At first, Xu Zhi had paid no attention to the matter of "skipping work." It sounded completely unrelated to her—until Qi Yanxin came home from work the next day with a troubled expression. Over the following several days, her demeanor grew increasingly strange, even faintly fearful.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zhi asked, lifting a cup of water with her right hand.
Though he was an unlicensed back-alley doctor, Doctor Zhuang's medicine was indeed effective. After taking medicine like food for several days, she still could not get out of bed and walk, but at least her hands no longer shook as though they would snap apart at any moment when she held a towel or cup.
With another ten days or half a month of rest, getting out of bed and walking should not be a problem.
However, while her physical injuries were slowly recovering, there was still no progress on the supernatural front. Whenever she tried to absorb the free-floating supernatural elements in the air, the meridians in her body would ache as if being sliced by blades. The tiny bit of supernatural power she absorbed would vanish in an instant, as though an invisible black hole inside her were devouring all supernatural energy that entered her body.
Little Aberration's seed had not shown any movement either. Xu Zhi wanted to feed it some of her own blood to see whether it would work, but after what had happened at the clinic, she did not dare casually cut open her hand to feed it blood.
She just did not know where her knife had gone. Qi Yanxin probably had not picked it up. She had a special connection with that knife; if it were nearby, she should have been able to sense it.
Had it ended up somewhere else?
Or