Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain

Chapter 2687: Chapter 2686: Mortal Love, Love for the Mortal World!

In the few days that Lin Dong spent with his mother, the house was filled with long-lost warmth and laughter. Sunshine poured through the sparse clouds, adding a touch of warmth to this peaceful village.

On this day, when a dazzling red Ferrari slowly drove into the village, it broke the usual tranquility, drawing the villagers’ attention.

Lin Dong was in the courtyard with his mother, arranging freshly picked vegetables when he heard the commotion. He looked up, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

From that luxurious sports car, five graceful women stepped down; they were the ones he held dear in his heart: Bai Jue, Qiao Bing, Li Qingcheng, Tang Mu, and Qingye Piaoxue.

They were dressed fashionably yet gracefully, creating a striking contrast with the rustic village scenery, yet inexplicably harmonious.

Especially Bai Jue, whose lower abdomen slightly protruded, was radiating maternal glow on her face, adding a touch of gentleness.

Lin Dong hastily put down his work and quickly walked up to them, his heart filled with indescribable joy.

"Why are you here? You didn’t even give me a heads-up, so I could pick you up."

His tone was a mix of surprise and reproach.

Qiao Bing playfully smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief: "Of course, we wanted to give granny a surprise. We haven’t met granny yet. Lin Dong, take us to see granny quickly."

As they were speaking, Lin Dong’s mother came out of the house upon hearing the voices. Her face was adorned with a gentle smile, and her eyes were filled with affection.

Seeing this, the five women immediately lined up neatly and bowed, their voices crisp and pleasant: "Bai Jue (Qiao Bing, Li Qingcheng, Tang Mu, Qingye Piaoxue), meeting granny."

Looking at the five stunning women before her, Lin Dong’s mother’s heart was stirred with unspeakable emotion.

She gazed at them tenderly, her voice soft and filled with emotion: "My Dong’er, what kind of virtues or abilities does he have to receive such blessings, to have all five of you exquisite women. It truly is the heavens’ favor to our Lin family."

Saying this, she warmly invited everyone: "Come, come, come, come in quickly. I’m going to make you some sugar cakes, it’s our family’s traditional craft, hope you will like it."

The five women exchanged smiles, their eyes full of anticipation and gratitude.

They followed behind Lin Dong’s mother, walking into that small house filled with the scent of home.

Inside the house, a faint aroma filled the air, which was the warmth of a home and the taste of love.

Lin Dong stood to the side, watching this scene, his heart overflowing with an unprecedented sense of happiness.

And as Lin Dong’s mother busily moved through the kitchen, the five women gathered around, either helping or chatting, filling the space with constant laughter.

In this tiny space, love and happiness, like the sugar cakes being cooked, spread out sweetly and warmly, warming each person’s heart.

The sugar cakes were soon ready, with finely sprinkled sugar crystals on the golden-yellow surface, emitting an enticingly sweet fragrance.

The family sat around the table, enjoying this traditional, warm delicacy, with blissful smiles on each face.

Lin Dong gently took a bite of the sugar cake in his hand, and the familiar taste instantly awakened the memories deeply buried in his heart.

It was as if he traveled back in time to that freezing winter, the year when their province suffered a rare ice disaster, prompting an early school holiday.

From the town school to their village, there was a mountainous path of ten miles.

That day, Lin Dong set off home with expectations, not anticipating an accident creeping up on him.

The icy and snowy mountain path became treacherously slippery, and with one slip, Lin Dong fell down a steep slope. With a painful scream, his leg was violently broken.

Helplessly lying on the snow-covered ground, everything around seemed frozen, with tree trunks and dead branches draped in silver, turning into ice sculptures. Lin Dong’s cries of pain felt so trivial in this cold world, as if being ruthlessly devoured.

He tried moving his body, but the broken leg rendered him immobile, leaving him in despair to lie there.

In the icy world, it was as if he was encased in an ice-prison, trapping him in the shackles of snow and ice. Soon it was dark, and he felt abandoned by the world.

At that moment, just a child, he was so afraid. That hopelessness, made him feel worse than death.

But in the middle of the night, a voice continuously called out. "Dong’er, Dong’er."

It was mother’s voice!

Mother found him, with a face slightly haggard from worry yet exceptionally resolute under the faint moonlight.

Without hesitation, she bent down, using all her strength to carry Lin Dong back home. Though her back was not broad, at that moment, it was the most solid support in Lin Dong’s heart.

Every step in the snow was extremely challenging, but mother never stopped. She panted heavily, yet her steps remained firm. Lying on her back, Lin Dong felt each heartbeat and breath of hers, filled with gratitude and guilt. He knew he caused her so much trouble and worry.

Looking back, the ice prison formed by ice sculptures remained, but it could no longer confine Lin Dong.

The darkness seemed like an invisible shackle, tightly binding them. But as long as mother was there, this shackle appeared so fragile.

With her love and courage, mother paved a path home for Lin Dong.

Finally, after a long trek, they walked out of the icy snowfield, returning to the warmth of their home.

The light at home, like warm sunshine, instantly dispelled the darkness and fear in Lin Dong’s heart.

At that moment, it was like being reborn, with all the pain and despair collapsing along with the shackles of darkness.

Mother gently placed him on the bed, then sat at the bedside, stroking his cheek.

"Dong’er, don’t be afraid, mother is here." Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a warm stream flowing into Lin Dong’s heart.

That night, she made him his favorite sugar cakes.

The aroma of sugar cakes spread throughout the room, instantly awakening Lin Dong’s taste buds.

He ate the sugar cakes voraciously, and every bite was full of his mother’s love and care. It was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten; the sweetness was not only a feast for the taste buds but also solace for the soul.

Mother sat beside him, watching him tenderly, occasionally speaking softly: "Dong’er, eat slowly. Don’t cry, you’re a grown man, a little setback shouldn’t make you cry."

Listening to his mother’s words, a warm flow surged through Lin Dong’s heart.

This memory, so vivid. But at this moment, as he watched his mom, and Bai Jue, Qiao Bing, Li Qingcheng, Qingye Piaoxue, Tang Mu, them all eating sugar cakes together, he always felt there was something he seemed to have forgotten.

"I seem to have forgotten some memories. And it’s memories about these sugar cakes."

...

He indeed, forgot some things.

In this space that captivated him, he forgot that after mother ’passed away’ back then, while organizing her belongings alone, he found tools for making sugar cakes.

He stared at those tools for a long time.

After a long time, he finally muttered a sentence.

"Sugar cakes, really delicious. I’ll never eat them again."

Later, he burned all those things at his mother’s grave.

But in this space, these memories are gone now. Those painful and hard memories seem to be slowly peeling away.

Here, he only has ’love and happiness.’