Chapter 18: Zither Beckoning Ming Xue (Part 1)_1

Ye Yinzhu said, "One treatment is not enough. I need to use the Purple Bamboo Needle to gradually unblock her facial meridians, revitalizing the dead and atrophied ones. Then, I'll gradually eliminate the residual toxicity hidden in her meridians. From now on, I should give her acupuncture once a week for about ten times. There should be noticeable changes by then. As for the extent of recovery, I can't be sure. But at least seven-tenths of her appearance should be restored."

Looking at Ye Yinzhu and listening to his breathless and tired voice, Xiang Luan realized that this first-ever male student from the Divine Music Department, who had brought great honour to the department, actually looked quite adorable. His pure gaze was like that of a child, and what attracted Xiang Luan the most was Ye Yinzhu's selfless sincerity.

"Thank you on behalf of Haiyang. Whether it is successful or not, we will always be grateful for your help."

Ye Yinzhu gave a slight smile. At this moment, bouts of dizziness accompanied by intense fatigue were assaulting his brain, "There's no need to thank me. I just don't want to see Elder Sister Haiyang always depressed. It must be painful for a girl to suffer such an injury. Elder Sister Xiang Luan, rest assured, I will do my best to cure her. Okay, I'll leave now. Can you please wipe her body down? The fluids that have seeped out are the toxins from within her. This time, I've got rid of some, so she should feel a bit better. I need to leave now."

"Rest for a while before leaving." Xiang Luan hurriedly said.

Ye Yinzhu shook his head, gently bit his tongue, and used the pain to make himself slightly more alert, then left.

Watching Ye Yinzhu's retreating figure, Xiang Luan smiled. It was a genuine admiration that came from within her. She whispered, "Ye Yinzhu, you have a heart of gold."

"Yin Zhu, what's wrong?" Sura rushed to support the slightly unsteady Ye Yinzhu, looking at him in surprise.

Ye Yinzhu smiled faintly, "It's nothing, just a bit tired. Let's go."

Sura sighed softly, "You... I really don't know what to do with you. Come on, let me help you." As he spoke, he lifted Yin Zhu's arm to lean on his frail shoulder, and they started walking towards the mixed dormitory. A distinct look of worry could be seen in his eyes, but because of the dim night, coupled with Ye Yinzhu's excessive exhaustion, he didn't notice it all.

The evening breeze was cool and indescribably comfortable. At the moment, Ye Yinzhu's feelings were even lighter than the wind. When treating Haiyang, he had never thought of what he would gain. But now, he realized he'd gained a lot. The gratification he felt from helping others was irreplaceable. So, this was how great it felt to help others.

A heartfelt smile appeared on his lips. Feeling the autumn breeze, he realized that he was growing fond of the Milan Magic Martial Academy.

Divine Music Department Dormitory.

"What happened to me?" Haiyang woke up in a daze. The outside was still pitch-black. Xiang Luan was sitting next to her, wiping her body with a warm towel.

"Do you feel a bit better?" Xiang Luan asked with concern.

Haiyang was stunned, then she recalled everything that had occurred, and said bitterly, "Has he gone?"

Xiang Luan nodded.

Haiyang sighed lightly, her eyes distant and cold, "I know, I never had the hope to recover in this lifetime. I shouldn't have bothered him. He is a kind-hearted person."

Xiang Luan laughed, "I thought you were going to say that he shouldn't have seen your body."

Haiyang's cheeks turned red as she protested, "Sister, why would you say such a thing? Can't you see that he's not like other people? All the male students from other departments avoid me once they see the scar on my face. Only he never made me feel uncomfortable."

Xiang Luan chuckled, "Seems like this Ye Yinzhu has really captured your heart."

Haiyang's expression shifted slightly. She shook her head and said, "Sister, don't speculate. Yinzhu is a good person, but anything between us is impossible. You know, I've given up on romantic matters long ago."

Xiang Luan said, "Why not? Have you forgotten the oath you made as a child? Back then, you said that anyone who could heal the scar on your face, no matter who they are or how old they are, you would marry them as a form of gratitude. Now, there's such a handsome young man in front of you, even I am a bit envious of you."

"Sister, you...." Haiyang, upon realizing something, looked at Xiang Luan's gaze—originally blank, but gradually becoming odd. She stammered out, "You're saying, he...he managed to achieve it?"

Xiang Luan picked up a bronze mirror from a side and handed it to Haiyang with a smile, "See for yourself."

Trembling, Haiyang took the bronze mirror. She calmed herself down before she dared to look into the mirror.

Her pale face now had a splash of red, her black hair a bit messy due to sweat. The scar on her face hadn't disappeared, it still resided just as harshly as before. However, the feeling of disappointment didn't linger for long. It only took a moment for Haiyang to recognize the change. The scar which was a dark red had turned pink, especially around the edges—it was bright red with soft skin. It seemed to be gently wriggling, and a slight tingling sensation continuously emanated from the scar.

"There's a sensation. There's actually a sensation." Haiyang looked at her reflection in the mirror with delight, raising her other hand subconsciously to touch her face. Ever since her injury as a child, this side of her face had been completely numb. Now, after seventeen years, there was a sensation in her cheek for the first time. Although it was faint, it was a sudden feeling that ignited hope in her heart once more.

Xiang Luan continued, "Don't ask me how he did it, I have no idea. His actions were extremely fast. I just saw that he was very tired, so tired he could barely stand. He said that the scars on your face would require multiple treatments, around ten or so, then it should be healed—you're looking at recovering at least seventy to eighty percent of your original appearance. So, should you keep your promise to him?"

Haiyang was dumbstruck. Undoubtedly, she was in for a sleepless night.

By daybreak, when the first ray of sunlight streamed through the modest dormitory window, Ye Yinzhu had already awakened from his meditation. The exhaustion from the previous night had vanished, he felt light and energized. Clenching his fists, he couldn't help but mutter, "When did my recovery abilities become so good? It's not the first time either."

"Yinzhu, hurry up and wash up so you can have breakfast." Sura was already prepared for the morning meal, as always. Perhaps it was because he found a job, but today's breakfast had several eggs—a notable improvement.

"Sura, where did these eggs come from?" Ye Yinzhu, already enticed by the breakfast aroma, was eager to dig in. But under Sura's gaze, he first went to wash up. In his heart, Sura was undoubtedly the best housekeeper. At least, he himself felt quite helpless under Sura's care.

"The eggs were bought by me, obviously. What, do you expect eggs to fall from the sky?" Sura snorted dismissively. There was a paleness on his face, as though he didn't sleep well the night before.

Ye Yinzhu was surprised, "You bought them? Did you go buy them this morning? You must have gotten up so early!"

Sura replied matter-of-factly, "Not everyone is as lazy as you, sleeping until daybreak. Come and eat."

As he sat at the narrow dining table, Ye Yinzhu remembered something. He seemingly mentioned, unintentionally while having breakfast a few days ago, that he loved eggs as a child. Could it be that Sura he...?