The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 90

The temporary medical room smelled sharply of disinfectant, like an icy spike piercing Ning Ning’s nose and stabbing straight into his brain.

The air was cold, the metal chair he sat on was cold, even the oxygen he inhaled carried a bone-deep chill.

“Drip ……Drip…… Drip ……”

The complex machines beside him emitted monotonous, rhythmic beeps.

But to Ning Ning, those sounds weren’t signals of life—they were the countdowns of death. Each beep struck his heart like a hammer.

He sat motionless at the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the man lying there.

Xiao Lin’s face was pale as paper. His normally blood-red, commanding lips now lacked all color, blending seamlessly with the rest of his face.

His blood-soaked uniform had been replaced with a patient gown, various tubes inserted into his body and connected to the machines emitting those urgent, life-threatening beeps. The screen displaying his vital signs trembled weakly like a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment, collapsing into a straight, hopeless line.

Ning Ning felt as if his tears had long since dried up in the cockpit.

At this moment, he just stared blankly, replaying Xiao Lin’s last kiss over and over in his mind.

The kiss, though stained with blood, had been so gentle it shattered his heart.

The warmth of the blood on his face, the rough calluses of Xiao Lin’s fingertips brushing against his skin with an irritating yet intimate touch, and the words Xiao Lin had whispered in his ear with the last ounce of strength:

“Okay.”

He said he would always like him.

And now he was dying.

A liar.

The spot where Ning Ning’s heart should be felt hollow, as if someone had forcibly scooped it out, leaving only a rushing cold wind that made his entire body ache.

He didn’t even feel his own existence—he felt weightless, like the green bug-like slime in space, ready to drift away silently into the void.

“Creak—”

The door to the medical room opened slightly, breaking the deadly silence.

Gu Qingfeng entered.

His immaculate white uniform looked somewhat dull against the sterile whiteness of the room. He didn’t look at Ning Ning, as if only he and a dying patient existed here.

He walked straight to the machines, lowering his gaze to carefully scan the rapidly deteriorating life readings.

His expression remained calm, professional, machine-like.

But Ning Ning noticed the fingers brushing the edge of his pocket twitch slightly, almost imperceptibly.

After a long moment, Gu Qingfeng finally spoke, his voice carrying a gravelly rasp that had never been there before.

“The empire’s medical technology… cannot save a soul that has already shattered.”

He didn’t say “all medical measures are useless,” but phrased it in a way that was even more direct, more brutal.

“His spiritual core… is shattered. Not cracked—it’s broken into powder. Not even a god can restore it.”

Ning Ning’s shoulders shook violently, as if that sentence had struck him with a whip.

Gu Qingfeng finally turned his gaze to Ning Ning. It was a complicated look, full of jealousy, a grim satisfaction at seeing his rival near death, but most of all, an unfamiliar, crushing sense of helplessness.

He watched the broken, desolate boy, saw his purple eyes dimmed by grief for another, and felt his own heart pierced by an invisible hand—not fatally, but painfully.

He had schemed, planned every step, believing he could control everything, believing that one day, those beautiful purple eyes would reflect only his image.

And now, he could only stand there and watch the boy’s heart break for another man.

He had lost. Completely.

Gu Qingfeng’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly. For the first time in the battle for Xiao Lin, he chose the most absolute form of retreat and acknowledgment.

He looked into Ning Ning’s eyes, speaking quietly but clearly, as if stating a bitter truth he had only just accepted.

“I can’t save him.”

Then he stepped forward slightly, bending down, and in a near-whisper meant only for the two of them, he spoke word by word:

“But perhaps… only you can.”

The words struck Ning Ning’s deadened mind like thunder.

He slowly lifted his head to look at Gu Qingfeng.

In his once-empty, sorrow-filled purple eyes, the vacancy and grief rapidly faded, replaced by a terrifying, all-consuming flame.

A reckless, desperate determination to grasp the last straw.

He did not respond to Gu Qingfeng. Instead, he suddenly stood.

His legs tingled from sitting too long, his body swayed briefly, but he forced himself upright.

His spine, once fragile from fear and grief, now stood straight as a drawn sword.

Step by step, he approached Xiao Lin’s bed. He bent down and gently brushed the cold sweat-soaked black hair off the man’s forehead with his fingertips, as if touching a rare treasure.

Then, he reached out with both hands, firmly grasping Xiao Lin’s cold hand that lacked any warmth.

He would save him.

This thought sprouted like a wild seed in his heart, instantly growing into a towering tree.

To hell with being a petty office worker, to hell with going home.

If going home meant losing him, he would rather be trapped here forever.

If becoming the so-called “Moon God,” carrying a heavy destiny, could bring him back…

Then so be it.

He had nothing he couldn’t give.

Ning Ning, with unprecedented calmness, spoke inwardly to the system that had always been a spectator:

“89.”

【…I’m here, host.】 System 89’s voice was unusually cautious, even slightly trembling.

Ning Ning held Xiao Lin’s hand, knuckles whitening with exertion. His voice echoed in his mind—calm, yet heavy as a mountain.

“Tell me how to save him.”

The system remained silent for over ten seconds, seemingly locked in violent internal struggle.

【Host… are you truly certain?】

“Tell me.” Ning Ning didn’t answer, repeating firmly.

【…There is a way.】 System 89’s voice dropped low, 【It is the only method. You must use the most core power of your bloodline. The Moon God’s essence can repair all spiritual injuries, even… a shattered spiritual core.】

Ning Ning’s heart raced. “How?”

【With my blood, renew his life.】 System 89 spoke with an ancient cadence, 【You must let your blood infused with your essence flow into his mouth. Your blood is his medicine.】

【But, host!】 The system’s voice suddenly rose, urgent and warning, 【Using the essence will consume a tremendous and unknown amount of your own strength! Your power, even your life… will be drained rapidly! This damage may be permanent, and… may even…】

The system could not say the worst possibility.

“I understand.”

Ning Ning’s response was terrifyingly calm.

He raised his other hand, his purple eyes devoid of hesitation. He glanced at the tray nearby, spotting a surgical knife gleaming coldly under the lights.

Gu Qingfeng’s pupils constricted. He instantly realized what Ning Ning intended to do, and the realization made his blood freeze.

“Ning Ning, you—”

He instinctively wanted to stop him, but the moment he met Ning Ning’s gaze, no words came out.

Those eyes…

No fear, no retreat—only the sorrowful, resolute calm of a god choosing self-sacrifice.

Before such eyes, any words of persuasion seemed pale and ridiculous.

Gu Qingfeng could only watch.

He watched Ning Ning pick up the cold surgical knife, and without hesitation, cut the tip of his pale, delicate index finger.

But the liquid that spilled was not ordinary red blood.

It was a droplet of soft, warm, golden liquid, glowing like liquid sunlight.

It radiated sacred, potent life energy, warming the entire sterile medical room.

Ning Ning lowered his head, gently, reverently bringing his bleeding fingertip to Xiao Lin’s cracked lips.

He looked at his pale face, voice soft like a sigh, yet holy as a vow.

“Xiao Lin, you said you’d always like me.”

“So… you’re not allowed to die.”

“I will use everything I have to bring you back.”

As his words fell, the golden divine blood slid down his fingertip silently, dripping into Xiao Lin’s lips.

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