Su Majestad - Capítulo 73
They didn't linger. She knew that nothing in the world could be a greater blow to him than admitting that he had a "terminal illness." She didn't say anything, but quietly took his hand.
The weather was still fine, with clear skies and the fragrance of flowers in the air. Suddenly, Yang Luoxue said, "Come with me."
He led her to a bamboo house. The bamboo house was more spacious than the other houses, with two rows of long bamboo chairs in the hall. It didn't look like a place for entertaining guests, but rather like a school.
“This is my master’s room. I used to sit here when I was a child.” He sat down in the first seat of the first row, the space around him empty and quiet, yet he could vaguely see the shadows of those boys. He asked, “Have you seen my master? Do you remember what he looked like?”
"He was very tall and had bright eyes." She recalled the middle-aged man she had seen when she was ten years old. "His voice was very pleasant."
“He’s the kind of person who seems very calm, but can be very stern when things get tough. I have no parents, and I grew up with him.” His eyes seemed to be misty, and his voice was misty as he said, “I always worshipped him like a god, determined to become a great doctor like him. He probably liked me too, because among so many disciples, I was the most talented. But he often looked at me with a very strange look. At first, I didn’t understand what it meant. Then, when I was twelve, he said to me, ‘You have medical skills, but not the way of medicine. It’s not difficult for you to become a famous doctor, but you will never become a good doctor.’”
Everyone has memories buried deep within them by time. These are things we don't usually like to talk about, and over time they seem to fade away. But you know, you know, they've never truly passed.
I was choked up there.
What was stuck in Yang Luoxue's chest, making him extreme, proud, and sensitive, was this sentence.
"He died, leaving the position of Medicine King to me. Although he always said I lacked medical skills, he couldn't ignore my abilities. But I don't want to sit in that position yet. I want to wait until I can cure all diseases before I sit in it, and then I'll loudly tell him that medical skills or medical principles, famous doctors or good doctors, none of that matters to me—I am the best doctor in all of history, and no disease can stump me—I've always wanted to tell him that loudly..."
He always firmly believed that this day would come. He always considered himself very successful. Although doctors with some skill are often called "miracle doctors," ever since the world learned the name "Yang Luoxue," the title "miracle doctor" has only referred to him.
Chapter 142
There is only one divine doctor in the world.
The Central Divine Physician.
But will that day ever come? Both Cong Rong and Xiao Yan are beyond his control.
Baili Wushuang silently walked over, sat down next to him, opened her arms, hugged his waist, and gently rested her head on his shoulder.
She didn't speak, because she understood his pride.
Curing all patients is his eternal pursuit, just as she is eternally striving to forge a better sword. This pursuit will not cease even with numerous setbacks, for it has become their reason for living.
“But, Luo Xue, you’re really wrong,” she said softly. “I don’t understand the Medicine King’s medical principles, but your idea of only treating difficult cases and not minor ones isn’t the orthodox way of medicine. Of course, your medical skills make up for that; people just want a pair of hands that can solve their pain, not what the owner of those hands is thinking. But the Medicine King is different. He focuses on your own cultivation; he wants you to be more outstanding, so he demands that of you according to the principles of medicine. Luo Xue, if it weren’t for his regard for you, if it weren’t for his love for you, your master wouldn’t have said those things to you.”
Yang Luoxue looked at her, and her words seemed to pierce through the years and strike the heart of that boy from back then, like a boulder thrown into water, leaving him speechless.
"As for what true medicine is, you have a long time to learn. Perhaps everyone's understanding is different; what your master teaches may not be yours." She looked into his eyes, then gently kissed his cheek. "Don't use 'god' as your goal, that's too exhausting. As long as you're human, there will be things you can't do, diseases you can't cure..."
Yang Luoxue stared intently at her, a faint glint in his eyes, just like the day he came to lead her horse. She felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and coughed, "Alright, I won't go on with these grand pronouncements. Anyway, it's up to you—"
She didn't finish her sentence.
Yang Luoxue kissed her.
In the spacious, cool bamboo house, sunlight streamed down, and tiny dust particles danced in the beams of light. This reminded her of the abandoned courtyard outside Suoding City and the feeling of changing clothes in front of the mirror.
A faint haze, as unreal as a dream.
It felt as if I was no longer myself, as if the world was no longer the same.
"Close your eyes."
His lips were still on hers, his voice low and indistinct, like a coax, a soothing whisper, yet also a command. She felt his arms tighten around her shoulders, the faint scent of medicine emanating from him filling her lungs. Her eyes closed, she had to close them; she no longer had the strength to open them.
That moment felt like an eternity. They fell silent; her forehead rested on his shoulder, her breathing unsteady. He rested his chin on her head, remaining silent for a long time.
I know clearly in my heart that I will look back on this moment countless times throughout my life and remember it forever.
She slowly raised her head, her face still flushed, but her expression had calmed down, and her eyes shone brightly. "I think you should start researching medicine to save Xiao Yan."
"Yes, even if it's a terminal illness, I'll try before she dies."
Chapter 143
"The Ice Road Frost Iron has already been transported from Kunlun to Suoding City, and I need to go back to forge swords."
"I'll take you back." He paused slightly, a strange light in his eyes, "and while I'm at it, I'll propose marriage."
“Your time is even tighter, so you don’t need to see me off.” Baili Wushuang’s face seemed to flush slightly, but his expression was upright and his eyes were bright. “Let’s not worry about those formalities. A year from now, when the peach blossoms bloom at Xuyu Temple, we’ll meet there.”
“Xuyu Temple…” Peach blossoms, stone steps, the soft red light of the setting sun seemed to be right before her eyes, and Yang Luoxue’s thin lips curved into a smile. “That’s fine too.”
"If you find another lover this year, you need not inform me. If I cannot find her on the mountain, I will understand naturally."
"Hmm, it saves us from having to explain things face to face, isn't that great?" Seeing her give him a half-smile, half-glare, he put his arm around her and said, "Unless I'm dead, I'll crawl up the mountain if I have to."
Her voice was low, and she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a slight tremor.
This is an agreement, and also a vow.
Both were certain the other would go. Because they knew they would go no matter what, because they knew it would be the happiness of their lives.
Baili Wushuang decided to return to Suoding City the next day, which meant that they only had ten hours left to spend together.
A person's life has countless hours, but there are no ten hours that are as sweet and bittersweet as these ten.
They were all people who were used to making decisions, but at this moment they hesitated and felt melancholy.
"Staying one more day is fine," she thought.
"Sending her back to the city is also an option," he thought.
Even if I stayed another day, I would still feel reluctant to part. Even if I sent her back to the city, I would still have to endure the bitterness of separation this past year.
Thinking this way, she felt a pang of sadness. Yang Luoxue sighed, "I really want to stop caring about everything. You can ignore Suoding City, and I can ignore Medicine King Valley. Let's find a place and live like this for the rest of our lives."