After answering the women's questions, Song Qingshu used the One Yang Finger to strike several major acupoints on Dongfang Muxue's body. With the aid of his powerful internal energy, Dongfang Muxue finally stirred awake.
"You should know the state of your injuries yourself. You must be treated as soon as possible, or even immortals descending to earth won't be able to save you," Song Qingshu said as he poured internal energy into her.
Dongfang Muxue closed her eyes and carefully assessed her injuries. Before long, she gave a bitter smile. "The meridians in my body are completely wrecked. I'm afraid even immortals couldn't save me now."
Lan Fenghuang let out a mournful cry and dropped to her knees beside the bed. "Master, you mustn't lose hope. Young Master Song is here—he's an immortal." She had always revered Dongfang Muxue as someone beyond mortal reach. Since Dongfang Muxue said this, she was likely beyond saving. Their only hope now lay with Song Qingshu.
"Fenghuang, human strength has its limits. Don't force things too much." Dongfang Muxue reached out and stroked Lan Fenghuang's head, her gaze full of affection. Yet even such a simple motion made her cough violently under the weight of her injuries.
Song Qingshu wore an odd expression. What exactly was the relationship between Dongfang Muxue and Lan Fenghuang? Why did it feel like there was a stink of romance in the air? Dongfang Muxue truly was ahead of her time, and Lan Fenghuang was utterly devoted to her.
Seeing Lan Fenghuang cling to Dongfang Muxue and sob, Zhao Min could not help coughing. "Brother Qingshu only said her injuries were serious. He never said she couldn't be saved. Why are you acting as though she's making her final arrangements?"
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