I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 5

Yan Yu forced herself to quickly digest the current situation. Right now, the most urgent matter was Lujia’s safety.

“Can you take me to see Lujia now?”

“In such a hurry?” Yin Beiqing slowly rose. It took her more than ten seconds just to stroll from the bedside to the table. She poured herself a cup of tea. “Rushing to see it one last time?”

“I might be able to save it.” Seeing her unhurried appearance made Yan Yu feel as if she were having a heart attack. She had no idea where her courage came from, but she directly grabbed Yin Beiqing’s wrist and pulled her outside. “Can you hurry? You can drink tea anytime.”

Yin Beiqing was very particular about others casually touching her body. But when Yan Yu held her wrist, she surprisingly did not shake her off immediately. She even froze for a moment.

This person’s hand was completely different from hers. There were no calluses, and both her fingertips and palm felt soft. Only the temperature was a little cold.

“You’re quite bold, sickly weakling.”

If she had said that during their first meeting, Yan Yu would have long since shown weakness and begged for mercy. But right now, her heart was fully focused on saving Lujia. Forget holding Yin Beiqing’s wrist—even if she had to ride on Yin Beiqing’s head, she would dare to do it.

She still remembered back when she was an intern, when a punk had pressed a dagger against her waist and threatened her, demanding that she call over an experienced older doctor to treat their boss’s external injury. Even then, she had been able to keep treating the wound without changing expression.

“Isn’t it because you are kindhearted, approachable, and easy to get along with, Valley Master? That is why this humble woman can speak frankly without delaying important matters.”

Yin Beiqing raised a brow. She understood the meaning behind Yan Yu’s words. Yan Yu had first propped her up with those two phrases, using them to block her mouth, so that she could do some overstepping things. After all, Yin Beiqing could not touch her right now.

Everyone knew that Langdie Valley’s contract mark was even more effective than the empress’s life-saving talisman.

“It isn’t dead.”

Even if it was not dead yet, if you people treat it a few more times, it definitely won’t escape the fate of dying.

“I know… Cough, cough!” Yin Beiqing’s steps were too large. Yan Yu followed in a hurry and could not help lowering her head to cough a few times. A bloody taste rose in her throat.

Hearing this sound, Yin Beiqing frowned and stopped. Yan Yu thought she was disgusted and hurriedly said, “I covered it. I didn’t spit on the ground.”

“Raise your hand.” Yin Beiqing’s face was cold.

“Hm?”

Seeing that Yan Yu still had not done as she said, Yin Beiqing lost patience. She directly hooked an arm around Yan Yu’s waist and carried her sideways over her shoulder.

The familiar posture made Yan Yu’s fragile abdomen suffer another heavy blow. She almost failed to catch her breath and directly ascended to the afterlife.

Do you people of Langdie Valley have a unified method of carrying people just to torment me?

…

When treating non-human creatures, Yin Beiqing still had some conscience. Not only had she given Lujia pills to replenish qi and stop bleeding in time, she had also invited someone to treat its wounds.

The silver-haired woman sitting beside the bed behind a curtain was named Ruan Yuemin, titled the Doll Master.

Langdie Valley had two great guards and five lesser guardians. All of them were A-rank Beast Arts Masters. It was just that the former were even stronger, with soul power extremely close to Special-rank Beast Arts Masters. Promotion was only a matter of time for them.

Ruan Yuemin was one of the two great guards. She was born with a special constitution and possessed a powerful self-regeneration ability like a gecko. Her speed was astonishing. If her arm were cut off, a new one could instantly grow back.

She ground her own bones into several fine needles, then used threads soaked and dried in her blood as an aid to connect severed limbs to living people. Whether hands, feet, or heads, as long as the openings were stitched together and the injured person rested for a few weeks, they could move as flexibly as before. Because of this, she was given the nickname Doll Master.

