Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]-Chapter 139: Petals of Violet Chrysanthemum — X

"How are you, Young Miss Cheon?" With a gentle smile Li Xinyuan inquired. The little lady lay on her bed, breathing with a wheeze.

"Good as... fish... Out of water." Cheon Yerin replied slowly, hands twitching at her sides.

To jest in such a situation, Cheon Yerin’s mental fortitude was truly commendable.

Albeit weakly, Li Xinyuan offered her a smile. "Do not worry, soon you shall be as good as a fish in sea." He gently squeezed her withering hand to emphasise.

"You... Found donor?"

"Indeed." Li Xinyuan nodded slowly. "You must hold on for a few more days. I shall try my best to restore your health."

"... Thank... You."

"It is merely a duty. Now, drink this concoction made by the Demonic Physician."

"It’s... Bitter... And cold."

"Please, bear with it, My Lady." Li Xinyuan smiled as comfortingly as he could. "Once your health has been restored, you shall need not drink medicines anymore."

"Very well."

...

Few days, as such, passed in a flurry of activities. The day for the surgery drew near, Bai Huiqi’s body was made to prepare for the transformation along with Cheon Yerin’s. In doing so, Li Xinyuan had the Demonic Physician’s expert assistance alongside Hu Lijing’s.

For sure, the surgeon had been a genius, a prodigy in his previous life. Sure, he was an expert in two difficult fields of surgery. But it didn’t mean he was suddenly well-versed in processes far out of his expertise!

He was neither a hematologist, nor did he have a highly trained team of healthcare professionals. With no proper team, neither specialised nurses nor assistants, this was a surgery of the highest risk.

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Maybe, if, perhaps, hopefully, had his godforsaken system been like those in other system transmigration novels; then perhaps this surgery would have been a cakewalk.

But right now... Li Xinyuan was not confident.

At all.

For the seven days leading up to the day of the surgery, the surgeon delegated Cheon Yerin’s pre-surgery care to Hu Lijing and the Demonic Physician’s team of doctors. After which, he locked himself in his office and—like a madman—spent his CP on medical reports, and books, and simulation.

Only the night before the surgery, did he stop to get some rest. And that too when his—trained and decidedly supernatural body of a martial artist—began shaking, and threatened to shut down.

Li Xinyuan knew it was his cue to sleep, to rest. Were he to forgo rest now, the likelihood of a devastating mistake during the surgery would increase. And he would doom himself to a dead man’s fate.

Now he stood, under the glaring lights of Hu Lijing’s making. With his hands cleaned and gloves; his hair tied and covered, mask firmly in place, he couldn’t help but let the nerves wreck him.

It was as though he was back to his first time doing any surgery. Nervous. Unsure, shaking.

He looked down at his patient, unconscious where she lay prone on the stretcher. The anesthesia was correctly administered, thankfully. His hands were held up, shaking.

He took a deep breath, willed himself to calm down. He had practiced his in the system’s simulation—he would succeed.

He had to.

"... You’re shaking." In a gentle whisper, Hu Lijing remarked. "Are you nervous?"

With a tight, tentatively sarcastic, smile, Lu Xinyuan shook his head. "No, I’m excited."

Hu Lijing released a snort, gaze fleeting between the surgeon and Cheon Yerin. "I couldn’t tell." He paused, allowed himself to mull over it in silence. "... You can do this. I believe you—no, I know you can."

Nervous still, Li Xinyuan couldn’t help but allow a tight chuckle to leave his lips. Shoulders tensed, the surgeon laughed, head thrown back the slightest. "Even I am unsure of myself, how dare you believe in me?" He jested with a shake of his head. "Let us begin."

The next hours would perhaps be most crucial for not only Li Xinyuan’s, but Hu Lijing’s and Bai Huiqi’s survival. Even the slightest mistake would threaten them all under the wrath of the Heavenly Demon.

Cheon WuHui’s character may have been shallow and unexplored within the novel, serving as a mere foil to Liu Mingyun’s greatness but Li Xinyuan’s interactions with him were different.

The Heavenly Demon, revered within the mad Cult and feared throughout the Murim, was but a father who wished for his daughter’s health. That much the surgeon could ascertain.

With the thought firmly at the forefront of his mind, Li Xinyuan and his group of medical professionals—relative to the time—began the surgery.

Time seemed to pass in a blur, the intensity was at its precipice in the ’OT’.

"... And we’re done."

Everyone involved in the surgery breathed a collective sigh of relief. The success of this highly complex, never-before seen, procedure spelled the removal of the metaphorical demonic sword from above their heads.

Even as he trembled, wrought with exhaustion of being in the lead, Li Xinyuan did not forget to instruct for Cheon Yerin as well as Bai Huiqi’s post-surgery care.

The surgeon himself was carefully helped out of the place by his attendant Hu Lijing. The nine-tailed fox frowned to himself, lips pursed thin with questions and worry.

"Never before have I seen you so... Beside yourself. While I understand this procedure was momentous, pray tell, Xinyuan, is it not something else that plagues your mind?"

Li Xinyuan closed his eyes at those words. He wished, desperately so, to calm the maelstrom in his heart. He opened his mouth, words failed him, voice stolen and stomach churning with nausea.

"It’s... A long story." He gasped feebly, leaned against Hu Lijing’s for support so he could walk. "A very... Long story."

His heart raced, erratically thundered in his ears. His body was tense, barely allowing him to walk. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, his back and palms were soaked. The surgeon could scarcely concentrate on anything around himself.

Chills crawled down his spine, numbness spread throughout his person—it was as if a swarm of insects were crawling all over his body. Intermittently, Li Xinyuan felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest, the ache giving way to numbness.

He struggled to breath, to ground himself. The urge to throw up increased. The nausea was succeeded by a bout of dizziness. His lungs and heart felt tight, like something was squeezing his internal organs.

Even with Hu Lijing’s comforting grasp, Li Xinyuan struggled to walk forward. The nine-tailed fox spirit’s face was stoic and brows furrowed in worry. The fox spirit licked his lips, the oddity in Li Xinyuan’s countenance wasn’t lost on him.

"Xin... Yuan..." To Li Xinyuan’s ears, the ringing caused Hu Lijing’s anxious call to become increasingly distant.

Before Hu Lijing could think of anything to do. The surgeon collapsed to the floor, shaking and trembling. His throat was tight, a large lump lodged itself in his esophagus. He gasped, tears rolled down his eyes and sobbed wrecked throughout his body.

The pain in his chest increased. The intermittent pain turned into full blown stabs deep in his organs.

The distant past of the past life long gone came back to haunt him, vengeful and full of resentment, the voices whispered a vicious tune in his ears. Time seemed gone, distant warped.

Hu Lijing grabbed his hands, eyes wide with worry.

Li Xinyuan was having a panic attack.

"—Breathe, Xinyuan, please— Oh Heaven, breathe!"

...

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