At those words, my face instantly darkened.
"Not good?"
Zhang Yuchen nodded.
"Yeah! Daoist Qingshan is at First Hospital, but I heard Pan Ling and Brother Mao say during the day that his Three Fires are unstable.
"The hospital's diagnosis reported extensive internal bleeding.
"Senior Song is in the same condition. His Three Fires are unstable as well, and he also has extensive internal bleeding."
Naturally, I knew that internal bleeding was the most dangerous.
Internal bleeding generally meant internal injuries, which were far more serious than external wounds.
And judging from the battle on Black Stone Peak, Master and Daoist Qingshan might have injured all their internal organs.
"Which ward is my master in? I want to go see him."
After saying that, I forced myself to sit up despite the pain.
Seeing me like this, Zhang Yuchen did not try to stop me.
He endured the pain and got up as well.
"Let's go. He's in the last ward."
"You don't need to come. I'll go take a look by myself!"
"It's fine. I've been awake for two days already, and my injuries are the lightest."
After saying that, Zhang Yuchen came over and helped me up.
Judging by his mental state, Zhang Yuchen really did not seem to have any major issues.
With the medicinal power of half a Life-Preserving Pill as a foundation, his broken ribs should recover quickly.
He supported me as I walked barefoot out of the ward.
The hospital ward was exceptionally quiet late at night, and the corridor was thick with yin energy.
Every now and then, I could feel waves of ghostly energy drifting past.
Such things were nothing unusual in a hospital, so neither of us paid them any mind.
Zhang Yuchen supported me to the last ward.
Just as