Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 97

Chapter 97: Partial Memory, When I Came

“If we were to do something secretly, others wouldn’t find out…”

With a teasing heart, Yin Buran finally got her wish.

She caught a glimpse of Ning Ruoque’s ears, which were so red they could bleed, and her stiff yet upright posture.

She really looked like a good tree that could be used to sharpen claws.

Yin Buran lay on her shoulder again and reached out to poke her face. “In a daze again?”

It was soft and a little hot, and it felt very good.

Ning Ruoque suddenly woke up as if startled and hurriedly held Yin Buran down, not letting her touch her.

How could Yin Buran be willing? She just hugged Ning Ruoque and didn’t let go.

Ning Ruoque’s calloused palm inadvertently brushed past her waist, like a feather, creating a tingling itch.

The room was warm, like soaking in a hot spring, and it felt very safe. And before her was the sweetheart she had lost and found.

Yin Buran couldn’t help but want to rub against her, to hug her.

But her usual upbringing did not allow her to make such a move, so she could only let out a soft breath to dispel this tormenting heat.

She couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.

She was really asking for trouble.

Ning Ruoque didn’t know what Yin Buran was thinking. She just saw that she had suddenly become obedient and quickly took this opportunity to tidy her clothes and wrap her up tightly.

She even made an excuse for her own behavior, “Don’t… don’t catch a cold.”

Yin Buran glanced at her, then lay back on the bed without a word.

Resting didn’t necessarily mean sleeping. She propped herself up with a pillow and took out a storybook to read slowly.

Seeing this, Ning Ruoque also adjusted her breathing and began to prepare for meditation.

She was doing three things at once: being on guard, listening to Yin Buran’s movements, and not delaying her cultivation.

From time to time, the “rustling” of pages turning could be heard, and a faint medicinal fragrance floated in the air, warm and reassuring.

Ning Ruoque took a deep breath, temporarily throwing away all her worries about the beast tide and her life-bound sword, and thought of nothing.

But she suddenly heard a light call, “Ning Man.”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

Unable to figure out Yin Buran’s thoughts, Ning Ruoque did not dare to make a sound.

Yin Buran turned over again and lay on her stomach to read.

She propped up her cheek with one hand and continued to call in a gentle voice, “Young General Ning.”

The spiritual energy that Ning Ruoque was circulating suddenly stagnated, and she almost suffered an internal injury.

“…Don’t be like that.”

This form of address from more than a hundred years ago still sounded very embarrassing now. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to drill into.

Yin Buran let out a sneer, not taking it to heart.

Ning Ruoque had held her up high, respecting her and providing for her, but she didn’t want it to be like this.

She understood now. Whether it was respecting each other like guests, Ning Ruoque should not be treated like this.

To wait for this cat-scratching tree to come to its senses on its own would probably take until the Great Dao was worn away.

Thinking of this, Yin Buran said nonchalantly, “Why can’t I call you that? If you had returned safely back then, I should have been calling you that every day.”

As if on a whim, she stopped reading the storybook and began to reminisce about the past.

“Young General Ning, if you hadn’t followed the eldest princess, it would have been quite nice to be my guard.”

“We would be together day and night, and at night, we would share a large bed. If we were to do something secretly, others wouldn’t find out.”

“…”

A certain person silently took a breath.

This was originally a meaningless matter. The past was over, and no matter how much she reminisced, she could not change it.

However, she couldn’t help but start to think, to think of the day she had first met Yin Buran.

She thought of that faint, clear fragrance, that bowl of thick porridge, and she thought of the gentle-smiling Yin Buran standing in the glaring sunlight.

If she were to get along with the Yin Buran of that time…

Ning Ruoque cowered like a quail, unable to cultivate at all.

But Yin Buran found this kind of fantasy very interesting, especially when her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a certain person’s awkward expression.

She tilted her head and looked carefully, still muttering.

“Or you can continue to be your general, and I’ll open a medical hall by your residence. Before the morning court, I can reluctantly help you with your clothes.”

She said it so casually, but Ning Ruoque was terrified.

She couldn’t imagine at all, with Yin Buran’s temper, what kind of method she would use to help her with her clothes.

She shook her head, trying to shake the image out of her mind.

But the more she did so, the more her mind went out of control.

It was already filled with Yin Buran’s gentle appearance with her head lowered, and nothing else could squeeze in.

Ning Ruoque covered her face and coughed. She always felt that the breath she exhaled was hot.

In the past, how could Yin Buran have said such suggestive words?

When it was quiet all around, she also held her breath.

After a few breaths, Yin Buran glanced at Ning Ruoque and said with a profound meaning, “I was just saying.”

What responded to her was Ning Ruoque’s muffled “mm.”

The corners of Yin Buran’s mouth turned up.

She couldn’t tease her anymore. If she pushed her too hard, a certain sword cultivator would find an excuse to run away again.

She turned the storybook to the next page and said softly, “But it’s not too late now. Now you can still bathe and dress me.”

Ning Ruoque subconsciously nodded. “Mm, alright.”

