After I Got Pregnant With The Hero’S Baby, I Ran Away With The Ball. Chapter 6

The original host threw the male lead into the earth’s core for the sake of the Earth Fire Heart Lotus? This plot point was never mentioned in the original novel, and the original host shouldn’t have been suffering from Cultivation Deviation at that time. Why would he need the Earth Fire Heart Lotus?

Wei Lin felt a sharp, painful throbbing in his temples.

How exactly did the plot line collapse into this state? Could it be that the original host had already been transmigrated by someone else before? Otherwise, there was no logical explanation for why the original host would inexplicably want the Earth Fire Heart Lotus.

The original host had truly left him with too many mysteries. Wei Lin was actually a somewhat lazy person; he would absolutely avoid troublesome matters like this if he could. But now, he was caught in the middle of the vortex, unable to extricate himself.

The man opposite him had dark eyes and was waiting for his response.

He pondered for a moment, then blamed everything on his amnesia. He said, “I forgot about such an unimportant matter long ago.”

“Unimportant?” Duan Xi looked at him strangely, trying to detect a hint of pretense on his face, yet found him completely composed and candid.

Duan Xi scoffed and smiled self-deprecatingly, “So, only I remember it clearly.”

Wei Lin truly had no heart. He was ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself. He could easily forget something that could be listed as the greatest humiliation of his life. No wonder his attitude towards him had been so peaceful these past few days.

If he were to remember one day, would he wish he could turn back time, return to this moment, and strangle the self who had just called it irrelevant?

The thought of that scene instantly lifted Duan Xi’s spirits.

He was somewhat looking forward to the expression Wei Lin would have when his Cultivation Deviation was cured and he recovered all his memories.

In the following days, Duan Xi remained elusive. Wei Lin stayed alone in the small courtyard, reading small picture books when idle, and occasionally tending to the flowers and plants. Aside from the occasional bouts of pain, his life was quite peaceful and comfortable.

At noon on the fifth day, just after the attendant boy had delivered the medicinal meal and left, Duan Xi walked into the courtyard. Wei Lin was expressionlessly pouring the medicinal meal into the small pond to feed the fish.

Duan Xi crossed his arms and asked leisurely, “What is Madam doing?”

Caught red-handed for not taking his medicine properly, Wei Lin showed no sign of panic. His gaze swept past Duan Xi toward the gentle and refined young man behind him.

Wei Lin’s eyes only paused on the young man’s face for a moment before he casually withdrew his gaze.

“What business does Gate Master Duan have with me?”

He placed the medicine bowl on the stone table nearby, his attitude extremely frank.

“Can’t I come see my Madam if I have no business?”

As Duan Xi spoke, he quickly walked over to Wei Lin’s side, and the young man behind him followed suit.

Duan Xi glanced at the empty bowl and teased, “Is Madam secretly pouring out the medicine because he’s afraid it’s bitter?”

Wei Lin: “…”

He couldn’t refute it. Although the medicinal soup was effective, the taste was truly unbearable. Just smelling it made him nauseous, let alone having to drink it every day. To him, it was sheer mental torture.

Although his body was still very weak, he was no longer so frail that he couldn’t stand steadily, as he had been when he first transmigrated.

Feeling that his health was almost restored, Wei Lin poured out the soup for the first time, only to be caught in the act, and one of the people present was the medical cultivator who prescribed the medicine.

He raised a hand to rub his brow, saying with a hint of guilt, “It’s not that I’m afraid of the bitterness, I just dislike the taste of the soup.”

Duan Xi snorted, noncommittal.

The young man behind him looked disapproving. “Good medicine tastes bitter but benefits the illness. Valley Master Wei should not be willful.”

Wei Lin pursed his lips, wanting to argue, but the young man didn’t give him a chance, continuing to advise, “The Valley Master is physically weak. If you don’t recuperate properly, even if the Cultivation Deviation is cured later, your foundation will be ruined.”

Since the young man had spoken to this extent, if he insisted on refusing, it would seem ungrateful. He sighed helplessly and said, “I understand.”

Duan Xi had been watching the scene with crossed arms. Seeing Wei Lin put in a difficult spot, he clicked his tongue in surprise. Wei Lin shot him a cold glare. The latter shrugged, then turned to the young man and said, “In the future, don’t call him Valley Master Wei. You must call him Gate Master Madam.”

