Qi Yanxin was anxious that if they did not get new medicine in time, Xu Zhi's condition might worsen. She also worried that suddenly stopping the medication might have adverse effects.
This was actually easy to solve.
Sitting in her wheelchair, Xu Zhi slightly raised her right hand and gathered a trace of Lamp-attribute supernatural energy at her fingertips. She then tapped the back of Qi Yanxin's hand resting on the table. When Qi Yanxin turned toward her, drawn by the movement, Xu Zhi gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Sister. I have a way."
For some reason, at that moment, Qi Yanxin felt that the frail child she had picked out of a trash bin had suddenly become composed.
She tried to stay calm. Her mind, which had been running wild until now, settled down somewhat. Perhaps Xu Zhi's expression and tone were simply too dependable.
But what could a patient like her possibly do?
Seemingly noticing Qi Yanxin's disbelief, Xu Zhi did not get angry. She merely said slowly, "My supernatural abilities have recovered."
"..."
However, Qi Yanxin did not show the delight Xu Zhi had expected. After hearing the news, she froze for a moment, then forced out a smile. It was an ugly one, utterly unsuited to that gentle-looking face—far too bitter. The disappointment in her expression was unmistakable.
Xu Zhi hesitated at first, unable to understand why Qi Yanxin was reacting like this. But when she noticed how Qi Yanxin's previously relaxed body language had immediately turned restrained after hearing her words, she understood.
In this world, there was a barrier between supernatural beings and scavengers at the bottom of society. Xu Zhi might not understand the immense gulf in status between them, like an uncrossable chasm, but Qi Yanxin understood it all too