In that instant, everyone around the gurney staggered back in shock.
Orange mist was coming out of her mouth. It was far too bizarre.
Those from the same sect knew that the mist could ignite, and they all retreated a long way.
The director from First Hospital also widened his eyes and instinctively backed away.
"Senior Qingshan, this mist can ignite."
I hurriedly warned him. Such dense orange mist would be terrifying if it caught fire.
Senior Qingshan nodded and waved a hand.
In an instant, a fierce gust of energy swept out, churning the orange mist and dispersing it.
The two nurses nearby, one director, seven or eight classmates, and two patients who had come in late at night—
all stared at the scene in utter shock...
"Damn, does that old man have a fan installed in his hand?"
"Is that even possible?"
"..."
Amid the astonishment, Zhu Ling, who had been crying out in pain just moments ago, actually regained consciousness.
She was now gasping heavily.
"Miss, do you feel any better?"
Daoist Qingshan asked.
Zhu Ling answered instinctively:
"A little better. It's just... I feel really hot all over."
I immediately checked Zhu Ling's pulse as well. Her heart rate was still rather fast, but it was gradually slowing.
The scorching heat in her body was also clearly subsiding.
Daoist Qingshan truly deserved to be called a senior. I had been running around in a panic, not knowing how to handle it, and could only use a Soul-Settling Technique to anchor Zhu Ling's three souls and seven spirits, stabilizing her life soul.
Yet Daoist Qingshan resolved it in three seconds the moment he stepped in.
"Ah! Zhu Ling's temperature has gone down."
One of the students spoke up.
The others heard that and hurried over, touching Zhu