Only after she had said it did she realize, afraid that Yin Buran would misunderstand her as being frivolous, she stammered to explain, “I didn’t… didn’t mean that…”

Yin Buran cooperated, nodding her head like a chick pecking at rice.

The room was quiet again.

She was really a little sleepy. She raised her hand and yawned slowly, burying her head in the pillow.

With Ning Ruoque here, she had nothing to worry about.

On the verge of falling asleep, Yin Buran heard a series of rapid coughs.

“Cough, cough, cough—”

She was instantly awake. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ning Ruoque by the low couch, covering her mouth, and bright red blood was constantly dripping from between her fingers.

It had happened so suddenly that Ning Ruoque didn’t know what was wrong with her.

She saw Yin Buran hurriedly lift the quilt, and after taking a breath, she said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t be anxious. Put on your clothes so you don’t… get cold.”

But the latter had already arrived in a flash, raised her hand to feel Ning Ruoque’s pulse, and then pressed her forehead against hers to check her spiritual soul.

She had just taken the medicine, and her spiritual soul, which had been fine a few hours ago, was now showing signs of collapsing again.

Yin Buran had no clue about this.

What on earth had caused Ning Ruoque’s condition to suddenly worsen?

She was so anxious that her heart was racing. Ning Ruoque, on the contrary, was still enduring the pain, wiped the blood clean, and then struggled to pull over the cloak and put it on Yin Buran.

Her movements were very slow, but her hand did not tremble in the slightest.

The next second, she was pressed down on the couch by Yin Buran, who scolded fiercely, “Lie down properly! Don’t move!”

A bitter pill was forcefully stuffed into her mouth. Ning Ruoque’s vision was a blur, like a broken rice paste. She could only hear a rustling sound nearby.

She held on, not letting herself sleep, and listened to the sound with her eyes open.

First, the door creaked open, followed by a messy sound of footsteps.

Yin Buran got straight to the point. “There’s a problem with Ning Ruoque’s spiritual soul. I have to take her back to Azurefall Creek first.”

Chu Xuan seemed very surprised, and after a pause, she said with an extremely fast speed, “Alright, let’s act separately, but we have to send you back first.”

Although it was troublesome, Chu Xuan was not at ease letting two patients on the road.

Another “thud, thud, thud” of footsteps.

“Mingyue, can you do a divination for me? I want to know if there is a reason for this.”

Ning Ruoque’s eyes were half-closed, and she could barely keep them open.

She couldn’t feel her own breathing, and her body was so heavy that she couldn’t move. Her soul, on the other hand, was as light as a cloud.

She was worried if Yin Buran had dressed properly, and she didn’t want to sleep yet.

Si Mingyue agreed to Yin Buran’s request without any hesitation. “Alright, wait a moment.”

Then there was only silence.

Ning Ruoque didn’t know what was happening outside. She was holding on to the last of her consciousness, waiting for Yin Buran to come back.

After a long while, a soft sound finally came from outside, “I understand.”

Not much emotion could be heard.

But a divination that Si Mingyue could not give an answer to was clearly not a good result. Ning Ruoque closed her eyes.

Someone slowly sat down beside her, and a cool touch was printed on her cheek, like a gentle snowflake.

Ning Ruoque’s lips moved, and she said with difficulty, “My… sword…”

Her sword was going to be taken away by Chu Xuan, and she felt very insecure.

Yin Buran had been listening seriously, and after hearing this, she immediately frowned and punched her in the chest.

“Is your life more important or your sword? Your life-bound sword affects your emotions and speaks ill of me. Are you still thinking about it?”

“Ugh.” Ning Ruoque let out a muffled groan and curled up.

She couldn’t figure it out. Why was Yin Buran’s strength so erratic? Just now, she couldn’t even put on her clothes, and now her punch was very painful.

She was in great pain, and her temples were throbbing. Her consciousness was unclear, but she still wanted to talk to Yin Buran.

“It wasn’t on purpose. It must be a conspiracy of the demon race. The Dao is Hidden and Nameless sword doesn’t know anything…”

Yin Buran snorted coldly. “What? By separating the two of us, the demon race can occupy the human world and the Demon God can return to the world?”

She sometimes really wanted to see what was in a sword cultivator’s brain.

After speaking, she stuffed another pill into Ning Ruoque’s mouth and held Ning Ruoque’s hand tightly.

“Yin Buran,” the sword cultivator spoke again, her voice so low that it was hard to hear.

She said, “I like you.”

“…”

The back of her hand was wet, as if a warm drop of water had fallen, and it slid across the soft skin they were holding, and gathered in the palms of the two of them.

Ning Ruoque heard two intersecting breaths, and more accurately, one of them was like someone’s sigh.

Who is it? It sounds so familiar.

Before her consciousness completely dissipated, Ning Ruoque tried to speak, “There is…”

And then there was no more.

Yin Buran leaned over again and pressed her forehead against Ning Ruoque’s.

The tendency of her spiritual soul to shatter seemed to have been barely stopped by a few doses of medicine, but she still couldn’t help but be anxious.

She couldn’t delay any longer. She had to sort out Ning Ruoque’s sea of consciousness and spiritual soul as soon as possible.