Arc 4 Chapter 11 Part 2
Fan Yin froze for a moment, but then he brought the medicine bowl towards Shen Jiayan’s lips and insisted, “Be obedient, just drink it.”
Shen Jiayan was unable to change his mind. He leaned forward to take a sip, but he only thought that the taste surpassed the smell. His mouth was filled with a fishy smell and the person couldn’t help but vomit.
Shen Jiayan laid on the edge of the bed and immediately threw up what he had drunk.
However, the effect of the medicine was excellent. He clearly only swallowed a bit of it but he could already slightly move his limbs.
Fan Yin patted Shen Jiayan’s back with his eyes shining in distress. However, he still handed over the medicine bowl, “Yun Chen, finish drinking the medicine!”
Shen Jiayan saw the instability in Fan Yin’s eyes, so he no longer made it difficult for him. He took the medicine bowl, pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp.
The few following days, it seemed that Fan Yin had completely forgotten about the plague outside. He only lived in this thatched cottage with Shen Jiayan at ease and didn’t speak a word about the affairs outside.
On this day, after drinking the strange medicine several days in a row, Shen Jiayan finally reached his limit, “Shifu, when can I stop drinking this medicine?”
It was merely a simple question, but it made Fan Yin’s entire body slightly stiffened.
Fan Yin’s eyes met Shen Jiayan’s crystal clear eyes. He suppressed the darkness in his eyes and vaguely told him, “You were seriously injured. You still need to drink it for dozens of days.”
Hearing what he said, Shen Jiayan lowered his head with a sense of loss on his face, “I still need to drink it for so long!”
Fan Yin hesitantly touched Shen Jiayan’s hair and a trace of struggle flashed across his face. However, it eventually turned into a firm look, “Be obedient, just drink it properly.” It was like he was telling this to Shen Jiayan, but it was also telling this to himself.
The fishy smell in the medicine just kept getting heavier day by day.
Shen Jiayan had always wondered what herbs were put into his medicine that made it smell like that.
Until one day, when he was able to walk on the ground, he eventually saw what Fan Yin had been putting in that cauldron of boiling medicine——Fan Yin had taken his own heart’s blood to give him as medicine.
“Shifu, what are you doing?” Shen Jiayan grabbed Fan Yin’s hand that was holding a dagger against his chest. His voice trembled as he asked.
Fan Yin turned his head back, blood still oozing from the left side of his chest. However, he himself did not seem to feel it. He put down the bloodstained dagger and covered himself with an outer garment. He said, “Yun Chen, return to your room first.”
“Shifu, I’m already fine, I really am! Don’t give me any more medicine, okay?” Shen Jiayan grabbed Fan Yin’s sleeve as he pleaded. His eyes were layered with mist, making it almost impossible for him to see Fan Yin’s expression.
No wonder, the fishy smell on the medicine was very heavy; no wonder Fan Yin’s face became paler day by day. It was also no wonder, the healing efficacy of the medicine was so good—— Shen Jiayan hated that he couldn’t slap himself more; why couldn’t he discover this earlier?
Fan Yin pursed his lips and pulled down Shen Jiayan’s hand, “Yun Chen, listen to Weishi’s words and return to your room now, alright?”
“I won’t!” Shen Jiayan took a few steps backwards and looked at Fan Yin with a stubborn expression, “Unless Shifu tells me. What kind of disease am I suffering from? Why must I use your blood as medicine?”
There has never been a moment where Fan Yin has felt so utterly powerless before. After a long time of silence, Fan Yin finally said, “It was not that you are sick, but rather, it was in order to fix your soul.”
“Fix my soul?” Shen Jiayan muttered repeatedly.
“The time you saved me, you actually lost your breath. It was just that I hardened your soul and trapped it within your body.” Fan Yin lowered his eyelashes and hid the real emotions in his eyes, “However, merely trapping it was useless. Your soul and body had no way to merge together again. Therefore, it was necessary to fix your soul.”
Shen Jiayan bit his lower lip, “Then tell me, Shifu. How many days are needed for me to drink the medicine in order to fix my soul?”
“Forty-nine days.” Fan Yin’s eyes were filled with doting as he looked at Shen Jiayan, “Soon, Yun Chen. There’s only fourteen days left.”
“No! Shifu, I will never take a sip of this medicine again! Absolutely not!” Shen Jiayan tightly clenched his hands into fists, deep crescent marks were deeply pinched into his palms. “Shifu, don’t you know what the consequences are if you alter the fate decided by Heaven?”
“What if I know, what if I don’t know. Yun Chen, if I’m unable to keep you by becoming a Buddha, then I’m willing to join the devil for you!” Fan Yin turned his head, his eyes were filled with a faint dark aura, “If you don’t drink it, I will force you to drink it. If you still won’t drink it, I will slaughter one person in this city every moment that passes; you will always be willing to drink it.”
Looking at the appearance of Fan Yin, it was clear that he had become entrenched in his obsession.
“Shifu, but I’m already dead!” Shen Jiayan took a step back and chokingly said, “Just let me die in peace, alright?”
Fan Yin pulled Shen Jiayan into his arms, tightly hugging him. It was so tight that Shen Jiayan could barely breathe, “Impossible! Yun Chen, don’t you ever think of leaving me again unless I die!”
If you are destined to be my calamity in this life, then I am obliged to cope with this calamity.
