In the hospital room.
Holy Spirit Douluo's Soul Power surged around her, and four pairs of pure white wings slowly unfurled behind her. Every feather shimmered with a pearly white radiance, making her seem like a god descending upon the mortal world.
With a thought from her, pale golden healing light poured down from between her wings like warm, nourishing rain, completely enveloping Xu Lizhi on the hospital bed.
This was the supreme healing power of the Prayer Angel Martial Soul, containing an endless aura of life.
Visible to the naked eye, the bruising and swelling on Xu Lizhi's cheeks from the battle faded at an astonishing speed, while his slightly pale complexion gradually regained its rosy color.
In less than ten seconds, the chubby face that had looked somewhat disheveled from his injuries completely returned to its usual roundness. Even his breathing became steadier and stronger.
Tang Wulin slowly walked over to Ye Xinglan. Seeing that she had kept her head lowered and that the blush on her cheeks had yet to fade, he could not help showing concern as he softly asked, "Xinglan, why is your face so red? Are you worried about Lizhi and haven't rested well?"
Hearing this, Ye Xinglan's heart abruptly skipped a beat. As though someone had exposed her innermost thoughts, she hurriedly lowered her head, tightly clutching the hem of her clothes with her fingers. Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. "No, no. Maybe it's because the doors and windows in the Treatment Room are all closed. It's a little stuffy..."
There was a faint tremor in her voice, and even she felt that excuse was far too forced—after Holy Spirit Douluo had released her healing light, the air in the room had long become fresh from the flow of