The Unruly Immortals

Just as Bai Lingmiao carefully walked towards the direction of the carriage after washing the clothes, she suddenly felt someone pick up the other end of the bamboo pole in her hand.

Looking at the blurry red color, Bai Lingmiao said gently in the direction of the bamboo pole's end, "I can actually still see now, it's just that some things are not clear."

The Second God in front did not respond, but simply led the bamboo pole towards the direction of the carriage.

When they reached the carriage, Bai Lingmiao, with the help of Li Sui, placed the freshly washed clothes on the roof of the carriage and on the horse's back to dry.

"Li Sui, where's your dad?" Bai Lingmiao asked the blurry yellow shape in front of her, which was Li Sui's straw raincoat.

After being in constant contact, Bai Lingmiao had now become much more accustomed to facing Li Sui's frightening appearance.

Although she could not treat him like Li Huowang did, as a daughter, she was at least able to face him with equanimity.

"Dad went to the forest ahead, he said he'd be back in an hour," Li Sui, holding a book, replied.

"Oh, let's start a fire and cook first," Bai Lingmiao said, pulling out a Fire Sickle from inside the carriage and headed towards the stack of firewood.

Starting the fire, setting up the pot, and drawing water, Bai Lingmiao had done it many times before, but today she made a mistake. By accident, she reached her left hand directly into the fire.

Although she quickly withdrew her hand, a few of her slender fingers were still scalded white and swollen.

The Second God immediately went over and pushed her aside, starting to cook with practiced skill. Watching the busy blur of a figure in front of her, Bai Lingmiao's face became tinged with bitterness.

Tears swirled in Bai Lingmiao's eyes—not from pain, but more from the annoyance of becoming a burden to others.

When she smelled the aroma of the food, Bai Lingmiao perked up and picked up her bamboo pole, heading toward the forest ahead.

The bamboo pole tapped the ground continuously, creating a crisp sound, and it paved a way for Bai Lingmiao.

Soon, in her blurred world, Bai Lingmiao saw a touch of red. That was the blood-colored Taoist Robe of Brother Li.

"Brother Li, the food is ready," Bai Lingmiao called out to the red figure from a distance.

Hearing her voice, Li Huowang looked over and said with a smile on his face, "Thanks, Mom."

"Hey, there's no need for thanks between you and me," Sun Xiaoqin said, sitting on the stool beside the sickbed and opening the food box she was holding.

The meat dish was braised pork ribs, the vegetable dish was stir-fried water spinach, and the soup was carrot and mutton soup—very balanced nutritionally.

"Son, I know you don't like carrots, but you can't be picky, okay? You need to eat more carrots and get more vitamins," she advised.

"Mom, I'm really not picky anymore," Li Huowang replied, putting the spoonful of carrot into his mouth and chewing it.

"Ah, it's good that you're not picky, my son. Our boy is getting more sensible," Sun Xiaoqin nodded with satisfaction, as Li Huowang had been much more peaceful these days, making her complexion visibly brighter than before.

"Mom, I forgot to ask before, where are you staying? You're not also living in this prison, are you?"

"I wanted to buy a folding bed and have your dad carry it here to accompany you, but no matter how much I talked, they just wouldn't agree. Now, I have to rent a room nearby," she explained.

Hearing this, Li Huowang nodded and said, "That's good, that's very good."

"Good? Brother Li, is it really good?" Bai Lingmiao approached Li Huowang with sorrow in her eyes. "Why did you lie to me, saying the illness is cured... Where is it cured..."

After saying that, Bai Lingmiao sighed softly, her expression turning somewhat gloomy. "But how can I blame you... I actually haven't told you, my heart hasn't let go either..."

"Brother Li, do you think it's better for us to be apart for each other's sake? But you like this... I really can't rest assured..."

"I'm fine, I'm very well, you don't need to worry about me. Look, my condition has been much more stable in the past couple of months."

"Ah, my son, you can't say that. Although you are much better now than before, you're ultimately not completely healed. The closer you are to recovery, the less you should let down your guard."

Li Huowang patiently listened to Sun Xiaoqin's nagging. He cherished this kind of nagging, only knowing its preciousness after having lost it.

"Don't worry, one day, I will recover, one day for sure!" As Li Huowang said this, the iron gate suddenly clang open.

Li Huowang looked over at the sound and immediately saw two doctors in white coats, accompanied by three male nurses, walking in from outside, one of them pushing a wheelchair.

Seeing them, Li Huowang's eyes filled with wariness. He tentatively asked, "Miaomiao? Li Sui? Is that you? Leave me for a moment, I'll be right back."

Sun Xiaoqin stood up very anxiously, positioning herself in front of Li Huowang. "Hey! Who are you people? Who let you in!"

"Ms. Sun, no need to panic. We're here to conduct rehabilitation training for your son, to exercise his muscles. Otherwise, if his muscles completely atrophy, he'll have to spend the rest of his life in bed."

Having said that, these people began to act, unfastening the binding clothes from Li Huowang's body, exposing his extremely pale flesh to the air.

His limbs had obviously thinned a lot compared to before, looking almost like chopsticks.

Seeing that Li Huowang couldn't even stand up with the nurses' support, the prison guard at the door breathed a sigh of relief; the martial madman had finally calmed down.

"This... What's going on, how has my son lost so much weight!" Sun Xiaoqin was somewhat panicked.

"Ms. Sun, don't worry, this is just normal muscle atrophy from lack of exercise. With rehabilitative training, he can return to normal. I must say, your son doesn't have a single bedsore, your care is really excellent."

Hearing this, Sun Xiaoqin finally relaxed. "I turn him over every few hours, I know that, I learned it from people who care for paraplegic elders on TikTok."

Under the doctor's direction, the nurses helped Li Huowang into the wheelchair and started pushing him towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you taking me? I can't leave now!" Li Huowang struggled fiercely but was held down tightly by the nurses.

If he went out now, heaven knows where he could end up on the other side.

A middle-aged doctor with a balding head squatted down, curiously looking at Li Huowang. "Why can't you leave? Can you tell me the reason?"

Li Huowang stared at him and said, "Just wait a while longer, just a little while longer."

"Why not now? Why exactly when you are conscious you can't leave this room? What are you afraid of?"

Hearing the doctor's words, Li Huowang's heart tightened; did this guy already know he was lucid at this time?