Qin Ye awoke in the middle of the night and saw a faint oil lamp when he opened his eyes.
It was also this oil lamp, as well as the moonlight streaming in from outside, that allowed him to see clearly that he was in a cave—someone’s dwelling.
He couldn’t help but think of the person he’d seen just before he lost consciousness. Could it really have been her who saved him?
He tried to move his body, but a sudden pain made him gasp for breath.
Upon looking down, he realized he was no longer in his own clothes but wrapped in white cotton fabric instead.
This shocked him considerably because if he remembered correctly—his injuries were severe, the sort that were beyond saving.
And yet, now when he felt it... he wasn’t so sure his life was at stake.
What kind of luck was this? Not only had someone saved him, was it the Divine Doctor?
It seemed his life wasn’t meant to end yet!
Just as he was about to try to get a clearer look at the cave, a cold yet pleasant voice echoed, "Don’t move, I won’t care if your wound starts bleeding again."
When Qin Ye heard this voice, his body stiffened abruptly as he went on alert internally.
"Tsk, your life was saved by me... do you need to be that tense? Just lie down! And think about what kind of reward you will give to your savior."
After Rong Yan spoke, she paid him no further attention.
Anyway, this man was so severely wounded that even with his Combat Power, he’d be no match for her.
Although Qin Ye was gravely injured, it didn’t hinder his hearing.
Especially in the dead of night, he heard not only the girl’s voice but also a soft, gentle breath... it was either a master or a little boy.
Then, he slowly turned his head and saw not far away a small bed with a figure lying on it... the size of a five or six-year-old child.
Was this the girl’s child?
This speculation flashed through his mind, and he felt an inexplicable loss... and discomfort.
However, he soon remembered the face he saw before he passed out; she was of an age associated with blooming youth, unlikely to have a five or six-year-old child.
With that thought, he didn’t notice his unease fading away.
Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, but Qin Ye soon fell into a drowsy sleep again.
Until... he was awakened by the voice of a child.
"Sister, will we leave after we finish eating? What about that man?"
When Qin Ye heard this, his heart skipped a beat... they were leaving?
Would that not mean leaving him here alone?
He now depended on this Divine Doctor to heal.
Immediately, he opened his eyes.
"Miss..."
The voice that came out sounded like a broken gong, somewhat grating to the ear... definitely far from pleasant.
Rong Jin was the first to speak, "Sister, he’s awake."
Of course, Rong Yan heard the girl’s voice... she wasn’t deaf.
Walking over, she looked down from above at the man lying on the ground.
"How do you feel? Is your body a little better?"
Qin Ye was very unaccustomed to being looked down upon.
"...Better than yesterday."
His gaze subtly swept over her, noticing she was genuinely beautiful... truly a devastating beauty.
Much more beautiful than the known number one beauty of Beijing.
If it weren’t for the last bit of his senses, he might have suspected that he was seeing a Fox Fairy.
Rong Yan almost rolled her eyes hearing his response.
Yesterday you were nearly on your way to the Western Paradise, and now you can talk while lying down... can these be compared?



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