Part Three: A Promise Between Doctor and Patient
“Some promises are written on paper.
Others are written inside the heart.”
Yu Mingyue wandered through the Lu residence with her medical report clutched proudly against her chest.
Every servant she passed smiled warmly.
She greeted every one of them.
“Good afternoon, Auntie Chen!”
“Hello, Uncle Wang!”
“I’m healthy now!”
“…”
The servants laughed helplessly.
“…Yes, Miss.”
“We know.”
“But…”
“…Congratulations.”
Yu Mingyue grinned.
“…Thank you.”
She looked ridiculously happy.
Almost as though she’d won first place in a competition.
…
Meanwhile…
Inside the medical room.
Gu Mingzhe carefully placed the reports into a brand-new folder.
On the cover, he wrote only one name.
Yu Mingyue.
He stared at it quietly.
Then…
He opened a nearby cabinet.
Inside were dozens of thick medical files.
Every one of them belonged to Yu Mingyue.
Age six.
Age seven.
Age eight.
Hospital admissions.
Operations.
Emergency rescues.
Critical care.
Countless pages.
Countless nights.
He slowly reached out.
His fingertips brushed across the oldest file.
For years…
These records had represented everything he could not change.
Today…
He gently closed the cabinet.
Not because he wanted to forget.
But because…
He no longer needed to live inside those memories.
The cabinet door clicked shut.
A quiet ending.
To eight years of regret.
…
Outside.
Yu Mingyue sat beneath the old maple tree.
The one that had shaded her throughout her childhood.
She opened her medical report.
Every line looked complicated.
She frowned.
“…”
“…I can’t understand any of this.”
Xiao Bai peeked over her shoulder.
“I can.”
“…Really?”
“No.”
“…”
“…Then why did you sound so confident?”
“I wished to appear knowledgeable.”
“…Little Potato.”
Xiao Bai gasped.
“…Host!”
“You promised not to call me that anymore!”
“I promised no such thing.”
“I distinctly remember an agreement!”
Yu Mingyue burst into laughter.
“You imagined it.”
“…You’re bullying a system!”
“I’m educating one.”
“Those are completely different things!”
“They’re very similar.”
Xiao Bai crossed his tiny arms.
“I shall file a complaint with the Main God Space.”
Yu Mingyue leaned closer.
“…And tell them what?”
“…”
“…”
“…That my Host keeps giving me embarrassing nicknames.”
Yu Mingyue nodded seriously.
“I support your courage.”
“…Really?”
“But first…”
She held up the report.
“…Help me read this.”
Xiao Bai immediately forgot about the complaint.
He puffed out his tiny chest.
“Leave it to me.”
He flew onto the report, pointing proudly at the first line.
“Heart.”
Yu Mingyue nodded.
“…Mm.”
“Healthy.”
“…Mm.”
“Blood.”
“…Mm.”
“Healthy.”
“…Mm.”
“Lungs.”
“…Mm.”
“Healthy.”
“…Mm.”
He reached the final page.
Then dramatically cleared his throat.
“Conclusion.”
Yu Mingyue leaned forward expectantly.
Xiao Bai raised one tiny finger.
Then declared in his most dignified voice—
“Host.”
“Congratulations.”
“You are officially…
a perfectly normal human.”
Silence.
Yu Mingyue blinked.
“…”
“…Really?”
“Really.”
She lowered her eyes.
Looking once more at the report.
Then…
At her own hands.
A slow smile spread across her face.
Not bright.
Not playful.
Just…
Peaceful.
“…Normal…”
She whispered the word softly.
As though tasting it for the first time.
For eighteen years…
She had wanted nothing extraordinary.
She hadn’t wished to become powerful.
Or famous.
Or special.
She had only wished…
To become normal.
Today…
That wish had finally come true.
She hugged the report tightly against her chest.
“…Thank you.”
Xiao Bai tilted his head.
“…For what?”
Yu Mingyue looked up at the blue sky.
“…For giving me…”
“…an ordinary future.”
Xiao Bai looked at her quietly.
Then smiled.
Not because of the mission he was supposed to guide her through.
Not because of whatever grand responsibility he had been told to carry.
Simply because…
His Host was smiling.
And somehow…
That felt more important than any mission he could have been given.
Far away…
Standing inside the study on the second floor…
Lu Yanxi watched the girl sitting beneath the maple tree.
She was talking to empty air.
Laughing by herself.
Smiling brightly.
Anyone else would think she looked a little strange.
But…
He knew.
For the first time in years…
She was simply enjoying being alive.
He quietly closed the curtains.
Not to hide her.
But to give her a little more privacy.
Some happiness…
Didn’t need an audience.