Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Who Is She?
Su Qinglan did not hold back. She poured everything into stabilizing the tiny life inside the female’s womb, gently wrapping her warmth around the fragile foetus until the faint pulse of life steadied from a flicker to a soft but stable glow.

Then she moved her energy through the female’s meridians, healing the internal injuries one by one, small tears, cold wounds, bruised bones, blocked breath. The chilling cold that had seeped into the female’s bones slowly melted.

The female’s skin, once pale as dying snow, slowly gained the faintest blush of life.

Her lips lost their blue tint.

Her breathing deepened, turning from fragile wisps to stable, soft exhales.

But still… she did not open her eyes.

Su Qinglan did not mind. She did not expect miracles in seconds. Healing this deeply required patience. She continued working, her energy flowing like a gentle flame, filling every cold, injured part of the female until she could no longer sense any immediate danger.

Behind her, Han Jue watched in stunned silence.

He had known Su Qinglan could heal.

But this… this was beyond anything he had ever seen.

His Lan Lan was glowing softly, her hair gently lifting in the invisible warmth around her, her expression calm despite the intensity of her energy.

She looked like a divine spirit blessing life into existence. A healer whose power was far beyond what anyone in the tribe ever imagined.

That realization hit him deeply that his Lan Lan was special.

His heart tightened, not with fear but with overwhelming emotion. He silently clenched his fists, unable to look away.

He would protect this ability of hers with his life. Even if the world tore itself apart, he would never let anyone know what she could do until she wanted.

Because Lan Lan trusted him enough to use her power in front of him.

And that trust was precious.

Just then, quick footsteps approached.

Hu Yan rushed in with a bowl of warm water, his expression still tense. Behind him, Rong Ye returned with her medicinal basket, breathing slightly fast from running.

Both froze when they saw the female’s faintly pink cheeks, the healthier color slowly spreading across her skin.

But neither of them dared ask how.

Su Qinglan did not stop.

She only gave firm instructions, her voice steady even though she was working nonstop.

“Hu Yan, go bring a fresh set of my clothes,” she said without looking up. “Ones I have never worn.”

Hu Yan blinked. “Your clothes? Why…”

“We have no shortage of hide,” she reminded him. “Hurry.”

He nodded and left again.

She turned to Rong Ye. “Boil all the herbs in this basket in water. Let it simmer until only half a bowl remains. Bring it back as soon as it is ready.”

Rong Ye did not question her either. He nodded quickly and ran out.

Only Han Jue remained.

He did not move from his place. He simply watched her, silently guarding her back, his expression a mix of worry, admiration, and helplessness.

Su Qinglan slowed her energy output, letting it settle gently inside the female until she was fully stable. When she felt certain the danger had passed, she finally pulled her hands back with a long exhale.

She looked at Han Jue.

He immediately leaned toward her, reading the fatigue in her shoulders.

“Lan Lan… you should rest,” he said, voice low, filled with concern.

She shook her head softly.

“I am fine,” she murmured. “Really.”

Then she hesitated before adding, “I need to change her clothes and clean her up. Go wait outside.”

Han Jue froze. Not because he did not want to obey.

But because the idea of leaving his pregnant female to do all this exhausting work alone made his chest ache painfully.

He opened his mouth, conflicted. “Lan Lan…” His voice dropped even lower. “Should I… call Lin Muyu? She can help. You should not do this much alone. You are…”

“Han Jue.” Her voice was gentle but firm. She looked at him with steady eyes.

“I can handle this. And… I do not want anyone else to know about her.”

Han Jue’s throat tightened. “Is it because…”

“Yes.” Her lips curved into a small smile. “I will explain later. But for now, trust me. I am not tired, and she needs privacy. Just wait outside. I will be done soon.”

She smiled again, a soft, reassuring smile that made his heart slowly loosen.

After a long moment, Han Jue finally nodded, though his steps toward the door were reluctant.

“Call me if you need even the smallest thing,” he murmured before stepping out.

Su Qinglan exhaled a deep, relieved breath.

Immediately, she grabbed the damp, torn clothes on the female’s body and carefully removed them. But the moment she touched the fabric, her eyes widened.

It was not hide.

It was cloth or something that looked like it. It was soft, smooth, thin and skillfully made, something that did not exist in this savage beast world.

Her heartbeat accelerated.

Where did this come from?

Who was this female?

Was there another like her?

But she forced her racing thoughts down.

This was not the time.

She carefully wiped the female’s cold skin, cleaning away every streak of mud. She washed her tangled hair thoroughly, removing every bit of dirt and wet soil. The hair was long, silky, strangely beautiful, another sign that she did not come from any tribe around here.

After washing her clean, Su Qinglan dried her completely and dressed her in the warm hide clothing Hu Yan had brought earlier, even if it hung loosely due to the female’s thin frame.

When she finally finished, she sat back and looked at the face lying silently before her.

So familiar.

A chill ran down her spine.

She swallowed once as countless questions ran inside her mind but without any solid answer.

What should she do, who would answer her? But suddenly she realised something and took a deep breath before deciding to call the system.

System… can you hear me?

She wanted to ask the system all of this or she would really not be able to sleep. Xuyu was her only hope.

System… who is she? Is she related to me? Or is she… the original owner?

Her heart started pounding faster.

Ridiculous thoughts flooded her mind all at once. What if this was the real owner of the body? What if she came back for revenge? What if the soul returned in another form? If she could transmigrate into someone else’s body…

Why could not the original soul come back?

Why could not she appear in front of her?

The more Su Qinglan thought, the darker her thoughts became. Her scalp tingled from fear, and all kinds of impossible yet terrifying theories exploded inside her mind.

Was she overthinking again? Probably.

But how could she not?

This female looked like her.

Her heart raced, and she grabbed her own head, her breathing turning uneven.

Oh heavens… what if I have angered the original owner…? What if she came back to chase me out…? What if she wants her life back and her husbands back?

Dammit… why was she behaving like the past… no this is a different world, should not all habits die.

When she was still in her apocalypse world she was just a loner with her overthinking ability at its peak.

Meanwhile, the system, who had been overworked for two days straight, fell completely silent. When he heard the nonsense theory of his host which was enough to write a novel.

“…”

Can he go back to offline… he really did not want to answer any of this shit.