People outside the valley could spend their entire fortunes and still fail to invite her to act even once. Only Yin Beiqing would treat her like an emotionless textile worker, often carrying subordinates with severed hands and feet back and ordering her to sew them back together.

There were four or five medicine jars on the table. Yan Yu walked over and smelled them one by one, then frowned and shook her head. They were all strong tonic medicines. Right now, Lujia had lost too much blood and its heart and lungs were damaged. Giving it a few mouthfuls of these medicines would accelerate its blood flow, which was equal to adding fuel to the fire. If they did not do something soon, it probably would not even last until evening.

“Have you sewn it up?” Yin Beiqing stood behind Ruan Yuemin with her hands behind her back.

Hearing her voice, Ruan Yuemin turned her head. She had thin brows, a high nose bridge, and pale, thin lips that gave her a cold and aloof temperament. Her black eyes were as dark and pure as if they had been soaked in ink. One could not even distinguish the boundary between her pupils and irises. Looking at them for too long was somewhat unsettling.

“Mm.” She packed up her tools and spoke in a steady tone. “But it won’t live.”

People outside might misunderstand Ruan Yuemin as a healer and imagine her as gentle and benevolent. In truth, it was just the opposite. She looked upon life and death with particular indifference. Forget a beast pet—even if her own blood relative were lying there, when she said the words “won’t live,” her emotions would not fluctuate at all.

People and objects, to her, were only different in that the former could walk and move, making them more troublesome.

“Let me take a look.” Yan Yu stepped forward and lifted the curtain.

Lujia was curled up. Its lips had already changed color, and its breathing looked extremely difficult. The scales on its back had lost their luster, becoming dry and damaged, signaling its failing vital signs.

The broken horn on its head had already been stitched up. Thanks to those pills, the wounds on the surface of its skin had also improved somewhat. But it still looked extremely pained.

Yan Yu first touched the broken horn and examined it. Ruan Yuemin’s technique was skilled, but her style was slightly rough. After it healed, there would probably be an unattractive scar.

The wound smelled of disinfecting herbs. Their effect was similar to alcohol.

Lujia’s injuries were too severe. In addition, its own soul power was not high, so its healing ability was low. Ruan Yuemin was powerless and could only feed it a few pain-relieving pills, which counted as her final mercy.

Yan Yu pressed several spots on Lujia’s abdomen and found that it did not have a strong pain reaction. She nodded.

Considering that they could not delay any longer, Yan Yu planned to perform an emergency non-sterile surgery. She rolled up her sleeves, gently laid Lujia flat, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and habitually stretched out her hand toward the person beside her, spreading her palm.

After nothing was placed in her palm for a long time, Yan Yu suddenly realized something and raised her head.

She was not in a hospital, and the people standing beside her were not colleagues helping pass her tools.

As expected, Yin Beiqing and Ruan Yuemin were both staring at her expressionlessly. Their gazes seemed to have already concluded that there was definitely something wrong with her brain.

“I wanted to ask whether there is a small dagger or blade I can borrow.”

Ruan Yuemin answered simply, “No.”

All of her medical blades were made from her own bones. She never casually lent these things to outsiders.

Yan Yu cast her hopeful gaze toward Yin Beiqing. The latter let out a soft laugh. With a flip of her wrist, her wide sleeve was like Doraemon’s pocket, clattering out several blades, daggers, and various hidden weapons of different sizes.

Yan Yu got up and picked them all up. After wiping them with disinfecting herb juice, she arranged them in a row. Then she selected one that felt handy, raised her wrist, pressed her index finger against the back of the blade, and used her left hand to press several times near Lujia’s sixth rib to find the right spot.

Lujia’s entire body was covered in scales, especially its back, which was as hard as stone. Even its soft abdomen had a thin layer of scales. Yan Yu cleaned a patch of skin, then gently lowered her wrist. The blade sank into the skin. Because the skin was too thick, cutting through it took some effort. Fortunately, the blade Yin Beiqing had given her was sharp, so it did not affect her movements too much.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Ruan Yuemin spoke.