Arc 4 Chapter 11 Part 2
Fan Yin froze for a moment, but then he brought the medicine bowl towards Shen Jiayan’s lips and insisted, “Be obedient, just drink it.”
Shen Jiayan was unable to change his mind. He leaned forward to take a sip, but he only thought that the taste surpassed the smell. His mouth was filled with a fishy smell and the person couldn’t help but vomit.
Shen Jiayan laid on the edge of the bed and immediately threw up what he had drunk.
However, the effect of the medicine was excellent. He clearly only swallowed a bit of it but he could already slightly move his limbs.
Fan Yin patted Shen Jiayan’s back with his eyes shining in distress. However, he still handed over the medicine bowl, “Yun Chen, finish drinking the medicine!”
Shen Jiayan saw the instability in Fan Yin’s eyes, so he no longer made it difficult for him. He took the medicine bowl, pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp.
The few following days, it seemed that Fan Yin had completely forgotten about the plague outside. He only lived in this thatched cottage with Shen Jiayan at ease and didn’t speak a word about the affairs outside.
On this day, after drinking the strange medicine several days in a row, Shen Jiayan finally reached his limit, “Shifu, when can I stop drinking this medicine?”
It was merely a simple question, but it made Fan Yin’s entire body slightly stiffened.
Fan Yin’s eyes met Shen Jiayan’s crystal clear eyes. He suppressed the darkness in his eyes and vaguely told him, “You were seriously injured. You still need to drink it for dozens of days.”
Hearing what he said, Shen Jiayan lowered his head with a sense of loss on his face, “I still need to drink it for so long!”
Fan Yin hesitantly touched Shen Jiayan’s hair and a trace of struggle flashed across his face. However, it eventually turned into a firm look, “Be obedient, just drink it properly.” It was like he was telling this to Shen Jiayan, but it was also telling this to himself.
The fishy smell in the medicine just kept getting heavier day by day.
Shen Jiayan had always wondered what herbs were put into his medicine that made it smell like that.
Until one day, when he was able to walk on the ground, he eventually saw what Fan Yin had been putting in that cauldron of boiling medicine——Fan Yin had taken his own heart’s blood to give him as medicine.
“Shifu, what are you doing?” Shen Jiayan grabbed Fan Yin’s hand that was holding a dagger against his chest. His voice trembled as he asked.
Fan Yin turned his head back, blood still oozing from the left side of his chest. However, he himself did not seem to feel it. He put down the bloodstained dagger and covered himself with an outer garment. He said, “Yun Chen, return to your room first.”
“Shifu, I’m already fine, I really am! Don’t give me any more medicine, okay?” Shen Jiayan grabbed Fan Yin’s sleeve as he pleaded. His eyes were layered with mist, making it almost impossible for him to see Fan Yin’s expression.
No wonder, the fishy smell on the medicine was very heavy; no wonder Fan Yin’s face became paler day by day. It was also no wonder, the healing efficacy of the medicine was so good—— Shen Jiayan hated that he couldn’t slap himself more; why couldn’t he discover this earlier?
Fan Yin pursed his lips and pulled down Shen Jiayan’s hand, “Yun Chen, listen to Weishi’s words and return to your room now, alright?”
“I won’t!” Shen Jiayan took a few steps backwards and looked at Fan Yin with a stubborn expression, “Unless Shifu tells me. What kind of disease am I suffering from? Why must I use your blood as medicine?”
There has never been a moment where Fan Yin has felt so utterly powerless before. After a long time of silence, Fan Yin finally said, “It was not that you are sick, but rather, it was in order to fix your soul.”
“Fix my soul?” Shen Jiayan muttered repeatedly.
“The time you saved me, you actually lost your breath. It was just that I hardened your soul and trapped it within your body.” Fan Yin lowered his eyelashes and hid the real emotions in his eyes, “However, merely trapping it was useless. Your soul and body had no way to merge together again. Therefore, it was necessary to fix your soul.”
Shen Jiayan bit his lower lip, “Then tell me, Shifu. How many days are needed for me to drink the medicine in order to fix my soul?”
“Forty-nine days.” Fan Yin’s eyes were filled with doting as he looked at Shen Jiayan, “Soon, Yun Chen. There’s only fourteen days left.”
“No! Shifu, I will never take a sip of this medicine again! Absolutely not!” Shen Jiayan tightly clenched his hands into fists, deep crescent marks were deeply pinched into his palms. “Shifu, don’t you know what the consequences are if you alter the fate decided by Heaven?”
“What if I know, what if I don’t know. Yun Chen, if I’m unable to keep you by becoming a Buddha, then I’m willing to join the devil for you!” Fan Yin turned his head, his eyes were filled with a faint dark aura, “If you don’t drink it, I will force you to drink it. If you still won’t drink it, I will slaughter one person in this city every moment that passes; you will always be willing to drink it.”
Looking at the appearance of Fan Yin, it was clear that he had become entrenched in his obsession.
“Shifu, but I’m already dead!” Shen Jiayan took a step back and chokingly said, “Just let me die in peace, alright?”
Fan Yin pulled Shen Jiayan into his arms, tightly hugging him. It was so tight that Shen Jiayan could barely breathe, “Impossible! Yun Chen, don’t you ever think of leaving me again unless I die!”
If you are destined to be my calamity in this life, then I am obliged to cope with this calamity.
