23: Little Doctor Captures the Bag

“Delay?”

Little Fairy Doctor clearly had no intention of letting him off easily; her sharp gaze swept over every detail of Mo Yuhan’s body like a probe.

First, she saw the daily necessities Mo Yuhan had purchased, which was nothing strange.

Little Fairy Doctor knew Mo Yuhan often went to the Monster Mountain Range, so buying some long-distance supplies was perfectly normal.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a corner of the package in Mo Yuhan’s arms that wasn’t completely hidden—a touch of light purple fabric that seemed overly exquisite.

“Oh?”

Little Fairy Doctor’s almond eyes instantly widened, filled with undisguised surprise and scrutiny. She extended a slender finger and unceremoniously pointed at the exposed fabric, “This material… this color…”

She took a step closer, tilting her head like a little fox who had discovered some earth-shattering secret, and lowered her voice with a mischievous smile, “Little rascal, you can’t wear this, can you? It looks… like it’s for a girl?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a small stone dropped into Mo Yuhan’s heart, making his heart skip a beat.

He subconsciously tried to hide the entire package behind him, but his movements were clumsy and only served to draw more attention due to the large backpack on his back.

“That’s not true, you’re mistaken.” Mo Yuhan’s small face was taut, but a suspicious blush uncontrollably crept onto his cheeks. His tone was childishly stubborn, trying to hide his inner panic.

“Oh?”

Little Fairy Doctor drew out the end of her words, crossing her arms and watching his embarrassed expression with a leisurely air. The mischievous smile in her eyes deepened, “It really has nothing to do with me?”

She deliberately walked a circle around Mo Yuhan, her gaze sweeping over the rice, beast meat, and several packets of herbs clearly meant for seriously injured people in his backpack, which were obviously more than a child his size would need.

“Buying so much food, and also hemostatic grass, muscle-regenerating powder… Tsk tsk, this amount doesn’t seem to be prepared for yourself, does it? And these clothes…”

Her gaze once again fell on that annoying light purple, with a knowing look that understood everything, “Who exactly did you buy them for? Confess and be lenient, resist and be dealt with severely.”

Mo Yuhan’s heart sank. Little Fairy Doctor was too smart, and her observational skills were terrifyingly sharp.

He didn’t have a storage ring, so with so many things he bought, he couldn’t possibly hide it from her.

Mo Yuhan looked up, meeting Little Fairy Doctor’s clear almond eyes that seemed to see through people’s hearts.

On second thought, taking his severely injured aunt to Wutan City, for an eight-year-old child to traverse the perilous Monster Mountain Range, was extremely difficult.

Moreover… the things in the cave… it wouldn’t be a problem for him to take them out alone, but if he left, who would take care of his aunt?

Even when he came out to buy things, he had taken many protective measures before daring to leave for a short while.

An idea flashed through his mind instantly.

He needed a helper, someone familiar with the outer reaches of the Monster Mountain Range, who also had the ability to protect themselves, and… someone trustworthy.

The Little Fairy Doctor, standing with her hands on her hips and an expression that said, “You’re not going anywhere until you explain,” seemed to be the only option.

Although it was risky, and he hadn’t discussed it with his aunt…

Mo Yuhan took a deep breath, as if having made a certain decision.

He raised his head, the childish panic on his face receding, replaced by a solemnity unbefitting his age.

He cautiously looked around at the noisy crowd, lowering his voice, every word clear: “Little Fairy Doctor Sister, I… I’m in trouble. Big trouble.”

He paused, his eyes showing a hint of pleading, “I need your help, but it’s not convenient to talk here. You have to come with me to a place… You’ll understand when we get there.”

The mischievous smile on Little Fairy Doctor’s face instantly froze.

She looked at Mo Yuhan’s suddenly serious little face; there was no joke in his dark eyes, only genuine pleading, and even a hint of imperceptible worry.

This was completely unlike the precocious and always confident Mo Yuhan she knew.

The clamor of the market seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier at this moment.

Little Fairy Doctor’s smile completely disappeared, her nimble almond eyes narrowing slightly as she carefully scrutinized Mo Yuhan’s expression.