Yan Yu’s expression did not change. Her movements remained quick and steady. “Saving it.”

Her face was stern, and her serious side profile carried a bit more severity and distance.

Smelling blood, Yin Beiqing frowned and took a step back. Perhaps because she had already witnessed this sickly weakling’s ability to change faces quickly, she was no longer surprised by any outrageous thing Yan Yu did.

“I have seen no fewer than a hundred Healing Masters, but I have never seen anyone save a life the way you do. Do you think it isn’t dying fast enough?” Ruan Yuemin said.

Yan Yu did not answer. She used clean cotton cloth to absorb some of the fluid and lowered her head to carefully search for the wound on the lung.

Several of Lujia’s ribs were broken, and there was a large amount of fluid in its chest cavity. Most likely, its lung had been punctured. If this were a normal person, they probably would not have lasted half an hour. Fortunately, the original owner had never mistreated this beast pet. Whenever she had rare spiritual herbs or pills, she fed them to it, making its self-healing ability better than that of ordinary beast pets. That was how it had lasted until now.

“Needle and thread.” Yan Yu stretched out her hand again.

Ruan Yuemin looked at the pale palm extended before her. After hesitating for a moment, she turned her head and looked at Yin Beiqing, asking for her opinion with her eyes.

Every one of her bone needles came from enduring the intense pain of a broken bone, then carefully grinding it for a week. One finger joint could only produce five needles. Even she herself used them with extreme care and treated them as precious.

If this had been before, she would not even have paid attention to Yan Yu. But now, Yin Beiqing had given Yan Yu the contract mark, which meant she had been acknowledged as one of their own. Ruan Yuemin’s attitude toward Yan Yu would depend on Yin Beiqing’s mood.

“Give them to her.” Yin Beiqing lifted her chin. She wanted to see what tricks this sickly weakling could come up with—whether she truly was a goddess descended from heaven, or merely pretending to be mysterious.

Yan Yu took the needle and thread, said thank you to Ruan Yuemin, and began stitching Lujia up.

The bone needle was somewhat thick, affecting the flexibility of her movements. It was not a big problem when suturing skin, but stitching the wound on the lung required more caution. By the time she carefully finished stitching it, her forehead was covered in sweat again.

This time, she had learned her lesson. She truly did not dare ask these two big shots to pass her a handkerchief to wipe her sweat. After lowering her head and rubbing the sweat off on her shoulder, she used the bone needle as a substitute support and tied it to the rib to fix it in place.

After everything was handled, Lujia’s breathing was clearly much smoother, and the sound no longer seemed as muffled and heavy.

Yan Yu asked for another thread and closed the surgical incision for it.

After finishing all of this, she finally let out a breath of relief. The pills Ruan Yuemin had given Lujia, besides relieving pain, also had a sedative effect. It would not gradually wake up until at least the latter half of the night. So tonight, Yan Yu probably had to stay by this little thing’s side without leaving even half a step.

Yin Beiqing and Ruan Yuemin looked at each other. The former’s lazy appearance changed, and a few traces of interest appeared in her eyes.

Although neither of them understood Yan Yu’s method, they knew she was sewing up Lujia’s damaged wound. It was only that, unlike Ruan Yuemin, what she was sewing was internal organs.

Her actions were so bold, and she herself did not look the slightest bit hesitant. She seemed extremely practiced, which meant she had done this kind of thing quite a lot. But even the well-informed Ruan Yuemin had never heard of such a treatment method. Could it truly be as recorded in the ancient books—that this sickly weakling before them possessed the ability to bring the dead back to life?

“What needle technique is this?” Ruan Yuemin leaned closer to Yan Yu, her eyes staring straight at her.

Yan Yu suddenly met her pitch-black eyes and almost cried out in fright. After taking a breath to calm herself, she said, “Do you want to learn?”