The young man froze, looking at his Gate Master with a mixture of wanting to speak and holding back, but in the end, he didn’t ask anything and naturally changed his address for Wei Lin.

Wei Lin gritted his back teeth in anger upon hearing this. Was this male lead so used to taking advantage of him? It was bad enough that he called him Madam, but why did he demand that others change their address too?

Wasn’t this character assassination?

Duan Xi was clearly oblivious to this, still cheerfully telling the young man, “I’ll announce to the other disciples later that they must all call him Gate Master Madam from now on.”

Wei Lin reached his limit, grabbing the empty medicine bowl and throwing it at him.

Duan Xi reacted extremely fast. Just as the bowl was about to hit his handsome nose, he raised his hand and caught it.

Tossing the bowl back to its original spot, Duan Xi curled his lips, staring intently at Wei Lin. “Is Madam trying to murder his own husband?”

Wei Lin wanted to tell him to get lost, but his self-control prevented him from saying it.

Duan Xi knew when to stop and didn’t continue teasing him. Instead, he began introducing the young man.

“This is Yin Changlan. He is the closed-door disciple of my Martial Uncle.”

Wei Lin knew he was a medical cultivator, but he hadn’t expected him to be the closed-door disciple of the Medical Saint.

The Medical Saint, Wen Yu, was an eccentric person. Even though his medical skills could revive the dead and regrow flesh on bones, he had two rules: one, he wouldn’t save the living, and two, he would only teach medical geniuses.

To be accepted as Wen Yu’s closed-door disciple, this Yin Changlan would likely become formidable in the future. If he could be brought under his wing before he fully matured, he would certainly be a great asset.

However, given his close relationship with Duan Xi, it was unlikely he could be swayed.

Wei Lin’s mind raced, but his expression remained calm. He nodded to Yin Changlan. “A pleasure.”

The latter returned the smile.

Duan Xi glanced between the two of them. Seeing the slight eagerness in Wei Lin’s eyes when looking at Yin Changlan, he subtly positioned himself between them.

He told Wei Lin, “We are still short a few ingredients for the spiritual medicine needed to treat Cultivation Deviation. Your constitution is too weak, and Chang Lan is worried you won’t be able to withstand the medicinal power. He wants to examine your body first before making further plans.”

Just a physical examination?

For some reason, Wei Lin felt a resistance in his heart, but Duan Xi was right. If he took the spiritual pill without assessing his physical condition, he might not be able to endure the medicinal power and could explode and die.

Seeing a trace of wariness in his eyes, Yin Changlan spoke up, “Gate Master Madam need not be nervous. It’s just a pulse check. I might also need to use spiritual energy to probe the situation in your meridians. If Gate Master Madam is truly unwilling, Chang Lan respects your decision.”

Wei Lin hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

The courtyard was bathed in bright sunlight, and Wei Lin was dressed somewhat thickly, making it unsuitable to stay outside for long. The three of them entered the living room together.

Wei Lin and Yin Changlan sat facing each other, with Duan Xi standing nearby watching.

This was Wei Lin’s first time dealing with a medical cultivator, and he didn’t know how they conducted consultations.

Yin Changlan noticed his confusion and smiled gently, reminding him, “Please extend your right hand, Madam.”

Wei Lin complied, rolling up his sleeve to his elbow, exposing his pale, slender wrist, which was as delicate as white jade, to the air.

“Is this enough?”

Wei Lin tilted his head slightly, musing that it seemed no different from traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life.

“This is sufficient.”

Yin Changlan said this and raised his hand, about to place it on Wei Lin’s wrist, when Duan Xi suddenly called a halt.

“Wait a moment.”

Both men looked at him. He offered no explanation, but instead took out a handkerchief and spread it flat over Wei Lin’s wrist. He then examined it carefully, nodded in satisfaction, and said, “Alright, you may continue.”

Yin Changlan: “…”

The Gate Master’s possessiveness was truly obvious. He wasn’t even willing to let a medical cultivator touch him.

Recalling the Gate Master’s various abnormal behaviors recently, he couldn’t help but worry: Should I check if the Gate Master has suffered any damage to his head?