Ever since he climbed down from the iron bed and took his first step, Bai Zhi had vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
A chill of unknown origin rose from his feet and rapidly spread through his body.
At first, he thought it was merely an illusion caused by the room itself. But after taking a few steps, he realized the situation was far worse than he had imagined.
Pale blue ice crystals materialized out of thin air and spread over his body, freezing his feet firmly to the floor.
As a so-called patient who had, for some unknown reason, been tightly bound to an iron bed, all he had on him was a blue-and-white Patient Uniform. He had no shoes or anything of the sort, so he had been walking barefoot earlier.
The traces of blood amid the pale blue were none other than the blood leaking from his frost-cracked vessels.
As time passed, his condition worsened. In just a few seconds, pale blue ice crystals slowly grew from all over his body, swiftly corroding and covering every corner of him, while the temperature around him plummeted.
Pain, numbness, a bone-piercing chill that made his entire body feel as if it were being stabbed by thousands of steel Needles...
In less than a few seconds, Bai Zhi discovered that a thin layer of pale blue ice crystals had formed over his body. The source of the chill was not external—it seemed to come from within him. There was simply no way to suppress it, much less prevent it.
"Critically ill... so that's what it means?"
Feeling the changes in his body, Bai Zhi's expression shifted slightly.
—He was sick, and seriously so.
Even the strongest fortress could collapse easily from within. Although his current physical attributes far surpassed those