Defeating Magic Chapter 24: What Kind of Dream Did You Have?

Chapter 24: What Kind of Dream Did You Have?

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

Zhou Yan finished examining Chen Xueyuan’s body with the instruments that had not been destroyed at home, and the results were just as he had guessed. He had previously learned from Liu Yi that Chen Xueyuan would have abdominal pain from time to time, with the pain located in the right upper abdomen, and when severe, it would even radiate to the right scapular area. When she came to the clinic, Chen Xueyuan had already started to experience nausea and vomiting. In addition to her gallbladder, she also had problems with her lungs.

It was a miracle that she was able to rely only on painkillers until now before seeking medical attention.

After giving Chen Xueyuan a full body checkup, Zhou Yan waved his hand to Liu Yi, who had an anxious expression on his face, and gestured for him to follow him out the door. It was not good to talk about their condition in front of the patient, and what he was going to say might sound a little scary to the people on the Zedoary Continent. He was worried that the woman might not be able to handle it.

When they came out of the room, Luo Futu was sitting on the sofa playing with Jerry, as if he was feeding him some strange recording again, and when he saw Zhou Yan, Luo Futu immediately said, “Finished? When will we eat? I’m starving to death.”

Zhou Yan glanced at him expressionlessly, and for a moment felt as if his own pet dog was urinating and defecating everywhere in front of his distinguished guests, very humiliated. He ignored him and said to Liu Yi, “Good thing it didn’t get worse, or you would have regretted it.”

He did not mean to upset Luo Futu, but wanted very much to weaken his presence, preferably to make Liu Yi completely unaware of this man.

Luo Futu had long been used to Zhou Yan’s ignorance. In any case, as long as there were outsiders present, he would treat him as transparent. Last time it was the omega, this time it was a beta couple… Tch, next time, if there was an alpha, he might directly kick him out.

Although Liu Yi noticed Luo Futu, he was obviously more concerned about his wife’s physical condition. Hearing what Zhou Yan said, he hurriedly asked, “Then you mean, she can still be cured, right?”

Zhou Yan nodded, and then showed hesitation. “But the treatment is a bit radical, I hope you can be prepared.”

Liu Yi then asked what the treatment was.

“She has a stone in her gallbladder, and if this stone is always there, it will always hurt and will continue to grow… The easiest way is to cut open her abdominal cavity and take out the stone.”

Liu Yi listened, suddenly shocked. “What? Wouldn’t she die?”

Zhou Yan fully expected his reaction because surgery had not yet become popular on this continent; to use this simple and brutal means to open up a person’s belly, it was natural to be questioned in this way. On Dense Cloud Planet, there was a procedure similar to ultrasonic knife, which could shatter the stones in the body through the human body and expel them afterwards to achieve non-invasive surgery, but according to this condition nowadays, it really couldn’t be done.

He could not make such a precise ultrasonic knife, and had barely used it, so it was not safe as direct surgery.

Liu Yi directly rejected Zhou Yan’s proposal. “No, it’s too dangerous, otherwise we should continue to use the kind of medicine you gave before, after eating it, she can always sleep well…”

“I told you, that kind of medicine can only stop the pain, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. It’s not something magical, and it can even dull one’s body.” Zhou Yan frowned tightly. “I just checked her and found that she also has problems with her lungs… In short, she can’t rely on analgesic drugs anymore.”

Liu Yi stared at Zhou Yan for a long time, still shaking his head. “I can’t possibly agree, you are not a mystic, you are just an ordinary person like me, how can I trust you?”

Luo Futu heard these words, reflexively glanced at Zhou Yan, and he clearly saw his eyes change—although he always had a cold face, over time, he found that Zhou Yan had mood swings, and his eyes were full of many things.

Luo Futu could not say exactly what it was like, but he was certain that Zhou Yan was sad at the moment, and after realizing this, Luo Futu was also a little angry. He understood a lot of things that he could not figure out before, such as why Zhou Yan clearly had the ambition to change the world, but ultimately willing to trap himself in such a place.

His mouth also said that it was none of his business. His indifference may not be generated by desperation, but by helplessness.

Luo Futu narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Yan, who happened to look over at that moment and met his eyes.

Luo Futu did not say anything, but Zhou Yan suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Luo Futu. “He is a mystic. He will help you.”

Luo Futu did not expect Zhou Yan to make such a move, he thought that according to Zhou Yan’s proud character, dead or alive, he would not admit that he was inferior to a mystic.

Luo Futu’s long, narrow eyes narrowed, matching his glazed pupils, looking very demonic. Strange, why compromise for such people?

Liu Yi obviously did not expect the truth of the matter to be so, begging as he looked at Luo Futu. Luo Futu did not want to cooperate. How was it any of his business if either of these people were alive or dead? However, at this point, he saw Zhou Yan mouth to him: time to repay the kindness.

“…” Don’t be so obvious about holding out for a favor in return. However, he averted his eyes after this sentence. Luo Futu wanted to question him but did not have the opportunity. He hesitated and stood up from the sofa, his eyes staring straight at Zhou Yan. “This is not free.”

Liu Yi thought he was talking to himself and said, “As long as you can cure my wife, you can have as much money as you want.”

Zhou Yan frowned slightly. Luo Futu raised his right hand in front of him, gently over his face, the green ghost fire from his palm “whirring” up, and a light brown mask, like water lines, slowly covered Luo Futu’s face. He then turned into a different face under the attention of two people.

From extremely beautiful to extremely ugly, but in the blink of an eye, Luo Futu turned back into the appearance when they first met, and at the same time, his body also emitted a burst of moist luminescence, which set him off as if the gods of heaven had descended. Liu Yi stared at Luo Futu and was dumbfounded. He was dumbfounded for half a day, and then he suddenly knelt down towards Luo Futu and let out a cry of surprise and joy: “High Priest!”

