RYEY -Chapter 433 Li Huan Turns Into a Woman

That very night, the heated brick bed (kang) was finished. However, a newly built kang couldn’t be slept on right away—it had to be baked with fire first. Only after it had set firmly could people sleep on it.

Cheng Qiao didn’t know whether Hu Lata would come back that night. Even if he did, they’d have to squeeze in. Xiao Dan moved the original bed from the dorm to the living room opposite—this was for Cheng Liguo and Cheng Li to sleep on.

After the bedroom door was closed, the grandfather and grandson finally went to sleep, both burdened with worries. Fortunately, they had taken a week off and could still stay with their daughter and son-in-law for a couple more days.

Cheng Qiao tugged the cord in the middle of the room. The light came on. The yellow glow cast a hazy veil over the entire room, making Li Huan on the bed look even more alluring.

“Li Huan, something feels off about this poison. Why do you look more and more like a woman?”

Cheng Qiao felt a bit regretful about the Japanese man she had poisoned before. She hadn’t seen how he died and didn’t know whether that guy had also become increasingly alluring.

Li Huan’s heart skipped a beat. Ever since he was poisoned, he indeed had no desire in that regard anymore—things had definitely not been like this before.

His thoughts went in that direction, and he soon realized that he had indeed temporarily lost that function. Anxiety surged in his heart.

“Qiao, I think I’m… not working anymore…”

“What do you mean not working? Ah… no way…”

Cheng Qiao also grew anxious. If this poison could turn a man into a woman, that would be utterly terrifying.

“Qiao, am I ruined? I… what am I supposed to do in the future?”

Li Huan was thinking the same thing. If he really turned into a woman, what would happen to Cheng Qiao? What about the children?

At this moment, Li Huan’s whole face drooped, all his vitality seeming to be sucked away by an invisible pump. He even had thoughts that living like this might be worse than dying.

“Shh… Cheng Li and Dad are still outside.”

Seeing Li Huan getting worked up, Cheng Qiao quickly pointed toward the door. Her father and son were still outside. Li Huan glanced over, but his mood was utterly dejected.

“Li Huan, I think you should continue cultivating using that booklet Uncle Lata gave you. Every movement in it has meaning. Maybe this is the necessary path for converting the poison in your body into an ability.”

“Wife, if I can convert the poison in my body into an ability, can I return to normal?”

Cheng Qiao didn’t know how to answer. These were problems that required countless experiments to verify. She truly couldn’t give a correct answer—everything would have to wait until the dust settled.

Seeing Cheng Qiao fall silent, Li Huan didn’t dwell on it. He opened the thin booklet, looked at the third meditation posture, and began to cultivate.

No matter what, he had to give it his all—strive to rid himself of the cold poison in his body as soon as possible. Even if he failed, he could at least provide Cheng Qiao with another set of data for research.

Seeing that Li Huan could already control his emotions and enter meditation, Cheng Qiao flashed into the space. She walked up to Little Red Head and reached out to touch the fleshy tumor, which seemed to have grown a bit larger.

Little Red Head didn’t move, like a snake frozen stiff. A layer of white frost had already formed on its body. The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree swayed its trunk and communicated with Cheng Qiao.

After learning that Little Red Head wouldn’t awaken for three to five years, Cheng Qiao felt a bit desperate. She had been hoping it could soon absorb the cold poison from Li Huan’s body. She hadn’t expected Little Red Head’s absorption rate to be so slow.

Three days later, Li Huan finally returned to his own dormitory. Lying on the warmly heated kang, he felt much more comfortable overall.

Seeing that Li Huan seemed to have stabilized, Cheng Liguo was reluctant to leave. But Minqin still needed him, and Cheng Li also had to return to school.

Both Xiao Dan and Qin Guoqing wanted to see Cheng Liguo off. In the end, Qin Guoqing won—on one hand, they were relatives; on the other, Xiao Dan no longer had any leave.

Hu Lata still hadn’t returned. But even without him, life went on day by day. Every day, Li Huan either soaked in baths or meditated. The cold poison in his body seemed to be gradually decreasing.

As time passed, his baths decreased from five or six times a day to two or three times, while his meditation time increased from two or three hours a day to more than ten. Cheng Qiao finally had time to go back to school.

School had long since officially started. This time, aside from several dozen students from the capital attending different grades, Dean Shen Sanleng had only recruited first-year freshmen.

Seeing five or six classrooms filled with students, Cheng Qiao felt much more at ease. Through the efforts of several of them, the school had finally opened.

If not for Shen Sanleng controlling enrollment and selecting students strictly, the line of applicants would probably have stretched all the way to the school gate. The most urgent task now was to build the planned dormitories and cafeteria—they couldn’t keep occupying the garrison’s land forever.

“Cheng Qiao! Cheng Qiao! Over here!”

Hearing someone call her, Cheng Qiao turned around. Shen Ying was already striding toward her. Cheng Qiao hurried over as well.

Cheng Qiao had left before winter break last year. By calculation, the two hadn’t seen each other for nearly three months. With a New Year in between, it was practically a year apart.

Shen Ying carefully examined Cheng Qiao’s complexion. Though her color hadn’t changed much, her eyes looked tired. Shen Ying quickly took her hand and comforted her. Everyone at the school knew that Cheng Qiao’s husband was ill—and that it was an incurable disease.

In fact, upon hearing that Cheng Qiao had returned, Shen Ying had wanted to visit her long ago. But it was the start of the school term, and the place where Cheng Qiao lived was under martial law—she simply couldn’t get in.

“Cheng Qiao, how is your husband now? My grandfather keeps saying he wants to take a look, but he doesn’t dare. Even Doctor Ye can’t cure it—he says he probably can’t either.”

Cheng Qiao quickly expressed her thanks and told Shen Ying that Li Huan’s condition was improving. She could formally resume teaching, but Liangzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine still hadn’t found a teacher for fourth-year students, so Shen Sanleng would have to teach them personally.

“Come on, my grandpa is in the office. He doesn’t even know you’re here today.”

The two walked together to the dean’s office. But when they entered, they couldn’t help but freeze. Uncle Niu sat in a corner with an extremely unpleasant expression, while Xiao Dan and a middle-aged man both looked at Shen Sanleng with anticipation.

“Cheng Qiao, you’re here. How are you? How is your husband?”

“Hello, Teacher Shen. I’m doing okay, and Li Huan is recovering as well. Thank you for your concern.”

“You came at just the right time. Xiao Dan says his elder brother has lost part of his memory and no longer recognizes his own biological father. See if there’s any way you can help him recover his memories.”

Cheng Qiao glanced at Uncle Niu. When Uncle Niu saw Cheng Qiao appear, it was as if he’d seen a savior. He immediately pulled a long face and anxiously poured out his worries, speaking incoherently.

It turned out that Guoqing had helped Xiao Dan call home, asking Xiao Dan’s father and elder brother to come to the garrison to collect bear paws. After finishing their work at home, the two had hurried over excitedly.