She was just about to snap at him when the internal injury she had forcibly suppressed flared up again. A sharp pain seized her chest, and a sweet taste rose in her throat. She furrowed her brows in discomfort and let out a muffled groan.
"I told you not to get worked up so easily," Lin Xuan's voice rang out again, tinged with teasing concern. "You're still injured. Getting angry is bad for you—and it makes the pain worse."
"See? Now you're hurting."
Qin Hongmian's face instantly turned deathly pale. She bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to endure the pain. She had no time to argue with Lin Xuan now; instead, she focused inward and began examining her injuries.
When she did, she couldn't help but freeze.
She clearly remembered the old monk striking her in the chest with his palm. In that instant, she had felt as though the overwhelming force had shattered her heart meridian.
By all rights, an injury like that should have left her either dead or gravely wounded.
Yet now, though her internal organs still ached faintly and some of her meridians felt blocked, the most severely damaged—and most life-threatening—heart meridian was... completely intact!
It was merely weak, with no sign of any damage!
How was that possible?!
It was as if a peerless physician had used miraculous skill to mend her shattered heart meridian while she was unconscious.
Her internal injuries were still there, but what had once been a potentially fatal wound had become something she could recover from with a month or two of rest.
Utterly shocked and bewildered, she looked at Lin Xuan again.
There were only two people in the cave.
"Was it you... who saved me?" she asked, her voice full of disbelief.
In her