"See? I told you there was nothing to worry about."
When Mr. and Mrs. Wenlos rushed over without a thought for their own safety, Fu Qian didn't stop them. He simply sent another beam of moonlight blasting Olyntel away, then ended Meditative Hesitation.
His final move was to give the patient's family a slight nod, presenting Miss Wenlos lying at his feet.
Not a trace of anything strange remained on her, and her face looked lifelike—at least, that was how Fu Qian imagined the patient's family saw her.
The lighting was simply too poor. These ordinary mortals clearly couldn't make out any more details.
So when he let go, Fu Qian casually gave her a flick on the forehead as well.
Miss Jian's body gave a twitch, and she slowly woke. The frost on the faces of her two family members melted in an instant.
"Jian's all right? Then what were you doing just now...?"
But it clearly hadn't dispelled their doubts. Mr. Wenlos asked the question with a complicated expression.
"Physicians take pride in treating those who aren't ill."
Unfortunately, the expert's answer seemed to go over his head, and he no longer had a chance to ask anything else.
"Who are you, really?"
Though battered and bruised, Olyntel made his presence felt before he even arrived.
Whatever the case, the unharmed Jian before them clearly refuted their earlier assumptions about the other man's intentions.
And the dazzling, bewildering scene they had just witnessed was impossible to erase from their minds.
"Moonlight Burns Like Frost, the only light to pierce the veil; but you need not fear the darkness, for it has always been there."
Unfortunately, the reply was still full of the usual fortune-teller nonsense.
"And now, unlike you, who follow the Shepherd onward, my eyes have opened."