I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Chapter 116 Transaction

When the morning light pierced his eyes without obstruction, Zenji's first sensation was a slight numbness in his body—as if he had been holding the same position for a long time.

He frowned and opened his eyes, only to be met with a magnified small face.

“Dad!” Hui’s nose was almost touching his face, and she was holding a basin of water in her hand. “You’ve been sleeping for so long! My sister said if you don’t wake up, Hui can splash you to wake you up.”

She even raised her hand to press down on her son's shaking head, and snatched the basin of water away with a dark face: "You brat, you're always siding with outsiders."

When his eyes met Hui's worried gaze, he opened his mouth, but the sarcastic words he was about to say got stuck halfway through.

"Go wash your face." In the end, he just roughly rubbed his messy hair. "Your face is covered in chocolate sauce."

His gaze passed over Hui's shoulder, and the scene in the living room made his temples throb—the culprit who had tricked him yesterday was sitting at the dining table with his legs crossed, a half-eaten cake in front of him, and flipping through their family photo album.

Ugly Baby wrapped herself around the other person's wrist in a fawning manner, twisting herself into a bow shape.

"Hello." Zhu Yu waved without looking up, behaving like a host, extremely casually.

Zen Temple Shen'er: Hey, you impolite brat!

He walked into the living room, slowly pulling out a chair, the wooden legs dragging on the floor with a dull thud. As his tall frame sank into the seat, the entire chair seemed to sink a little deeper.

His broad shoulders blocked most of the light behind him, casting a heavy shadow on the tablecloth. The shadow cast by his brow bone obscured his eyes, revealing only his taut jawline.

The bright light from the window enveloped him, but it couldn't dispel the somber atmosphere.

The air around him seemed to thicken, and time seemed to slow down.

He was thinking about something, his gaze falling on the withered flowers in the vase.

Zhu Yu diverted some of her attention to the suddenly appearing NPC and was surprised to find a yellow exclamation mark above his head.

She immediately abandoned her somewhat perfunctory attitude and switched to a proactive business mode.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Zen Monk Shen'er's gaze flickered as it fell on the vase. The red light reflected from the dark red glass wall fell on his table, and for a moment, it overlapped with the bloodstains his wife had left on his handkerchief in his memory.

Those dark red, ominous bloodstains have been appearing more and more frequently on the hospital bed sheets since last year.

"Kid, what do you eat when you fight?" He heard his own voice, like a rusty knife scraping sandpaper. "Can an ordinary person use that?"

What exactly is that item that can instantly heal injuries...?

The moment the words left his mouth, Zenji felt as if his throat was being burned by flames.

He paused as he watched Zhu Yu chew, realizing he was gambling—gambling on this intruder shrouded in secrets, on that strange yet vibrant power, and on the possibility of his wife regaining her health.

After his wife fell seriously ill and was hospitalized, he reconnected with the world of sorcery, which he had previously decided to distance himself from.

He was willing to try anything, from bizarre and unusual magical artifacts to all sorts of spells, as long as there was even the slightest possibility.

He even found a rare holder of the Reversal Technique.

Unfortunately, the methods he tried were either ineffective for ordinary people or could only heal external injuries without relieving the pain.

All he could do was try to prolong his wife's life.

The hourglass was repeatedly turned upside down, but less and less sand leaked out—just like her life, which, no matter how futilely he turned it over, was irreversibly flowing toward its end.

He had already resigned himself to this irreversible ending, but then he discovered that everything seemed to be taking a turn for the better.

My heart suddenly pounded in my chest, like a trapped beast breaking free of its rusty cage.

He stared intently at the person opposite him.

Zhu Yu silently recalled for a moment.

Food? Does it refer to the healing items that players consume during combat?

"It's for replenishing blood," she answered honestly, not forgetting the second question, "Ordinary people can eat it."

Even if it's not ordinary, you can still eat it.

Side Quest: A Husband's Plea

One can witness a slow death, but cannot accept it. If possible, can fate be bribed? This poor husband is praying for a miracle; will you be that miracle? Will you grant his request and reverse his fate?

It sounds mysterious, but it's definitely a "YES"!

"It works?"

Shen'er's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, each syllable carrying the stench of blood.

Hui noticed the strange atmosphere and tugged at his sleeve. The child's hand was trembling, yet he clutched the piece of cloth tightly, as if it were his only lifeline.

She even closed her eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, those surging emotions had been forcibly suppressed back into his eyes, leaving only a chilling calm.

"Help me save someone." He released his grip on his hand, which had drawn blood. "As for the conditions... what do you want?"

Zhu Yu's eyes suddenly changed. "Masaka, could this be a wish-granting opportunity set up by the game?"

She cleared her throat and made a sincere wish: "Please let me become the king of the world."

Zen Monk Shen Er's serious expression crumbled: "...Huh? What kind of pipe dream are you having, you brat?"

Sigh, games really do limit players.

So useless (disdainful face)

"Okay then, I'll save it for now."

Zhu Yu looked disappointed and decided to wait until she needed to exchange it with the NPC.

Zen Temple Shen'er: "..." What kind of look is that, kid? It's infuriating.

*

The two reached an agreement, and at Zen-in-sensei's request, they established a binding agreement to ensure the transaction was completed.

