Chapter 276: Chapter 274 Calligraphy

The dark green Medicine Liquid swiftly submerged Fu Yunhe’s shoulders.

Scalding, was the first sensation.

For a moment, Fu Yunhe thought he was a shrimp about to be cooked; he felt certain that he must have turned bright red.

Pain, followed closely on its heels.

Before he could adjust to the temperature, it was as if millions of ants, each with legs as sharp as little knives, were frantically dancing on his skin.

With each leap, the blade edges sliced through the skin and Medicine Liquid burrowed into the fresh fissures, the pain chilling to the bone.

This agony did not subside as time passed but grew increasingly severe.

The dancing ants were no longer content to merely skim the surface of the skin. They found ways to burrow into his flesh, each wielding a drill, boring into his bones.

By now, Fu Yunhe was dripping with large beads of sweat from his head, and even his dry hair had become utterly soaked.

Yet he clenched his teeth without making a sound.

He would make it through this.

Some people were never able to change their physical constitution in their entire lives, but he had a chance. If he didn’t seize it, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Outside the door, Nian Shutong hadn’t left. She understood all too well what this pain was like because she had gone through it herself in the Cultivation World.

After a great battle, her meridians were completely severed, her foundation destroyed; it was this Medicine Bath that she relied on to cultivate anew and return to her peak.

Pain was an insufficient word to describe it.

She leaned against the door, surprised yet unsurprised, that Fu Yunhe inside hadn’t let out a single peep.

Such a strong man!

Nian Shutong stood there until Ha Ha came in carrying hot water. She stepped aside, turned her back, and let Ha Ha enter.

Ha Ha walked in with the hot water bucket and immediately noticed Fu Yunhe, whose lips bore some traces of blood, his veins standing out, stubbornly enduring with gritted teeth.

This time, Ha Ha refrained from mocking Fu Yunhe and instead said as he held the water bucket, “I’m going to add water now.”

“Crash——”

As the hot water poured in, the medicine’s potency was stimulated once again, ushering in a new round of intensified pain that clenched Fu Yunhe’s fists so tightly his knuckles seemed as though they would burst through his flesh.

Ha Ha, holding the bucket, took a deep look at Fu Yunhe.

“Xiao He, Ha Ha thinks you’ve become a real man. My Commander says that those who are willing to endure hardship should be respected regardless of the outcome.”

“You deserve Ha Ha’s respect.”

After uttering this statement, Ha Ha quietly closed the door, leaving Fu Yunhe to continue soaking.

In the Medicine Bath, Fu Yunhe truly caught Ha Ha off guard, almost making him lose his composure.

Half an hour should have been quick.

But for Fu Yunhe, every second was agonizing.

During that time, Ha Ha came in twice to add hot water. When the half-hour soak was complete, it was Ha Ha who came in and casually lifted Fu Yunhe onto the bed.

Even though Fu Yunhe was naked, he couldn’t even muster the strength to lift a finger to stop Ha Ha.

The Ha Ha who had just expressed such respect for him had vanished, replaced by an intensely curious Ha Ha.

As Ha Ha dressed Fu Yunhe, he curiously poked at him with a finger.

“Xiao He, can you be eaten now that you’re ‘cooked’?”

“Xiao He, will you stay red from now on? I’ve seen that shrimp can’t change back once they’re cooked.”

Ha Ha was attempting to dress Fu Yunhe, but his efforts seemed somewhat fruitless.

And his questions, of course, went unanswered.

Standing at the doorway, Nian Shutong called out in an exasperated tone.

“Ha Ha, just cover him with the blanket and come out, no need to get dressed.”

“Okay.” Ha Ha cheerfully complied, taking the blanket to cover Fu Yunhe, saying, “I’m telling you, sleeping like this is so comfortable.”

Fu Yunhe’s brain had already clocked out, and he just blinked, signaling that he didn’t want to know about this.

“Ha Ha sleeps like this too, but if you fart, you must lift the blanket, otherwise it gets quite smelly.”

Ha Ha conveyed this piece of ‘wisdom’ with a serious face, earnestly instructing Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe had only one thought: Go back to being that Ha Ha who looked at him unfavorably, he had absolutely no interest in knowing such private matters.

“Ha Ha! Come out!”

Nian Shutong heard everything Ha Ha said very clearly, and she felt that if Ha Ha didn’t come out soon, Fu Yunhe might not have any trouble soaking in the medicinal bath, but he might die of annoyance because of Ha Ha.

Ha Ha then tucked in the corner of the blanket for Fu Yunhe, gave him a sincere smile, and left.

Finally, tranquility returned to the room. The moment Ha Ha left, Fu Yunhe closed his eyes.

As he closed his eyes, Nian Shutong came in, pulled one of Fu Yunhe’s hands out from under the blanket, and placed it on his wrist.

The effect was not bad.

Such medicinal baths would probably need to be taken for three to six months to resolve Fu Yunhe’s constitution issues.

Of course, not soaking every day, but once every three days.

Each bath’s medicinal effects would deepen, which meant that the first time was actually the easiest.

Nian Shutong put Fu Yunhe’s hand back under the blanket and whispered softly, “I hope you can hold out.”

The opportunity was given.

Nian Shutong got up, gently closed the door, and returned to her own room.

Meanwhile, Fu Yunhe, lying in bed, opened his eyes briefly and then closed them again.

He would definitely hold out.

On the other side, Nian Shutong, who had returned to her room, didn’t start her Cultivation practice.

She decided to take a break for the next couple of days, combining work and leisure.

She first took out the paper, inkstone, brush, and ink she had bought earlier–she had promised Mr. Yu before advancing to the next level that she would write a piece for Principal Shu.

After laying out the paper, what to write was a question.

Thinking of him as a principal, Nian Shutong began to write.

After finishing, she let the writing dry, casually rolled it up, put it in a cylinder, and sent it off.

After sending it off, Nian Shutong tidied up and then went to bed.

The dispatched parcel traveled day and night, heading straight for Principal Shu’s house.

Around one in the morning, the delivery arrived.

The delivery robot, after checking Principal Shu’s receiving rules and seeing no night-time delivery prohibition, completed the delivery to Principal Shu’s house.

At one in the morning, the doorbell at Principal Shu’s house rang.

By then, Principal Shu had gone to bed early, and a series of methodical doorbell chimes awoke both him and his wife.

The couple, wrapped in their clothes, came downstairs, somewhat irritated–who could it be?

Turning up at this time was very disrespectful.

The old couple did not like to be waited on, so there were just some household robots at home, nothing more.

Principal Shu checked through the door camera first–it was a delivery robot.

He then said to his wife, “It’s a delivery; it’s my fault, I forgot to select the ‘no nighttime delivery’ option.”

Mrs. Shu, yawning, urged, “You deal with it, I’m going back to sleep.”

Principal Shu nodded, opened the door.