Chapter 1348

If one could observe at the microscopic level, one would see cells dividing rapidly—tens of thousands of them—especially those shattered bones, quickly reorganizing and healing, the bones becoming even more solid, while the flesh and meridians originally crushed by the pressure also grew tougher; everything was developing in a good direction.

In just a few short minutes, Li Li Changan was like a newborn, as if reborn.

By the time the physician hurried over, Li Li Changan's complexion had already returned to a normal rosy flush.

The physician who came was actually an acquaintance of Lin Cheng's—Doctor Zhai of the Zhai family.

"Greetings, Master Lin Cheng." Doctor Zhai bowed respectfully.

Lin Cheng didn't want to waste any time; he hurriedly pulled Doctor Zhai to the bedside, pointed at Li Li Changan on the bed, his words tinged with a hint of anxiety.

"Quick, take a look at her—she suddenly fainted. Is it anemia?" Lin Cheng put on a very alarmed look, then afterward rubbed his nose a little awkwardly—wondering if he was overacting, since the other party was a professional doctor.

Ah well, even if he saw through it, it should be fine, right? He consoled himself this way.

Although Lin Cheng already knew the Life Potion should have pretty much healed An'an, he was after all not a physician, so he still had to let a professional handle it.

"Understood."

Doctor Zhai hurriedly stepped forward to take her pulse; before long, he furrowed his brow—the pulse was normal yet on the yin-soft side, and even somewhat stronger and healthier than an ordinary person's.

It made no sense—a person with such a strong, healthy pulse would actually faint; anemia was even more impossible.

He gave Lin Cheng a strange look, which made Lin Cheng even more embarrassed, and he couldn't help turning away to look around.

After another careful assessment, Doctor Zhai ultimately couldn't diagnose anything out of the ordinary—she was completely the same as a normal person—so he could only wrap things up hastily.

"Master Lin Cheng, please rest assured. This young lady's pulse is slightly irregular, but there's no major issue; she should have just received a fright. I can prescribe two doses of a calming medicine and have someone deliver it to you shortly."

"Mm, thank you for your trouble, Doctor Zhai." Lin Cheng felt relieved and let out a long breath.

Doctor Zhai didn't say much more; he picked up his medicine box, rose, and took his leave.

As he was leaving, that one glance at Lin Cheng—particularly that special look—made Lin Cheng a little flustered.

Could Doctor Zhai have already figured it out?

In fact, Doctor Zhai was simply puzzled about the identity of the person on the bed—according to the pulse, the other party was a soft, feminine girl, yet in her adornment she was dressed as a man; her intentions were unfathomable.

There was also a woman's rouge scent on her—someone so obviously a woman—could Master Lin Cheng really not tell that the other party was a woman?

Half an hour later.

Li Li Changan only groggily came to her senses then. She remembered that hadn't she been enduring the pressure from the Spirit Weapons earlier? How did she end up here?

"Where is this?"

"Holy crap, you're a woman!!!"

Not far away, Miss Qianhui, who had been sitting by the table eating fruit, was so startled that the fruit in her hand dropped to the floor; her eyes bulged wide as she stared at the handsome man on the bed with an expression of utter disbelief.

One had to admit, Li Li Changan's male-disguised-as-female act was extremely convincing—a fair, delicate face leaning toward the yin-soft type, exactly the kind women tended to love.

Earlier, when Lin Cheng had asked Qianhui to help look after her, Miss Qianhui couldn't help staring for quite a while, nearly drooling—if she didn't already have Lin Cheng, she might have thrown herself into the other's embrace. It had taken great effort to distract herself by eating fruit. Hearing some movement, she turned her head to look, and the moment the other party opened her mouth, she was completely dumbfounded.

Her stunned face rapidly turned to anger.

She hadn't forgotten—this fellow had come out of Lin Cheng's forging room earlier, and when she fainted, it was Lin Cheng who carried her up in a princess carry.

Even she herself had never been held like that by Lin Cheng; suddenly, Qianhui felt as if a certain color had appeared on top of her head.

"Ahhh, Lin Cheng, I need an explanation!!! Otherwise… you're dead!"

Qianhui's face turned blue, then purple. Before Li Li Changan could even figure out what was going on, Qianhui had already rushed out of the room like the wind, leaping angrily from the third floor down to the first floor, demanding an explanation from Lin Cheng.

"Uh, did I cause trouble?" Li Li Changan only slowly realized it. She wasn't anxious in her heart; instead, her eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of cunning flashing through them.

She was looking forward to it a little—how would Lin Cheng describe the relationship between her and him?

To tell the truth, she didn't mind making her relationship with Lin Cheng public—even if it was she who was pursuing Lin Cheng, so what?

Thinking it over by herself, Lin Cheng was also very much alone in this world; as for true family, probably only she had the confidence that he would grow to like her!

"Lin Cheng!"

A ghastly, terrifying female voice rang out—sounding like a life-reaping vengeful ghost, yet also like a demon crawling up from the abyss.

Lin Cheng had originally been in the forging room pondering how to improve the magic-crystal internal combustion engine, when he suddenly shivered all over. At the same moment, a gaze as sharp as a sword piercing through his body shot at his back.

If gazes could kill, he would already be gravely wounded by now.

Lin Cheng didn't know what expression to make; he turned his head blankly, only to see a pitch-black humanoid figure standing at the door of the forging room—within the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes stared fixedly at him.

The instant their eyes met, Lin Cheng seemed to see a mountain of blades and a sea of flames, a foul wind and a rain of blood, an endless ocean of gore—in an instant, it transformed into a firewood cleaver slashing toward him.