Curator Sheng naturally didn’t understand, but he wasn’t one to pry.
At the Konghe Institute, Curator Sheng didn’t call for Xu Zhi to read Mo Sigui’s mind, nor did he record his information. He simply said, “Whatever requests you have, Divine Doctor, as long as they’re within the rules, I’ll accommodate them.”
“You divide people into groups here, right? Put me in Mei Fourteen’s group,” Mo Sigui had only this one request.
He wasn’t in a hurry to collect on Lou Mingyue’s debt, but he felt uncomfortable not repaying what he owed others.
Curator Sheng didn’t waste words. He called out, “Someone!”
“Here!”
“Arrange accommodation for the Divine Doctor next to Xuan Ren’s quarters, and inform the four instructors that Divine Doctor Mo belongs to the Xuan group.”
…
When Curator Sheng left, the four instructors had already received the news. They were all waiting, as a divine doctor like Mo Sigui surely possessed beneficial medicines for cultivation, and they all wanted to welcome him warmly.
Upon hearing the news, the Earth Instructor angrily smashed a table of tea sets.
The Xuan Instructor trembled with excitement.
The other two instructors remained silent.
…
Outside it was daytime, but the Konghe Institute’s quarters were shrouded in darkness.
Someone carrying a lantern-led the way for Mo Sigui.
An Jiu sat on the stone steps in front of her door, watching the approaching light. She couldn’t help but stand up.
“Cousin,” Mo Sigui greeted An Jiu with a smile as if they had seen each other just yesterday.
“Divine Doctor, your room is that one,” the guide pointed to the room next to An Jiu’s.
“I see,” Mo Sigui said.
“I’ll take my leave,” the guide handed him the lantern and left.
An Jiu stared at him expressionlessly for a moment. “Mo Sigui, this is not a place you should come to.”
“In this world, there are places people dare not go, places people are unwilling to go, but are there places people cannot go?” Mo Sigui said, half-jokingly. “The only two women I’ve had any connection with in my life are here. What reason do I have not to come?”
Lou Mingyue was about to open her door but stopped upon hearing these words. She suppressed her presence and stood silently by the door.
“Your life has just begun,” An Jiu said.
With Mo Sigui’s superior medical skills and good reputation, there was truly no need for him to wade into these troubled waters.
“You don’t understand me,” Mo Sigui closed his fan and lifted the lantern, walking towards the stone steps. He extended his hand to An Jiu.
An Jiu knew he wanted to check her pulse, as he always did when he saw her. She stretched out her hand.
Mo Sigui held her wrist, felt her pulse for a moment, then let go. He turned and smiled towards Lou Mingyue’s room. Mo Sigui’s meridians possessed the rare “wind” attribute, giving him unusual flexibility and sensitivity. He had sensed Lou Mingyue’s presence even before she suppressed it.
As An Jiu said, his life had indeed just begun. However, he was born with a cold nature and was obsessed with medicine. Elder Qi had advised him not to betray the word “love,” so his heart couldn’t bear too much emotion.
In this chaotic mortal world, with its myriad temptations, Mo Sigui would only drink one ladle…
Yet this single love, though unique, was hard to gauge its depth.