Romantic Medical Immortal Chapter 313: Ye Ling’Er Arrives

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng was slightly stunned and didn’t react for a mont.

"What do you an ’huh’?"

Instantly, Ye Ling’Er on the other end of the phone was furious and scolded, "Yang Cheng, you just took my Linglong Grass and forgot about my matter; are you trying to go back on your word?"

"Oh, right, right, I rember now!"

Yang Cheng suddenly realized and quickly explained, "Don’t misunderstand, I’ve just been really busy lately and forgot about it. Rest assured, when I say sothing, I an it, and I’ll definitely make the dicine Pill for you."

After listening to the explanation, Ye Ling’Er’s tone softened quite a bit, "Where are you? I’ll co find you."

"I’ll send you the address!"

Yang Cheng replied quickly.

Ye Ling’Er didn’t continue to speak, just softly acknowledged and then hung up the phone.

"What a mory!"

After sending the address to Lin Er via ssage, Yang Cheng heavily patted his head, having forgotten such an important matter.

Ye Ling’Er is coming soon.

Yang Cheng didn’t linger in bed, imdiately getting dressed and washing up.

The house was a bit ssy, and Yang Cheng cared about his reputation, so he took so ti to clean up, as this was Ye Ling’Er’s first visit. If the house was too ssy, it would indeed be disruptive.

Just as he finished cleaning, there was the sound of a car horn at the door.

Yang Cheng walked out of the main room and at a glance saw a black Maybach parked at the door. Seeing Ye Ling’Er getting out of the car, he couldn’t help but think, Ye Ling’Er is really rich, with a car that costs several million.

"Why are you just standing there? Co over and help with the herbs!"

Ye Ling’Er, standing at the door, imdiately noticed Yang Cheng in the yard and called out.

"Coming!" Yang Cheng reacted extrely quickly, taking three steps in two strides to rush out to greet Ye Ling’Er.

Seeing Yang Cheng rushing out, Ye Ling’Er’s gaze instantly fell on his handso face, and the events from the underground black market imdiately ca to mind.

At that ti she was lying on the bed, and Yang Cheng’s hands were caressing her body wantonly.

Although it was for removing impurities, for Ye Ling’Er, who had never been so close to a man, he left a deep impression. During the past three days, she would often think of Yang Cheng.

She even had an urge to see Yang Cheng!

Seeing Yang Cheng now made her extrely happy, like getting a reward or tasting delicious food as a child.

It was a very pure happiness.

"Why do you keep staring at ? Is there sothing on my face?"

Feeling Ye Ling’Er’s gaze, Yang Cheng was slightly stunned and asked puzzledly.

"Ah... no... nothing!"

Ye Ling’Er’s face turned crimson suddenly. She imdiately avoided looking at Yang Cheng, ran to the trunk, and took out a black box, handing it to him, cheeks reddening as she said, "These are the ingredients for making the Divine Essence Elixir. Check if there’s any problem."

"Alright!"

Yang Cheng took the box from her, curiously asking, "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Actually, I do feel a bit unwell!"

Ye Ling’Er suddenly recalled recent events and raised her head to look at Yang Cheng.

"Where does it hurt?" Yang Cheng asked imdiately.

"I can’t really say; it’s just that when I sleep at night, my body feels particularly uncomfortable... I don’t know why."

Ye Ling’Er gently shook her head, looking at Yang Cheng.

"Then co in, and let check you over."

Yang Cheng, seeing her unclear explanation, suggested.

"Alright!" Ye Ling’Er nodded gently and followed Yang Cheng inside.

Sitting in the main room, Ye Ling’Er looked around curiously like a child, examining Yang Cheng’s living environnt. On the way here, she was fantasizing about what kind of luxurious place soone like Yang Cheng, a cultivator, would live in.

After all, cultivators are a rare existence in today’s society, making money very easily.

But upon arriving, she was amazed; Yang Cheng’s living conditions were so simple.

Who would have thought Yang Cheng was so low-key?

"Why did you prepare so many herbs?"

Yang Cheng opened the box and found there were three portions of each herb, asking with a surprised expression.

"Well, I’m worried sothing might go wrong during the Alchemy. Three portions of herbs can increase the tolerance rate."

Ye Ling’Er retracted her gaze from examining the room and looked at Yang Cheng.

"Very thoughtful!"

Yang Cheng gave Ye Ling’Er a thumbs up, acknowledging that this wasn’t just his first ti crafting the Divine Essence Elixir but also the first ti using a Human Body Furnace to make the dicine Pill. So small mistakes could lead to failure.

Having two additional portions indeed increased the margin for error substantially.

"By the way, you ntioned you were feeling unwell earlier; what’s the issue?"

Since he was about to craft the dicine Pill, Yang Cheng was worried sothing unexpected could occur, so he wanted to clarify.

"I really couldn’t explain it!"

Ye Ling’Er looked at Yang Cheng and said, "When I’m asleep, I feel very uncomfortable; I can’t put it into words..."

Alright!!

Still unclear.

Yang Cheng decided not to ask further but grasped Ye Ling’Er’s wrist gently, placing two fingers on her pulse. Feeling her skin as smooth as silk, his heart stirred, and his blood flowed faster.

Seeing him checking her pulse, Ye Ling’Er’s clear eyes looked at Yang Cheng, full of anticipation.

Hmm??

The body seems normal!

Soon, Yang Cheng’s expression turned sowhat peculiar. After the examination, he found Ye Ling’Er’s body perfectly fine, other than so remaining impurities, she was extrely healthy.

"How’s my body?"

Seeing Yang Cheng silent, Ye Ling’Er asked curiously.

Yang Cheng shook his head, "There’s nothing wrong with your body; it’s very healthy."

"Impossible!"

Ye Ling’Er furrowed her brows tightly, "Since we parted at the underground black market, every night when I sleep, I feel extrely uncomfortable. I think there must be an issue. Could you check again?"

"No need to check again; there really isn’t a problem!"

Yang Cheng was resolute, trusting his dical skills. If there were issues with Ye Ling’Er’s body, he would have discovered them earlier.

"Then what’s the matter!"

Ye Ling’Er sighed lightly, showing a very forlorn deanor.

"How about this; describe in detail the discomfort you’re feeling."

Yang Cheng looked at Ye Ling’Er seriously and asked.

"Hmm..."

Ye Ling’Er pondered briefly and said, "Not long after lying in bed, the scene of you massaging appears in my mind, then the discomfort starts. First, a slight heat, then a dry throat, and an empty feeling inside, very uncomfortable..."