sinovels Chapter 943 The First Child
Chapter 943 The First Child
After the door closed, Luo Sheng looked at Lin Qiye.
Aren't you going to take a look?
Lin Qiye opened the medicine box.
Inside was a dark red pill, with a faint medicinal fragrance floating on its surface.
It does smell like a pregnancy-stabilizing powder.
The female therapist also leaned closer to smell it, and her expression changed slightly.
"The medicinal properties are correct."
"But there seems to be a different smell inside."
Lin Qiye reached out and gently tapped with his fingertip.
The medicinal fragrance on the surface of the pill instantly dissipated.
A wisp of extremely faint black mist appeared.
The female therapist's expression changed drastically.
"Black Source Dust!"
Luo Sheng's eyes turned cold.
The female therapist was sweating profusely.
"Deacon Lin, this medicine cannot be given to Miss Luo Sheng."
Lin Qiye nodded.
"Of course not."
He picked up the pill, and the black and red blood demon power gently wrapped around his fingertips.
The black dust on the surface of the pill writhed wildly as if it had encountered a natural enemy, trying to escape.
But Lin Qiye only pinched it lightly.
puff.
The elixir was crushed into powder.
That wisp of black dust was swallowed up by the power of the Blood Demon, leaving not even a ripple.
Luo Sheng watched his actions with a complicated expression.
"You knew someone would make a move?"
Lin Qiye shook his head; it was just caution.
The female therapist swallowed.
"So what do we do now?"
"The pregnancy-stabilizing powder is gone."
Lin Qiye looked at the medicine box.
"Use yours."
The female therapist paused for a moment.
"My medicine isn't potent enough."
"Her fetal breathing is too erratic; ordinary fetal-stabilizing powder cannot suppress it."
Lin Qiye lowered his head and looked at Luo Sheng.
Luo Sheng's face was pale, but she was still forcing a smile.
"I'm fine."
Lin Qiye remained silent.
……
The night grew deeper.
The source energy in the private room is becoming increasingly chaotic.
The dark red crystals on the wall flickered, as if they might explode at any moment.
The female therapist's forehead was covered in sweat.
"The baby is coming out."
Luo Sheng's breathing became more and more rapid.
Her hands gripped Lin Qiye's hands tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
Lin Qiye did not move.
He channeled his Origin Qi into Luo Sheng's body little by little, and the power of the Blood Demon spread along her meridians, protecting her foundation that was about to collapse.
Luo Sheng looked at him.
"If I can't make it..."
Lin Qiye interrupted her.
There are no "ifs".
Luo Sheng gritted her teeth.
"If that day ever comes, save the child."
Lin Qiye looked down at her pale face.
"I said I want both."
Luo Sheng's eyes were slightly red.
"Lin Qiye, this isn't something you can decide."
Lin Qiye spoke calmly.
"In this room, I'm the one in charge."
The female therapist's hand trembled, and she almost misplaced the needle.
Anyone who says something like that at a time like this is a genius!
For some reason, Luo Sheng actually calmed down after hearing Lin Qiye's words.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"it is good."
"Then I'll have both."
Just then.
A slight tremor ran through the depths of Lin Qiye's mind.
The fetus in Luo Sheng's womb was connected to him by blood and vital energy.
A terrifying sensation surged through my blood.
That blood-connected connection, like a fine thread, slowly extended from Luo Sheng's abdomen, piercing through flesh and blood, through meridians, and finally gently resting on the depths of Lin Qiye's soul sea.
Lin Qiye was slightly startled.
The feeling was hard to describe. It wasn't a surge in power, nor a breakthrough in realm, but something deeper—like a tributary suddenly appearing in the river of life. That tributary was still very weak, yet it already carried his aura, his bloodline, and his imprint, taking root in the soil of the laws of the original universe.
His body didn't get stronger, but he could feel that the original universe's rejection of him had lessened.
The heavy, iron-like primal energy seemed to suddenly become gentler. It no longer resisted his breath like an outsider, but instead began to seep into his pores on its own, slowly and steadily merging into his flesh and blood.
Lin Qiye looked down at Luo Sheng's pale face.
Luo Sheng was exhausted, her hair soaked with sweat and plastered to her forehead. Her eyes were closed, her breathing weak, but her hand was still tightly gripping Lin Qiye's wrist.
The female therapist has finished treating the aftermath and is now washing the child's body.
It was a boy.
He was very small, with wrinkled skin and the bluish-purple hue characteristic of newborns. Unlike ordinary babies, he didn't cry loudly, but only made a few weak meows like a kitten before falling silent.
"Deacon Lin."
The female therapist's voice was strained. "The child's condition isn't good."
Lin Qiye walked over.
The female therapist lifted the child up for him to see. The child's breathing was very weak, the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible, and a layer of pale blue lines floated on his skin. Those lines were very fine, like some kind of natural runes, but not completely clear, as if they were being pressed down by something.
"The source energy he was born with is stagnant," the female healer whispered. "He absorbed too much source energy in the womb, damaging the mother's foundation, making it impossible for her to convert it all. Now the child has an excess of source energy, and his meridians are too immature to support it."
"Can it be cured?"
"Yes, but we need a medicine—Yuanqing Dan."
The female therapist paused.
"They're not in the trading area. This kind of pill is too mild and won't work for adult gladiators, so the arena won't stock it. If you want to buy one, you'll have to look outside the arena."
The female therapist didn't explain it very clearly, but Lin Qiye understood.
That's to go to the black market outside...
Senior deacons are granted one leave of absence per year. They apply at the steward's office and can leave the arena for three months, but a deposit is required.
Lin Qiye was aware of these things as well.
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"I'll go now."
He turned to leave, but then he heard Luo Sheng's weak voice behind him.
"Lin Qiye..."
He stopped and turned around.
Luo Sheng lay on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her lips chapped. She struggled to open her eyes, her gaze falling on the child before slowly shifting to Lin Qiye's face.
"Wait for me to come back."
He pushed open the door and went out.
The passageway was quiet. A few oil lamps burned in the corner, their dim light illuminating the cracks in the stone wall, making them look like distorted faces.
Lin Qiye walked slowly.
His footsteps pattered softly on the stone slabs, echoing through the empty passage. He didn't rush to run.
His expression remained calm, showing neither anxiety nor panic.
He simply followed the rules of the arena, walking step by step toward the administration office. But his mind was already racing.
Yuanqingdan.
black market.
Quota for going out.
guarantor.
deposit.
These words raced through his mind.
Soon, he arrived at the steward's office. A steward in a gray robe sat behind the counter, flipping through an account book. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and recognized Lin Qiye.
"Deacon Lin? Is something the matter?"
"I want to apply for a leave permit."
The gray-robed steward paused for a moment, then put down the ledger.
"Senior deacons are given one trip per year, which requires a deposit of one thousand gladiator coins."
"for you!"
soon.
The gray-robed steward handed Lin Qiye a jade token.
"Deacon Lin, the formalities are complete. The deposit of one thousand gladiator coins has been deposited into your name and will be refunded upon your return."
Lin Qiye took the jade token and looked it over.
His number was engraved on the jade plaque, along with a line of smaller characters indicating the time limit for his absence.
Lin Qiye carefully put away the jade pendant and turned to leave.
soon.
The east gate of the arena.
A heavy, black iron door, as tall as two adult men, was covered in dark red runes, exuding a heavy sense of oppression. Two guards in black armor stood at the entrance, swords at their waists, their eyes sharp.
Lin Qiye presented the jade plaque.
After the guard checked, he nodded.
"You must return within three months. Failure to do so will result in the revocation of your senior deacon status."