Zhu Yu needs to save his wife, and in return, he will fulfill a request she makes that is within his capabilities.

Zenji took her to the ward, and this time he brought Hui along as well.

Hui hadn't seen her mother for a long time, and excitedly rushed to her bedside, carefully holding her mother's pale hand.

The woman, like a piece of paper soaked by rain, lay pale and lifeless in the snow-white hospital bed.

His short black hair had lost its former satin-like luster and was scattered messily on the pillow, with a few strands stuck to his sunken temples by cold sweat.

Her once bright eyes are now half-closed, her eyelashes casting bluish-gray shadows on her cheekbones, trembling slightly with each labored breath.

Zhu Yu approached the hospital bed to check on the NPC's condition.

The NPC has the "Sick" debuff, and its health bar is continuously decreasing, about to reach zero.

Before long, the monitor suddenly emitted a sharp siren.

"Drip-drip-drip-"

The voice was like a sharp blade, instantly shattering the false tranquility of the ward.

Oh no, a major crisis!

Zhu Yu broke out in a cold sweat.

Chapter 117 Thanks for the Language Patch

It seemed that if no action was taken soon, the NPCs would be about to concede defeat.

Zhu Yu quickly pried open the patient's jaw and poured a tool into it.

The miracle happened in seconds.

The woman's bluish-purple nail beds turned blood red, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Mom!" Hui excitedly nuzzled her head into her mother's arms.

The woman, still reeling from the shock, blinked blankly, her fingertips tracing her son's spiky hair. When her gaze shifted to her husband, he was gripping the bed railing tightly. The metal armrest was twisted and deformed in his palm, his knuckles white from the force.

She sighed helplessly, "Yes, you're using too much force."

“…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he could only manage a hoarse “Ah.”

Zhu Yu took two steps back, looked at the brief blush that appeared on the woman's face, and suddenly said, "This is just an emergency treatment."

The debuff above the NPC's head remained stubbornly in place, and his health bar, which had been full, began to slowly drop again. If the debuff wasn't removed, he would die sooner or later.

The ward fell silent.

Shen Er's expression froze.

He slowly turned to Zhu Yu, his pupils churning with emotions like the sea before a storm. Hui looked up blankly, her little hand still tightly gripping her mother's index finger.

“If things continue like this,” she said, rummaging through her backpack, “they will still die if the root cause of their illness isn’t cured.”

but......

"How long?" Shen interrupted her, his voice hoarse. "How long can you hold on?"

The woman, Zenin Anzu, coughed softly and reached for her husband's sleeve: "Shen'er, don't worry..."

He knelt silently before the hospital bed, his forehead pressed against his wife's cold hand. His breath was hot, and the muscles in his shoulders were taut like a fully drawn bow, yet he could not utter a single word.

Xing's fingertips twitched, brushing across the back of his neck.

The "Warlock Killer," feared by ordinary warlocks, obediently allowed her hands to roam over his vulnerable neck.

For a moment, the ward was extremely quiet.

Zhu Yu: ......

No, the player hadn't even finished speaking when he started getting sentimental.

Zhu Yu reached into his backpack and pulled out—

A mysterious parchment

The inscription contains the Hippocratic Oath in ancient Greek: "Medicine is the boat that carries people across the sea of ​​suffering." This ancient oath, like an inextinguishable lamp, illuminates humanity's long journey in the fight against disease and death.

When using this medicine, the oath must be recited in Ancient Greek, and the recipient will be freed from all ailments.

The player's health is always at maximum, and they never get sick.

My friends are all as strong as oxen and rarely get sick, so they don't really need this prop.

I never thought I'd ever need it.

She remarked this, and quickly selected the target audience.

Zhu Yu: Thank you for the language patch!

The item was successfully used.

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a faint golden hue over the silhouette of the girl standing by the bed.

A string of ancient and beautiful syllables flowed from the opening and closing of his lips.

The language is like pearls rolling down marble steps, each syllable carrying the resonance of a thousand years of accumulated time.

As she bowed her head to recite, her cascading black hair mostly obscured her expression, and her eyelashes cast feather-like shadows beneath her eyes.

His brow was slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips were flattened yet contained a certain compassionate curve, making one feel as if they were seeing a preacher depicted in a church stained glass window.

As she uttered the last syllable, she tilted her head back, and the parchment in her hand suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame from its edge.

The flames were silent, yet they devoured the yellowed, ancient paper at an astonishing speed.

Her fingers loosened slightly, letting the burning parchment slip through her fingers.

As the paper fell, it decomposed continuously, and the ashes, as if blown away by an invisible wind, swirled and rose in the morning light of the ward, eventually disappearing without a trace, leaving not even a scorch mark.

On her sickbed, Zenin Anzu let out a soft "ah" and reached out as if to catch the scattered ashes, but her fingertips only touched the warm sunlight.

The next moment, she gently touched her chest, her hand trembling slightly.

Where once every breath felt like being pierced by an icicle, now only warm blood flows joyfully.

She slowly opened her eyes, feeling a long-lost sense of lightness surging through her limbs and bones—as if someone had removed the lead weight buried deep in her bones for many years, making even her fingertips feel incredibly light.