Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

”A healer heals people, heals nations, heals worlds. This herb collection has long been etched in my mind. Continuing to keep it in my hands would make it lose its value.”

Upon hearing Xu Xingguang’s answer, Ye Mingluo’s gaze showed even more respect towards Xu Xingguang. ”Master is younger than me, but Master’s vision far exceeds mine. If it were me, I couldn’t reach Master’s level.”

He’s an ordinary man.

Perhaps he would be willing to contribute his efforts to all humankind, but not for free. He would set a price that satisfies both parties.

”I don’t require you to be like me.” Xu Xingguang has lived through many lifetimes. She still loves money and fears death, but she views some things more lightly. ”You only need to learn medicine well. When you encounter people you can save, give it your all, and that will be enough.”

”Remember,” Xu Xingguang gazed at Ye Mingluo’s broad hands, capable of holding life and death, and said, ”A knife can kill or save people, but a healer’s knife can only save.”

Ye Mingluo solemnly nodded. He said, ”Master, rest assured. Though I am an ordinary man, I still hold basic moral standards.”

”Hmm.”

Only then did Ye Mingluo cherish the book as if he’d found a treasure and left.

As soon as he left, an extremely hoarse male voice sounded in the ward, ”Was Medicine Farmer Star your former name?”

Xu Xingguang was slightly stunned.

When she looked up, she saw the man on the bed had opened his eyes at some unknown time.

Clearly, Huo Wen’an also heard her teachings to Ye Mingluo just now. ”Since you’re awake, you won’t die now.” Xu Xingguang stood up and walked to the bedside, touched Huo Wen’an’s lips, and said, ”Congratulations on your rebirth.”

Huo Wen’an was silent, examining Xu Xingguang with an incredulous gaze.

Though ill, he was fully conscious throughout and still remembered the black steel monster he fought against.

The steel mecha has appeared in countless movies and technology exhibitions, but with current technology, it has not yet been developed to the point where it can appear out of thin air, hide at will, and be controlled for combat.

Xu Xingguang’s combat mecha apparently had a special origin.

Even Xu Xingguang herself was full of mysteries.

Trusting one’s beloved is right, but when the beloved voluntarily shows her doubts, Huo Wen’an couldn’t play dumb.

Staring at the overly young face of Xu Xingguang, Huo Wen’an boldly guessed the truth: ”Xingguang, could it be that you’ve been possessed by otherworldly beings?”

Xu Xingguang was once a vegetative person; possession was the most absurd yet possible explanation Huo Wen’an could think of.

Before Xu Xingguang could respond, Huo Wen’an added, ”In this world, do there really exist other advanced civilizations beyond humans?” He suspected that the combat mecha came from other advanced civilizations.

”Xingguang, in another world, were you called Medicine Farmer Star?”

Huo Wen’an held too many questions in his heart.

Xu Xingguang covered Huo Wen’an’s incessantly speaking lips, warning him: ”Your voice is terribly hoarse. Forcing to speak with torn vocal cords risks losing your voice completely.”

Huo Wen’an fell silent, but his eyes remained fixed on Xu Xingguang without blinking.

Today, he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Since Xu Xingguang had already exposed the existence of Eagle Sparrow to Huo Wen’an, she had no intention of concealing it further. ”What do you think I am? A reincarnator? Possessed? Or perhaps an experimenter left in this world by an advanced civilization?”

Sure enough, Huo Wen’an blinked gently, indicating Xu Xingguang had guessed all his thoughts.

Xu Xingguang found it amusing. She shook her head and told Huo Wen’an, ”None of those.”

Huo Wen’an frowned.

Xu Xingguang circled around the bed, lying down on the other side, next to Huo Wen’an’s right hand.

Their heads rested against each other, close enough to hear each other’s breathing.

Xu Xingguang first asked Huo Wen’an a question: ”Do you believe the soul truly exists?”

Huo Wen’an’s pupils slightly enlarged; he neither nodded nor shook his head.

Honestly, he didn’t believe in such mystical things.

But since Xu Xingguang brought it up, evidently, it truly existed.

Huo Wen’an remained quiet, as Xu Xingguang’s voice smoothly narrated beside his ear, ”I am Xu Xingguang, but not the 22-year-old Xu Xingguang. I am the Xu Xingguang whose soul has been continuously reincarnating in other worlds, living multiple lives.”

”As a soul transmigrator, I haven’t obtained any protagonist-style cheat from fantasy novels. In each life, I must start from zero.”