Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 612: Infected with Corpse Poison

"Hahaha! Finally, I’ve caught you two scoundrels!"

A sinister laugh echoed in their ears, and Yang Cheng and Yun Chan’s hearts sank.

This voice was all too familiar—it belonged to that old scoundrel Lai Zhongyao. Yang Cheng hadn’t expected that even though they had sneakily climbed the mountain in the dead of night, this old man still managed to find them.

Without enough time to think, he quickly placed Yun Chan in his arms and dashed madly down the mountain.

"Where do you think you’re going? This time, I won’t be fooled by you. If you don’t hand over the Purifying Spirit Spring, I’ll send you both to the Underworld right now."

Lai Zhongyao was furious to the extreme; he couldn’t believe that after living for so many years, he’d been played for a fool by these two kids.

If he couldn’t obtain the Purifying Spirit Spring, the corpse poison would torture him to death; but before dying, he would never let them go. He’d even crash into Hidden Cloud Village to pull them out, killing everyone to have them buried with him.

"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you immediately. I’ll just smear corpse poison on you, watch your bodies slowly rot, and let you live in fear every day."

His voice was loud, practically shouting.

Yang Cheng had no interest in listening to him; the moment he discovered Lai Zhongyao, he was utterly focused, clutching Yun Chan and rushing down the mountain at full speed without pausing for a moment.

Lai Zhongyao immediately noticed this, crazily chasing after them, shouting loudly, "Trying to escape? No way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the darts in his hand rained down like raindrops, each one soaked in corpse poison.

Yang Cheng clearly felt the direction of the darts but didn’t dodge them, because evading them would slow down his escape.

No matter what tricks Lai Zhongyao used, Yang Cheng had to stay focused, descending the mountain as quickly as possible; this was the only way to ensure their safety.

At this moment, Yun Chan was held tightly in his arms, her heart pounding as Yang Cheng’s heavy breathing filled her ears.

Thud!

Suddenly, there was an unusual sound, and Yang Cheng let out a muffled groan that startled Yun Chan.

She glanced up at Yang Cheng’s face, seeing that he appeared normal without any signs of pain, which put her mind at ease—perhaps it was just an illusion.

Yang Cheng maintained his speed, charging down the mountain in minutes towards the barrier of Hidden Cloud Village.

Behind them came Lai Zhongyao’s angry and unwilling roars, "You brat, you got away again!"

Yang Cheng’s forehead was drenched in sweat as he gasped for breath and sat down on the ground. Actually, carrying Yun Chan down the mountain was nothing for him; the real issue was his injury.

Yun Chan, who was being held by him the whole time, naturally didn’t feel tired, but she was a bit worried.

Sure enough, Lai Zhongyao began laughing maniacally, "Boy, you’ve been hit by my corpse poison; you won’t live long!"

"This toxin has penetrated your flesh, and there’s no hope of recovery; even the Purifying Spirit Spring won’t help."

Upon hearing this, Yun Chan’s face turned pale. She grabbed Yang Cheng’s wrist abruptly, "You’re injured? Let me see!"

"I’m fine, just a small wound." Yang Cheng waved his hand, not wanting her to see.

But Yun Chan was persistent, grabbing a flashlight and shining it on his back, revealing two darts embedded in him, and the blood had stained his white shirt red.

"Still saying you’re fine when you’re bleeding so much? If that old geezer hadn’t said anything, were you just not going to tell me?"

Yun Chan’s eyes reddened immediately, her voice choking.

"I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d worry. I’m a doctor myself; it’ll be fine after resting for a couple of days."

Yang Cheng’s face appeared calm, but inside he was anxious. He had a Poison Immunity Body but couldn’t resist the corpse poison refined by Lai Zhongyao over the years.

"Yun Chan, help me remove the darts, be careful not to cut your fingers."

He instructed, tearing off a piece of clothing to wrap around her fingers, avoiding the corpse poison.

"Bear with me for a moment."

Yun Chan nodded, her fingers gripping one end of the dart.

She knew that it was better to suffer temporarily than to prolong the pain, so she rapidly pulled out the two darts, and the blood gushed out immediately.

Yang Cheng’s expression didn’t change; he gritted his teeth and did not let out a single groan.

He quickly activated his cultivation technique to heal the wound but realized the corpse poison was gradually spreading inside him, trying to heal now would accelerate the poisoning.

"Yang Cheng, let me take you back and clean your wound."

Yun Chan supported Yang Cheng as they headed to her house, gently placing him on the bed once inside.

Not bothering to be gentle, she quickly boiled a pot of hot water and lit an oil lamp.

At this time, Yang Cheng felt weak. He hadn’t anticipated that the corpse poison inside him was so domineering; no wonder Lai Zhongyao was madly trying to find the Purifying Spirit Spring.

It was the first time he tasted the agony of being poisoned, feeling cold all over as if the blood within him had solidified.

Seeing his pale complexion, Yun Chan’s heart raced, her voice trembling, "Yang Cheng, hold on, I’ll help expel the toxic blood."

She pressed hard to squeeze out the poisoned blood from the wound, cleaning it with a piece of clean cotton cloth, turning the whole piece black with blood.

Yang Cheng was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth, "Yun Chan, take the herb from the back basket, crush it and apply it to the wound."

"Alright!"

Yun Chan quickly agreed, went outside to grab a mortar, and pounded the herb vigorously.

The herb, nurtured by the Purifying Spirit Spring, was filled with abundant spiritual energy. As soon as it was applied to Yang Cheng’s wound, it immediately alleviated the pain.

"How do you feel? Is it working?"

Yun Chan’s movements were gentle, afraid of causing him discomfort.

"It’s working. Had I known I’d get hurt, I would have picked more herbs."

Yang Cheng smiled, not wanting Yun Chan to worry about him.

Seeing his faint smile, Yun Chan’s nose tingled, "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ve troubled you."

She deeply regretted not defying going up the mountain impulsively that day, or perhaps if she had taken the Purifying Spirit Spring for Yang Cheng earlier, none of this would have happened tonight.

"Don’t cry. My wound hurts. If you cry more, my heart will hurt too."

Yang Cheng raised his hand, tenderly wiping away her tears.

Those words only made Yun Chan cry harder; her tears poured out more intensely.

"Yang Cheng, I’m so scared. What will I do if you die?"

Once, she thought her feelings for Yang Cheng were just a temporary infatuation, thinking the emotions would fade after parting. But unknowingly, she had fallen in love with this man.

"I won’t die. It’s just a bit of corpse poison, I can handle it."

Yang Cheng sat up slightly, ignoring his wound, and hugged Yun Chan tightly.

"Don’t move; let me apply bandages, or the herbs will fall off."

Yun Chan sniffled, tearing up while wrapping his bandages.