Our university was not far from First Hospital. We arrived before long and immediately sent Zhu Ling to the emergency room.
Since we were all medical students, Lu Feifei was also interning at First Hospital.
Almost immediately, we contacted the attending director on duty that day...
After examining Zhu Ling's condition, the director promptly gave her a fever-reducing injection and ordered blood tests.
He was completely baffled when he heard that Zhu Ling had exhaled orange mist that could burn.
Conventional medical treatment definitely could not solve Zhu Ling's problem.
Using medication to control her body temperature would only delay the deterioration of her condition.
The root cause should have been that orange mist.
I secretly opened my Heavenly Eye and observed Zhu Ling's condition. Her three yang fires were temporarily stable, but her yang energy was gradually diminishing.
There was no evil qi on her body, and I could not see any other issue.
I had absolutely no idea what was going on. My experience was still far too shallow...
Fortunately, Daoist Qingshan was still hospitalized here, and Mao Jing was on night watch duty.
I immediately called Mao Jing and asked them to come down and take a look at Zhu Ling's current condition.
"Hello!"
Mao Jing's aloof voice rang out.
I did not waste words and said directly:
"Mao Jing, please bring Daoist Qingshan to the emergency department immediately.
One of my classmates is in trouble. I can't make sense of it."
"Okay!"
The call ended.
At the same time, some of our classmates from earlier hurried over.
Li Xiaomin had already gone to pay the fees, and everyone was concerned about Zhu Ling.
The dozen or so classmates who had gone singing were all fairly close, and they did have some friendship between them.
"Director, what's