Since he was injured and couldn't go anywhere, Su Yuan ended up spending the rest of the day in the Bubu Pharmacy's hospital room.
He also came to deeply understand why everyone in Liyue said that Doctor Baizhu's medical skills were top-notch and his prescriptions were highly effective—except they were incredibly bitter...
Without a bit of courage and determination, it was honestly hard to swallow them.
But as the saying goes, "Good medicine tastes bitter but benefits the illness."
As long as it could help his injuries heal faster, a little bitterness wasn't really a big deal…
And just like that, the day passed uneventfully.
In truth, Su Yuan wished every day could pass like this—without casualties, just peacefully making it through each night and gaining more information and clues.
Before bedtime, Baizhu came to Su Yuan's hospital room for one last check-up.
After examining Su Yuan's wounds, Baizhu spoke:
"Su Yuan, has anyone ever told you that your physique is a little… unusual?"
"They have, yeah. Why do you ask?" Su Yuan replied.
"Hmm, I thought so. Your body's recovery ability is far beyond that of ordinary people… it's almost inhuman."
"You've clearly sustained some pretty serious injuries, and yet I feel like you'll be ready to leave the hospital by tomorrow."
"People who come to Teyvat from beyond this world really are something else."
With a sigh of amazement, Baizhu prepared to leave the room.
"Su Yuan, get a good rest tonight. I won't disturb you any further."
After Baizhu left, Su Yuan thought to himself that he didn't have anything else to do, so he might as well get some sleep!
Su Yuan felt that he generally slept quite well — no matter what, he could usually drift off without much trouble...
..............
The sun rose as usual the next day.
Bathed in the warmth of its rays, Su Yuan slowly opened his eyes...
He moved his wrist a little and touched his abdomen — it really did feel nearly healed…
The stinging pain in the center of his right palm also indicated that he had received a new intel prompt.
Su Yuan sat up in bed, raised his right hand, and looked at his palm:
[First of all, congratulations on surviving the ninth night]
[Skipped]
[Currently available intel]
[28. In the presence of Morax, you must follow the contract]
Su Yuan nodded.
The first rule intel was simple and brief, yet contained very important information...
Looking at it this way, the condition for Zhongli's eerie state was pretty much what he had guessed before?
After all, as the God of Contracts, it was only natural that he would place great importance on contracts...
Su Yuan didn't linger on the thought and continued reading:
[29. Find a way to obtain the power of the Geo Dragon Sovereign— even a fleeting experience is enough]
The power of the Geo Dragon Sovereign?
Su Yuan looked at this intel with some confusion.
If it referred to the Geo Dragon Sovereign of Liyue, then it likely meant Azhdaha — the one sealed beneath the Dragon-Queller Tree by Morax.
But why did he need to obtain the power of the Geo Dragon Sovereign?
Was it to strengthen himself?
Even if his elemental power was enhanced, it still wouldn't be enough to stand against the eerie power...
Besides, it wasn't like he could permanently obtain Azhdaha's power — unless Azhdaha, like Neuvillette, was willing to share half of his ancient dragon's blood with him...
But even if Azhdaha were willing to do that, Su Yuan would definitely refuse.
That would just be too inappropriate.
Azhdaha wasn't bound to him by any sort of agreement, and for him to just show up and demand half of the dragon's precious blood — that would make him no different from a bandit, no better than those Treasure Hoarders.
However, the rule did say — even a fleeting moment would be enough...
Though Su Yuan still had no idea what practical benefit that would bring, maybe he could talk it over with Morax and Azhdaha — perhaps ask to borrow just a tiny amount of blood, just enough to feel the power of the Geo Dragon?
He wasn't sure about Azhdaha's current state, though — sealed beneath the Dragon-Queller Tree, was his consciousness still intact?
Had it been worn away by time or erosion?
Would they even be able to communicate properly?
As Su Yuan pondered these questions, he continued reading.
If things went as usual, the next entry should be a so-called critical intel message...
He was curious what kind of heavy-hitting information it would be this time.
But when he saw the so-called critical intel, he was dumbfounded.
Written in the center of his right palm was:
[30. Critical Intel: Do not easily trust the words written in your left palm]
Su Yuan was completely speechless.
He didn't even know how to react...
This kind of trivial nonsense actually took up the slot for a critical intel message?
Seriously? Were his left and right hands at odds with each other now?
The left hand says not to trust the right hand, and now the right hand says not to trust the left...
Although Su Yuan had long suspected that the intel on his left and right palms came from two completely different information systems — and the one from the right hand seemed to be of a higher tier...
The messages in the left palm were more immediate and down-to-earth, having helped him out of many urgent situations.
The right palm's intel, on the other hand, had this aloof, almost superior vibe — but it was more stable and tended to be highly accurate.
Still, there was one thing that bothered him about the right hand's messages: they loved playing word games with him, as if they were watching and enjoying his embarrassment and awkwardness.
Su Yuan had long harbored a suspicion — a kind of intuition — that the messages on his left palm felt like something his past self had written to him...
Whereas the ones on his right palm seemed like they were written by a Creator, a lofty deity looking down from above...
But no matter the case, both sets of intel had provided him with irreplaceable help.
To absolutely trust one and abandon the other? Impossible!
This kind of matter had to be viewed dialectically.
Firm in his belief, Su Yuan continued reading, wanting to see how many extra rewind chances he had received today:
[Special Intel: You have received extra rewind chances: 0 times]
[Current available rewind count: 0.6 times]
[31. New intel will be unlocked after surviving the eleventh night]
Ah? Zero times?
Su Yuan had thought that even if he hadn't done much yesterday, it wouldn't be zero.
He believed that yesterday's 0.1 extra rewind chance was already the limit, but today someone actually gave him a complete zero!
So what exactly was different between yesterday and the day before?
What were the conditions for increasing his death rewind chances?
Su Yuan sighed lightly.
Oh well, ever since that incident happened, he couldn't keep relying on the death rewind ability anyway…
After that, Su Yuan got out of bed and left his hospital room.
He couldn't stay in the Bubu pharmacy recovering forever.
Since his injuries were almost healed, it was time to leave and continue searching for Old man Zhongli…
After all, Old man Zhongli was Liyue's strongest fighter.
He had to prevent him from falling into the state of eerie, or else the consequences might be irreparable!
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