a small metal tool from her backpack, and pried open the lock in a few moments.

A cold, damp night breeze immediately swept in, dispelling the smell of disinfectant in the ward. "Too much."

She gave an explanation, as if stating geological data.

Then, she placed her adventure backpack on the bedside table and unzipped it.

What she took out wasn't medical supplies, but a folded, grayish-black, rough-looking piece of animal skin.

hair.

She spread the fur on Luo Ning's pillow.

"The winter pelt of the snow wolf can insulate against static electricity and calm the nerves."

Then, she took out a dark, smoky-looking thing, cut off a small piece with a knife, and handed it to Luo Ning. "Dried snow fish, to replenish salt and trace elements."

Luo Ning took it and put it in his mouth. The salty and fishy taste made him wrinkle his little face, but it also made him feel extremely at ease.

After Ling Ke finished doing all this, she sat down on the floor next to Luo Ning's bed, leaning against the wall, took out her old thermos, and unscrewed the lid.

Take a sip.

She closed her eyes, as if she had already entered the resting mode of the snowfield camp.

Through her actions, she quickly transformed this pure white, standardized medical ward, carving out a small, wild-themed "territory" that belonged to her.

A territory that belongs only to her and her "trouble".

Bronya and Sylva stood at the doorway, watching this unbelievable scene unfold, like two outsiders who had stumbled into an unknown ecosystem. Their cake, their games, their concerns were utterly and decisively defeated by a piece of animal hide and a salted fish.

The corridor lights shone in, elongating and overlapping the shadows of Ling Ke and Luo Ning, as if proclaiming a silent victory.

For the first time, Bronya felt that the world she knew, built on logic and order, had a gap that could not be defined by any rules.

And that person who had been holding the bag is now sitting on the floor, drinking a hot beverage, guarding her spoils.

Chapter 190 The Doctor's Rounds

The first rays of sunlight the following morning were cut into a sharp line by the window that Lingke had pried open, falling on the hospital room floor. The cold air, mixed with the smell of snow, overpowered the stale odor of disinfectant.

Ling Ke slept on the floor beneath the window, covered with a thin blanket, her breathing steady, as peaceful as if she were in her own snowfield camp. Luo Ning remained awake for a long time.

He rested his head on the rough winter pelt of a snow wolf, with the warm, smooth igneous rock beside him, a primal sense of security enveloping him.

This was the most peaceful night's sleep he had ever had since he came into this world. He had no dreams.

There was no physical reaction that made him feel ashamed and terrified. The door to the ward was silently pushed open.

The person who entered was neither the loud and boisterous Silva, nor the rhythmic and disciplined Bronya; it was Natasha.

She wore a pristine white doctor's uniform, her face bearing that signature gentle yet enigmatic smile. Her footsteps were light, her high heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the polished floor.

The sound, like a precise metronome, instantly shattered the wild, chaotic tranquility that Ling Ke had established in the room. Ling Ke, lying on the floor, twitched her eyelids, opening them a crack, her icy blue pupils appearing exceptionally clear in the morning light.

She glanced at Natasha, then at the "Head of Medical Department" badge on her chest, said nothing, simply turned over and went back to sleep. Medical procedures were not her responsibility.

“Good morning, Lonin.” Natasha walked to the bedside, her voice so gentle it could melt hearts. “Did you sleep well? Let me give you a check-up.”

Without waiting for Luo Ning's reply, she skillfully took out a glass tube containing a pale green ointment from her medical tray. "This is a newly formulated calming ointment, which will be very helpful in relieving your tension."

She unscrewed the lid, and a sweet scent mixed with a strange fragrance wafted out, causing Luo Ning's body to tense up instinctively.