Ruan Yuemin stopped speaking. Her black eyes stared at Yan Yu for a few seconds, then coldly turned away.

“One bone needle costs ten lu coins. You used three. Thirty in total.” Ruan Yuemin walked out with her hands behind her back. When she passed Yin Beiqing, she turned her head and said to her, “Deduct it directly from her monthly allowance and give it to me.”

Yin Beiqing shrugged. “Aren’t you the one in charge of money?”

“I’m telling you to inform her.”

Yan Yu pointed at herself. “I’m right here.”

Ruan Yuemin acted as if she had heard nothing and walked straight away.

Yan Yu had just wanted to ask Yin Beiqing what Ruan Yuemin meant, but in the blink of an eye, the place where Yin Beiqing had been standing was also empty.

She shook her head, not wanting to dwell on what exactly was going on with these two strange people whose moods changed faster than turning pages in a book. She fetched a basin of water and returned to wipe the bloodstains, mud, and dust from Lujia’s body.

It was not until evening that a maidservant came to deliver food and a medicine bottle to her.

Yan Yu ate a couple of simple bites, then applied medicine to Lujia again. This room did not look like a proper bedroom. It seemed to have been temporarily converted from a storage room. The bed was also very small. With Lujia sleeping on it, Yan Yu had to curl up in order to lie down. She lay on her side facing Lujia, and only after hearing its steady breathing did her mood settle somewhat.

She remembered that when she was in high school, she had once picked up an orange cat from the roadside and secretly kept it in the storage room behind her parents’ backs. But not long after, it left because of feline panleukopenia.

Although she had not spent much time with that cat, the helpless feeling of watching it grow weaker little by little and die had stayed in Yan Yu’s memory for a very long time.

Fortunately, things were different now.

She pressed her finger against Lujia’s twitching nose and gently poked it. “You’ll definitely get better. Don’t be afraid.”

As if it had heard her words in its sleep, Lujia opened and closed its mouth, unconsciously letting out a few dreamlike murmurs. It sounded helpless and pitiful, as if seeking its master’s support.

“She’s gone. I’ll stay with you from now on.” Yan Yu picked up its wounded little paw and placed it in her palm. “Are you scared?”

In the story, the original owner had been captured and fed to the wolves on the very day she tried to assassinate Yin Beiqing. There was no reversal and no accident. She was a side character whom the author had disposed of with only two sentences.

Perhaps Lujia truly understood Yan Yu’s words, because a line of tears slid from the corner of its eye. But its body still instinctively searched for the familiar scent and moved closer to Yan Yu.

Yan Yu softened her breathing, not wanting to disturb it. Suddenly, she remembered that the original novel seemed to have mentioned that Lujia really liked the lullaby the original owner sang for it. She cleared her throat and began to hum.

The last time Yan Yu herself had heard it was before elementary school. She did not remember the lyrics very clearly, so she only pieced together the melody with nasal humming.

“Panpan!”

Yan Yu stopped. Her gaze swept around the room, but she did not find anything unusual. Yet she had clearly heard that sound.

It sounded like a child’s voice, crisp and full of energy.

After waiting for a long time, the voice did not appear again. Yan Yu guessed that she might truly be hallucinating, so she began humming again.

“Paaaaa! Pan!”

This time, Yan Yu was one hundred percent certain that she had truly heard it.

“Who are you?” She sat up and asked warily.

No one answered. But the Beast Mark on her forehead suddenly began to burn, as if something were forcefully trying to drill out.

Remembering that Yin Beiqing’s Beast Soul had also appeared in this way earlier, Yan Yu immediately looked up. Sure enough, she saw a stream of white smoke rapidly taking shape in the air.

It wrapped around in a circle and began spinning quickly, swaying left and right. The outer shell of smoke drifted away, revealing inside…

A little lump of meat?

Author’s Note:

Golden finger No. 2 acquired! Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will both be big, fat 5,000-word chapters. Hands on hips.