sbdcsierra Chapter 405 It's not a dream!
Chapter 405 It's not a dream!
Fei Feng sat cross-legged on the jade bed, and streams of healing spiritual energy gently flowed into Long Chuqing's body, repairing her wounds.
At noon on the third day, Long Chuqing's eyelashes, which had been tightly closed for many days, finally trembled.
Her eyelids slowly opened a crack, then closed again, repeating this several times before the light and shadow in front of her gradually focused.
What came into view were two bright smiling faces.
Feifeng waved her hand in front of her eyes and asked happily, "You're awake. Are you feeling better?"
At this moment, Long Chuqing's mind was blank, as if all thoughts had been taken away.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, and the two smiling faces were still clearly visible.
Not an illusion!
It's not a dream!
This was the first time in a hundred years that she had seen a living face, apart from seeing the Empress and the two guards who had thrown her into the Heavenly Void Abyss.
"Are you... alright?" Seeing her lost in thought, Feng Yu leaned closer, gently brushing away the stray hairs from her forehead, and asked softly, "Do you still remember who you are?"
"I……"
Long Chuqing tried to speak, but only a hoarse breath escaped her throat.
She froze, and... she seemed speechless.
Memories flooded back, and she was startled to realize that it had been a very, very long time—so long that she couldn't remember the exact years.
She hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.
Fei Feng and Feng Yu exchanged glances, a look of doubt appearing in their eyes. They thought to themselves: Could he be mute?
Feifeng keenly sensed something was wrong: "I checked her vocal cords and they're not damaged. Logically, she shouldn't be unable to speak."
Feng Yu asked, "Haven't you spoken in a long time?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Long Chuqing's eyes, then she nodded gently.
Fei Feng and Feng Yu immediately understood and nodded in agreement: "I see."
The answer is obvious.
This makes sense. She was trapped for a hundred years, during which time no one communicated with her. Although her vocal cords were not damaged, she lost the habit and strength to speak due to long-term disuse.
When Long Chuqing tried to move her body, she found that she could not move, and the intense pain made her gasp.
Seeing this, Feng Yu immediately pressed down on her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't worry, your injuries are very serious and you can't move for the time being. Although Fei Feng has treated you, you still need to rest in bed."
Feng Yu pulled Fei Feng aside, a gentle smile in her eyes, and introduced her, "Her name is Fei Feng, and my name is Feng Yu. Fei Feng knows medicine, so don't worry, she will continue to treat you."
Fei Feng nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, don't worry, I guarantee I'll make you as lively and energetic as ever."
Long Chuqing didn't know why the two women were helping her, but she could sense that they had no hostility towards her. On the contrary, their eyes were filled with genuine kindness and care.
Her gaze shifted between the two girls. She remembered those two girls with their cascading silver hair; they were the ones who had saved her from the evil spirits!
"Thank...thank you..." she managed to utter two words of thanks, squeezing out two broken sounds from her dry lips, trying to tell him her name: "Chu...Qing..."
The two looked at each other, both indicating they didn't understand.
Fei Feng waved her hand to comfort her: "Oh, it's alright! Don't worry, you'll be able to speak in a while, and then you can tell us your name."
Long Chuqing nodded.
In the days that followed, Fei Feng first treated her internal injuries, then reconnected her severed meridians and repaired the whip marks on her body.
The whip used for punishment was a divine weapon, so repairing the whip marks on her body was no easy task.
Vegetation is difficult to grow in Tianxu Abyss, but those plants that survive in harsh environments are extremely rare spiritual herbs.
Fei Feng collected rare spiritual herbs from Tianxu Abyss and refined them into healing potions. Some were refined into pills to treat Long Chuqing's internal injuries, while others were refined into ointments to be applied to wounds to repair whip marks and external injuries.
Six months later, at dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the chaos, Long Chuqing was finally able to stand up, supporting himself against the cave wall, thanks to Fei Feng's healing.
Her tendons in her hands and feet had been completely reconnected, and the numerous whip marks on her body were gradually fading, revealing her snow-white, newly grown skin.
The wound on the collarbone has slowly healed, but the wounds on the palms and soles of the feet have not yet healed due to the long time that has passed. At present, the patient can only walk briefly, but the palms can grasp normally.
Even Fei Feng was amazed by her healing ability, after all, most of her injuries were caused by divine artifacts.
What is punishment? It is to leave a mark on the sinner, so that every time the offender sees the scar, he will remember the lesson and never again commit heinous acts.
Fei Feng was originally worried that Long Chuqing would have incurable wounds on his feet and hands, and she was very concerned about it at the time.
The palms are exposed skin, and since they are pretty girls, they might feel inferior if they have unsightly wounds.
So she kept trying to figure out how to make up for the missing flesh in her hands, but she couldn't find a way.
Later, Feng Yu handed a plain-colored small bag to Long Chuqing. When she opened it, she found several dragon scales inside.
Those were scales that Long Chuqing had been torn off by evil spirits and demons when she first arrived at Tianxu Abyss, and the two of them picked them up.
Long Chuqing took out the dragon scale, and felt a familiar touch on his fingertips.
She smiled and said, "Thank you."
Thank you so much.
"Oh... no need to thank me. You've thanked us so many times in the past six months. Don't you get tired of it? We're both fed up with it," Feng Yu said, feigning anger. "Don't be so formal in the future."
Fei Feng glanced at Feng Yu, then looked at Long Chuqing with a gentle smile: "The dragon scales originally fell from your body, so now they've been returned to their rightful owner."
Hearing them say that, Long Chuqing felt a warmth in her heart.
She stroked the dragon scales, and suddenly a thought flashed through her mind. She looked at Feifeng and said, "Feifeng, do you think it's possible to place the dragon scales on the wounds on my limbs? The dragon scales are made from my own blood and bones, so perhaps they can heal the wounds on my hands and feet and speed up the healing process."
Fei Feng's eyes lit up upon hearing this. For some time now, the wounds on Long Chuqing's limbs from the chains had been a major headache for her. Hearing what she said, it was definitely worth a try.
"I'll give it a try." She couldn't wait to start.
Fei Feng placed the two dragon scales in Long Chuqing's palm, and at the same time used healing spiritual power to promote fusion.
A faint golden light emanated from the area where the dragon scales touched the wound, and the proliferating tissue at the edge of the wound began to reshape and repair itself in an orderly manner. As the dragon scales gradually shrank, the wound also began to heal slowly.
In just seven days, the four terrifying blood holes completely closed, leaving only a few barely noticeable pale pink scars.
Ten dragon scales were plucked in total, but new dragon scales have now grown back. Each wound required two dragon scales to fill, and there are two left.