She gently lowered her hands from her hips, adjusted the medicine basket that had slipped slightly on her shoulder, and her voice also quieted, carrying a hint of solemnity: “Alright, lead the way.”

Leaving the bustling market, and following the rugged path outside the town, the hustle and bustle of Qingshan Town were quickly replaced by the unique, earthy silence of the outer Monster Mountain Range.

The further they went, the more tense Mo Yuhan’s expression became, and his steps were extremely light.

Little Fairy Doctor silently followed behind him, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings. The curiosity she had felt earlier was now replaced by deep vigilance and doubt.

This little rascal, who exactly was he hiding in a place like this?

Finally, in front of a mountain wall half-obscured by dense vines, Mo Yuhan stopped.

He cautiously looked back the way they came, confirming no one was following, before carefully pushing aside the vines, revealing a passage just wide enough for one person.

“Inside.”

Mo Yuhan’s voice was very low, with an imperceptible tension, “Little Fairy Doctor Sister, you… once inside, no matter what you see, don’t be too surprised, and don’t… don’t talk nonsense.”

He hesitated, then added, “The person inside is my aunt… she’s very seriously injured and in a very bad mood.”

Little Fairy Doctor nodded, her confusion deepening. This was the first time she had heard Mo Yuhan mention he had an aunt.

Although she knew his background was a mystery, two years of getting along still made her choose to trust him.

And at the same time, a doctor’s instinctive concern arose within her.

She composed her expression, followed Mo Yuhan, bent down, and squeezed into the passage, revealing the small room inside.

Entering the small room, though it was tiny, it was like a world of its own. A small bonfire quietly burned in a corner, emitting faint light and warmth. A strong medicinal scent mixed with a feminine fragrance wafted over them.

By the flickering light of the bonfire, Little Fairy Doctor’s gaze was instantly captivated by the figure on the stone bed.

The person was covered with several of Mo Yuhan’s old outer robes, but even so, it couldn’t completely conceal the breathtaking contours beneath.

The neck and a small patch of shoulder skin exposed outside the robes were as pale as the finest cold jade, shimmering with a luster in the dim light.

However, upon this breathtaking beauty were several hideous, dark red scars that had not yet fully healed. One of them even diagonally cut across the edge of the exquisite collarbone, the sight of the raw, exposed flesh being shocking.

The person on the stone bed seemed to have heard the movement and turned her face extremely slowly and with great difficulty.

The moment that face fully entered Little Fairy Doctor’s vision, even she, who was a beauty herself, was instantly stunned for a moment.

What an astonishingly beautiful face this was.

Every line of her features seemed to have been painstakingly carved by the Creator, so exquisite that not a single flaw could be found.

Her brows were like distant mountains veiled in mist, her nose bridge was straight and delicate, and her lips were well-shaped but appeared pale and cracked from blood loss and pain.

Most breathtaking were her eyes, a deep purple, like a vast galaxy contained within, or like an unfathomable cold abyss. Even though they appeared dim now due to her severe injuries, and even carried a chilling haze of pain, they still exuded an indescribable, high-and-mighty majesty and… a fragile beauty.

This beauty blended ultimate nobility with a tragic allure on the verge of shattering, carrying a fatal attraction, yet also radiating a coldness and danger that warned others to keep their distance.

Little Fairy Doctor had never seen such a person before; this was definitely not the demeanor that could be cultivated in Qingshan Town, or even in the Gama Empire.

Those scars, far from detracting from her radiance, were like cracks in precious porcelain, revealing an even more breathtaking, maddeningly alluring, yet terrifyingly fragile, peerless grace through the fissures.

Little Fairy Doctor stood rooted to the spot, her almond eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape.

On the stone bed, Bibi Dong’s hollow purple eyes slowly focused on Little Fairy Doctor.

Under Mo Yuhan’s care, she gradually regained some of her former spirit, although sometimes still appearing slightly dazed.

At this moment, under Little Fairy Doctor’s gaze, Bibi Dong felt a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

“Han’er, who is she?”