Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain
Chapter 569: Going to Die?

Chapter 569: Chapter 569: Going to Die?

Retaliate, weren’t you hitting me?

Why did he suddenly grab me and press me down beneath him?

Qingye Piaoxue was stunned for quite a while at this.

Lin Dong, lying on top of her, realized that her body had been trembling subtly, and hadn’t expected her to be so sensitive.

Lin Dong teased, "What am I doing? Didn’t you ask if I dare or not? I’m telling you now, I dare!"

Lin Dong, in that moment, seemed to have gone crazy, actually reaching out and beginning to roam on Qingye Piaoxue’s body.

Qingye Piaoxue’s body kept trembling.

She had never anticipated that Lin Dong would be so bold.

"You actually dare... It seems you want to become a dead eunuch!"

After Qingye Piaoxue uttered those words, the air around them seemed to become much colder.

The sword on her person began to vibrate with a hum as well.

Lin Dong’s hand, which had been wandering over Qingye Piaoxue’s body, stiffened.

At the same time, he quickly got up from on top of Qingye Piaoxue and said with an embarrassed laugh,

"Cough cough... I was just massaging you. No other intentions."

"Really?" Qingye Piaoxue cast a cold glance at Lin Dong and said, "My sword also wants to have a massage."

After saying that, she glanced meaningfully at a certain part of Lin Dong’s anatomy.

Lin Dong hurriedly jumped further away.

Can a sword even give a massage?

Seeing that Lin Dong had finally become obedient, Qingye Piaoxue hmphed and didn’t pay him much more attention.

Seeing Lin Dong’s eyes both turned into panda eyes, she did feel a certain sense of satisfaction.

Only, the memory of just a moment ago, where he had once again taken advantage of her, left her feeling both ashamed and angry.

"Gurulu~~~"

Right at that moment, a rumbling sound came from Qingye Piaoxue’s stomach.

Lin Dong knew this was because she was hungry.

Lin Dong was also quite hungry, having not eaten anything for a long time.

Although they were both martial artists, and quite powerful at that, it didn’t mean they didn’t need to eat.

It simply meant they could rely on their Inner Qi to last a few more days.

At the moment, there was an important issue in front of the two of them.

That was the lack of food and water.

Both were aware of this and they exchanged a look of understanding.

"Do you have any dry food with you?" Qingye Piaoxue asked.

Lin Dong shook his head, his dry food was all at the camping ground, he hadn’t brought any with him.

Qingye Piaoxue was in the same predicament.

"Let’s keep looking to see if there’s a source of water around here," Lin Dong suggested.

Without food, they could last more than ten days relying on their Inner Qi.

But without water, they could only last five days at most.

The two began searching the underground palace again; however, the place was bone-dry without any sign of water.

They even knocked open parts of the floor to see if any springs of water would bubble up.

But still nothing.

After several hours of this, they both gave up.

By this time, Lin Dong was extremely fatigued, having overexerted himself earlier while treating Qingye Piaoxue, and not having had anything to eat or drink for a long time, he could only sit cross-legged to recover.

Qingye Piaoxue also sat to one side, feeling quite helpless.

Time is like fine sand, scooped up in the palm, slipping through the fingers.

In a flash, two days passed.

For the past two days, neither of them had touched a drop of water.

Their Inner Qi had been almost entirely depleted, and their bodies began to dry out, throats parched, even sneezing intermittently, feeling a chill in their bodies.

Since Lin Dong began his cultivation, he would often take medicine baths and had never fallen ill.

However, this time, due to excessive fatigue, he finally fell sick.

One could easily imagine the outcome of falling ill in such a weakened state.

It truly was like a soldier crumbling at the first sign of trouble.

"Cough cough..." After a bout of coughing, Lin Dong suddenly collapsed onto the ground, sinking into a semi-conscious state.

He felt his body growing colder and colder, and even his consciousness began to blur.

"Pervert, what’s wrong with you?" Qingye Piaoxue came over, gently patting Lin Dong’s cheek, and asked anxiously.

Lin Dong wanted to respond, but found that he didn’t even have the energy to speak.

If his enemies wanted to kill him at that moment, it would indeed be as easy as flipping a hand.

Even Lin Dong himself couldn’t have imagined such a predicament; him, a Divine Doctor, debilitated by a trifling illness.

"So cold... want to sleep..." Lin Dong mustered all his strength to utter these few words.

His body trembled violently, lips turning purple, shaking uncontrollably.

Qingye Piaoxue hurriedly rubbed her face with her hands, saying anxiously, "Pervert, don’t sleep, when you’re weak, once you fall asleep, it’s very hard to wake up again."

As a Divine Doctor, how could Lin Dong not know this.

But he was indeed very weak; without any Inner Qi, his mouth dry to the extreme, stomach growling with hunger.

The temperature in the cave was also very low, bone-chillingly cold, too much for his body to bear.

At that moment, he was like the little match girl, in the cold winter day, hungry, thirsty, and tired, even starting to see hallucinations before his eyes.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall scenes from his childhood. He always saw his mother’s frail figure, coughing incessantly. In the depths of the night, she would often suffer through sleepless nights in pain. Yet for his sake, she would endure silently, making no sound.

"Mom..."

Lin Dong suddenly whispered softly, the image of ’mom’ becoming clearer and clearer in his mind.

They say when a person is close to death, they’ll think of the person they most want to see.

"Could it be that I’m dying?"

Lin Dong’s thoughts became more and more unclear, his awareness of his surroundings fading away.

"Don’t die, don’t leave me alone, faced with an ice-cold corpse..."

In his haziness, Lin Dong seemed to hear a woman’s voice.

That voice seemed to come from Qingye Piaoxue, yet it also seemed like his mother’s voice from deep within his mind.

His mind finally settled on a scene – the most unforgettable and heart-wrenching moment of his life...

A child knelt in a spacious, simple house, before a bed where a woman lay, not old by any means but looking worn beyond her years. She had peacefully closed her eyes and was still. The child knelt before her, grasping her hand, crying out ’mom’ in heartbreaking anguish.

The child in his memories cried loudly, his voice turning hoarse from crying.

And in reality, now an adult, long since grown tough as iron, tears unconsciously streamed down his face.

In his unconscious state, he murmured:

"Mom, don’t die, don’t leave me alone..."

That year, he was only eight years old. From then on, he had to eat and sleep alone. When he was happy, there was nobody to share his joy, when he was sad, no one to talk to. If he was wronged, that gentle voice could no longer encourage him.

All his happiness and sorrow, since then, he could only hide within his heart...

"You... you also lost your mother when you were little, didn’t you?"

Lin Dong did not know that while he was unconscious, a woman named Qingye Piaoxue was whispering in his ear.

She desperately rubbed his cheek, calling out to him.

"Don’t die, I don’t want to be alone, in this dark and desolate cave, facing a corpse, waiting for death..."

She seemed to remember something sad and couldn’t help but shed tears.

Her tears blurred her vision, and she cried out hoarsely:

"Pervert, wake up, what do I need to do to save you..."