manynovel Chapter 861 Countermeasures (1)
Chapter 861 Countermeasures (1)
(Returning to the main storyline)
(Missing characters will be added later)
——Teyvat
Xumi, Port of Ormos.
At the edge of the rainforest at the southern end of the port, a simple and quiet medical clinic stands silently amidst the swaying shadows of the trees.
Vines twined around the wooden beams, sunlight filtered through layers of leaves, casting dappled shadows, and a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.
It was a unique aroma, carefully blended and simmered from Sumeru Rose, Moon Lotus Root, and Tree King Sacred Body Mushroom, that was soothing and calming, as if it could soothe the most subtle restlessness deep within the soul.
This is Mingyuan's clinic, a place unknown to outsiders, yet it exists like a beacon in the hearts of patients with Demon Scale Disease.
Just now, another patient with scaly skin disease slowly walked out of the clinic with a cane. Although his steps were still unsteady, the gloom in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by a long-lost sense of peace and gratitude.
He turned around and bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly: "Thank you, doctor...and thank you all."
Ying stood by the door, nodded gently, and watched the figure walk further and further away until it disappeared at the end of the path leading to the village.
She opened the notebook in her hand, solemnly made a mark next to the name of the last patient who came for a follow-up visit, and said in a low voice:
"This is the last patient who needs to come for a follow-up examination."
Paimon slumped onto the low stool by the door, propping his cheeks up with his hands, and let out a long breath:
"Finally... finally it's over! God knows how many people I've entertained during this time, my ears are practically calloused from hearing it all!"
"Thank you for your hard work." Meng Jianyue Ruixi walked out of the kitchen, carrying two glasses of clear, yellow honey water on a tray.
Her smile was gentle, as soft as morning dew dripping onto flower petals. "I just added a little mint leaf and sweet honey. Take a sip and it will refresh you."
Paimon snatched it, tilted his head back and drank it down without hesitation, then his eyes lit up: "Wow—! This is divine wine! I feel like my toes are cheering!"
Ying also took a sip, the warm sweetness sliding down her throat, dispelling the fatigue of the past few days.
She smiled and waved her hand, "Don't be shy, we don't have anything else to do anyway, helping out is just a favor."
Before he finished speaking, the curtains inside rustled softly, and Mingyuan slowly stepped out. His expression remained calm, but a hint of weariness could not be hidden between his brows.
He looked at the two of them, his tone unusually gentle: "If it weren't for your help, these follow-up examinations would probably have dragged on for months."
"Patients with scaly disease are already very sensitive, and emotional fluctuations can easily affect their condition. It is fortunate that the assessment can be completed in a short time."
"Thank you so much for your help."
“Hey, Mingyuan, you’re being too polite!” Paimon jumped up. “Besides, we were practically witnesses! We remember everything those people experienced in their dreams so clearly.”
indeed so.
After the Flower Goddess's birthday festival concluded, Sumeru City returned to tranquility.
The afterglow of the celebrations became the talk of the town, with people laughing and discussing the songs, dances, fireworks, and God's grace.
However, beneath this tranquility, there is a group of people who are unable to truly awaken.
They are patients with the Demon Scale Disease, and rely on the medicine developed by Mingyuan to maintain the balance of their bodies.
Their conditions have long since stabilized, and their lives have returned to normal.
But that night, under the pull of the Void System, the entire Sumeru City was plunged into an endless cycle of dreams of the Flower Goddess's birthday.
They relive the same day repeatedly in their dreams, welcoming the festival time and time again, only to witness its end once more—
But when they finally wake up, their memories have run dry like sand in an hourglass, leaving only emptiness.
Only the body remembers everything.
Extreme mental fatigue is transmitted through the nerves to the blood vessels, and the previously suppressed Demon Scale Disease has quietly worsened.
The lines on the skin deepened, the body temperature fluctuated, and mild numbness began to appear in the limbs.
For patients with scaly disease, this is not just a simple discomfort, but a harbinger of impending death.
Fear spread like wildfire.
As a result, letters seeking help and knocks on the door poured into this remote medical clinic.
"Am I going to die?"
"The medicine isn't working anymore, does that mean I'm beyond saving?"
"That night... I remember having a strange dream, and then I just felt really off..."
Faced with these questions, Mingyuan could only remain silent.
The truth is too bizarre: the whole city is trapped in a dream loop?
Did a virtual festival cause physiological abnormalities?
Even if the truth is told, how many people will believe it? More likely, it will only cause greater panic.
Therefore, the only solution is to conduct a thorough examination of each symptom.
They needed to soothe the patient's emotions, adjust medication, and monitor the recovery of the nervous system. This enormous workload was beyond the capacity of Mingyuan and Mengjian Yue Ruixi alone.
Therefore, Ying and Paimon voluntarily stayed.
They registered patients, guided those waiting in line, served tea, and comforted anxious patients. They even learned to identify several basic symptoms during this time.
They became the warmest presence in this secret medical clinic—
Not a doctor, yet better than a healer; lacking medical skills, yet healing hearts with companionship.
Now, with the passing of the last patient, this silent battle has finally come to an end.
Outside the eaves, the evening breeze rustled the palm leaves, and in the distance, the sound of horns signaling merchant ships docking echoed from the harbor.
Port Ormos remained bustling, with transactions, disputes, and laughter weaving together into a symphony of everyday life.
Amidst this bustling scene, this small clinic is quietly returning to its former tranquility.
Ying closed her notebook, looked out at the darkening sky, and said softly, "It's all over."
“Not entirely,” Mingyuan suddenly spoke, his gaze deep. “Diseases don’t disappear because of a single storm, and neither do people’s hearts. They may overcome their fear today, but new challenges may arise tomorrow.”
Yumezuki smiled and replied, "But at least tonight, we can get a good night's sleep."
Paimon was already dozing off in his seat, muttering, "Next time... don't make me be the host again... I want to take a vacation... go back to Liyue for a big meal..."
Ying gazed at her sleeping companion's face, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Yes, the storm has passed, but the lights are still on.
In this land ruled by knowledge and faith, some battles are fought without swords, and some protections are carried out in silence.
And everything they did, like the wisps of medicinal fragrance, was invisible and formless, yet enough to give lost souls the courage to move forward.
The night gently enveloped Ormos Port, and also the small clinic.
Beneath its plaque, a line of small characters is faintly visible—
"This place does not cure common diseases, but only helps those who are destined to suffer."
According to Caesar, this place is called a medical clinic, but it is actually the Church of Christ's Demon Scale Disease Research Center.
But at this moment, in Yingyan's eyes, it is more like a safe haven, sheltering those swept away by the waves of fate until they learn to breathe again.
Just then, footsteps were heard outside the clinic.
Iya rushed into the clinic.
Ying was about to speak to Him not to be too impatient, as Paimon had just fallen asleep and she shouldn't be woken up.
Before she could finish speaking, Ying saw Yi Ya raise the crimson mechanical bird in his hand and say, "Brother, it's brother replying!"
As soon as he spoke, all eyes turned to the mechanical bird in Iya's hand, including Paimon, who had just fallen asleep.