Bai Yueqing was a homeless omega, so when he saw Luo Futu’s face, he only thought it was ugly, but Liu Yi was a businessman who traveled from east to west, and even though he was ignorant, he knew that this was the high priest who could turn his hand to the clouds and turn his hand to the rain.

Of course, that this high priest was, at this moment, being hunted like a dog, Liu Yi was not aware.

Luo Futu ignored the kneeling Liu Yi, only to look at Zhou Yan at his side. The latter expressionlessly turned into the bedroom, a shallow “thank you” floated into his ears, and Luo Futu could not tell whether he had misheard.

With Luo Futu in the room, Liu Yi and Chen Xueyuan’s attitude towards the operation became very positive. In the eyes of people in this world, the words high priest represent death and hope, and if he was on their side: it represents everything.

This was not the sadness of Liu Yi and his wife, but the sadness of everyone in this world.

Chen Xueyuan received anesthesia and was already unconscious. Luo Futu sat aside to watch Zhou Yan perform the surgery—this was not allowed, but at the strong request of the family, Zhou Yan finally made an exception and invited Luo Futu into the operating room.

“I told you, they don’t deserve to be your friends, do you recognize the reality now?”

Zhou Yan carefully searched out the stone, threw it into the tray, and then began to suture the wound—it was really only a very small operation, and in the hands of a highly skilled doctor like Zhou Yan, there was little danger. He heard Luo Futu’s words and casually returned, “It’s normal, it’s not my first day here, I know the people well… And sometimes a placebo can work wonders, you know? You are Liu Yi’s placebo.”

Luo Futu sneered, “But you’re the one who saved his wife’s life.” He lifted his hand and twisted his fingers, the light flowing from his fingertips but not coalescing. “My power is not restored and I don’t want to save anyone.”

Zhou Yan’s tone was still casual. “It’s okay, I don’t care.”

“Do you want to kill me?”

Snap! Zhou Yan suddenly slapped the scalpel on the tray, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, “Then what do you want me to do?”

“…”

Zhou Yan propped his hand on the operating table, hung his head, and exhaled deeply. “They won’t understand… No one will believe me. Instead of spending energy to explain those useless things, it is more convenient to use a mystic as a front.”

Luo Futu saw this and stared at him in silence for a long time. “Is that why you’ve become negative?”

Luo Futu heard that when Zhou Yan said that no one believed him, he was not only referring to the surgery, but also those strange and weird ideas in his head—promoting the means of growing food, promoting his scientific theories… Even if the facts are in front of them, telling those people that planting with food seeds was more reliable than crocus flowers, people would just scoff.

Everyone was superstitious towards mystics, and Zhou Yan was out of step with this world. Zhou Yan did not answer, he turned his back to Luo Futu and took off his gloves, threw them in the trash, and then took off his white coat.

Luo Futu walked over and Zhou Yan turned around just in time. His expression was normal, and it seemed the momentary breakdown had never occurred.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes to him. “What do you want to say?”

Luo Futu stared at him and smiled. “Nothing.”

But he had already thought of a good plan.

When he saw Zhou Yan was about to leave, he suddenly called out to him, “Have you ever considered working with me?”

Zhou Yan stopped in his tracks and looked back at him. Luo Futu stepped forward and he raised his eyebrows slightly at Zhou Yan. “You know what I mean, this is your best option.”

He saw it all, no matter what he said, they would believe it; Zhou Yan wanted to achieve his ideal ambition, and the only way to do it was to work with himself.

Zhou Yan gave him a stare. “Put your ugly face on.”

“…”

Liu Yi took his wife and left, giving thanks to Luo Futu on his way out, which was unpleasant to hear. Zhou Yan was a bit distracted and asked Liu Yi to bring the necessary medicine, but after searching the yard for half a day, he remembered that the stockpile of medicine was blown up and there was no extra medicine at all, so he gave Liu Yi the medicine inside the small refrigerator in the house. He was also afraid that Chen Xueyuan’s body would have complications, and the medical conditions in this era were very disturbing.

This night’s dinner was hard to eat. Zhou Yan cooked egg noodles, but the noodles were lumpy and the eggs were mushy, not at all like his usual standard.

Luo Futu had a black face as he held the noodle bowl, and seeing Zhou Yan sitting opposite him expressionlessly sucking noodles into his mouth, he became more upset. He had never seen such a lost soul sucking noodles before.

Luo Futu picked at the bowl of noodles with his fork and stirred it a few times, asking, “Is this all you’re going to eat?”

Zhou Yan didn’t look up and pushed a plate over to his left. It contained a few slices of dried pickles.

Luo Futu frowned. “This is all you have?”

Zhou Yan then pushed another plate over to his right, containing a plate of fiery red crocus flowers.

…This is to keep him as a pet? Who would take this as food?

Luo Futu had a lot of opinions, but knew that Zhou Yan was in a bad mood, silently angry, but finally decided to put up with it. As for the matter of him asking him to help pretend to cure the woman, he also had to wait until later to settle accounts. He just didn’t expect Zhou Yan’s casual-lying kung fu to be so good—when he was lying without changing his face, if he was not thinking about it carefully, it could not be seen.

Of course, it was not completely flawless…

He took a crocus flower and held it in his hand. The flower then disappeared, and Luo Futu suddenly remembered something and asked him what dream he had last night. He had said it was a nightmare,and it seemed similar to the situation at that time.

Luo Futu suddenly became suspicious. He wanted to test to see if Zhou Yan had lied to him or not, but why would he lie? He asked him about his dream, and what was there to lie about?

Could it be…

Luo Futu glanced at the crocus flower in his hand and silently absorbed the plate of flowers—then he decided to test it. He was eager to verify whether things were as he thought or not.