I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Nineteen Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan looked at the rotten tail that looked almost as severe as when she first met him, and only felt overcome by a sudden dizziness. At that moment, her mood was very complicated. It wasnt that she blamed him for dirtying the bedding, but just that she had a deeper understanding of Mister Longs injuries, and at the same time, was feeling incomparably sad.

Why had he become like this when she had only gone out for less than half a day.

When she changed his dressing yesterday, Mister Longs tail was clearly already much better

Looking at the mattress and quilt that were stained red with fresh blood, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very powerless. She stood at the head of Mister Longs bed, her eyes reddening shamefully for the first time

Before transmigrating here, she had been just an ordinary employee, with neither any medical knowledge nor amazing beautyit could even be said that in that vast, lonesome world, she had always been by herself, all on her own.

But after the transmigration, even though the days were tough and fraught with crises, Mister Longs existence made her feel depended upon, and that she was able to become extremely strong and tough for someone else.

Although it had only been a few short days, her thoughts regarding Mister Long had gone from the initial purely wanting him to spare her life when he woke up, to the sympathy that came with a touch of co-reliance she felt now.

But now, she hasnt managed to take good care of him.

Mu Wanwan felt a little breathless, and the world before her became a little blurry. She shamefully reached out to wipe the tears that had fallen at some point unbeknownst to her, standing helplessly in place

She had to hurry and think of a solution; she had to.

Should she apply medicine again like the last time? Or, was what she did actually wrong? Countless thoughts squeezed into Mu Wanwans head, making her unable to react at all.

The room gradually quieted; Mister Longs heartbeat grew faster and faster, but he heard neither her abhorrent cursing, nor her cry of collapsehe didnt even hear the sound of her escaping feet.

Just what exactly was her reaction? Could it be that she had fainted from the shock?

In the end, Mister Long was unable to hold back, and he quietly pulled out a wisp of divine consciousness. However, that wisp of divine consciousness seemed to have lost its way the instant he saw Mu Wanwans expression clearly, and only stayed rooted to the spot in foolish stupefaction.

She was crying.

She was actually crying; why would she be crying?

She would cry for him?

She wasnt fed up, let alone disgusted.

For the first time in his life, Mister Long couldnt quite make out what he was feeling. This was different from what he had expected, and was different from what he had simulated.

The roots of the ears turned a shameless red; Mister Longs eyelashes trembled, and actually felt that his tail, which was rotting again because of the curse, didnt hurt as much anymore.

After the plot in Mister Longs mind progressed by nearly a hundred chapters, Mu Wanwan finally calmed down. She was extremely regretful that she hadnt carefully memorised every word of the novel back then.

If she had read it carefully, she might have been able to find a cure for Mister Longs tail. The book said that her Mister Long was seriously injured because of a battle with the leaders of other races, but she had no idea what the reason was. She also had no way to take Mister Long out to see a doctor; all she could do was to make him some food and occasionally feed him some spirit stones

Wait, spirit stones.

An idea flashed in her mind like an electric flint. Mu Wanwan hurriedly piled all the spirit stones in her pocket by Mister Longs ear, while condemning herself even more

How could she have forgotten? Mister Long was a dragon cultivator, and his injuries could not be cured by simply applying ointment. Most likely, large amounts of spiritual energy would be required.

Moreover, looking at Mister Longs long-term vegetative state, it was likely that his meridians were also severely damaged, such that there was no way for him to directly absorb the thin spiritual energy that existed between heaven and earth. If there was no spirit stone by his side, it would be equivalent to a piece of dry land; it might be difficult to even live, let alone repair his meridians with spiritual energy.

Mu Wanwan raised her sleeve and wiped away her tears, not minding the unpleasant smell in the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the spirit stones placed by Mister Longs ear, hoping that this method would prove effective.

She didnt know if her prayers had worked, but those spirit stones really seemed to fade bit by bit from Mu Wanwans sight, turning into dense spiritual energy, then entering Mister Longs body.

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