The plane landed on the hospital's rooftop helipad.
Amid the roar of the engines, the group disembarked.
People had long been waiting there. Once they saw them come down, they led them toward an intensive care unit.
"Teacher, you've only been gone a few days, and you're back already?"
The moment he saw Elder Hua, Ye Yuan teased him.
"I didn't expect it either!
But I couldn't exactly ignore the Zhao boy's family troubles, could I?"
When master and disciple met, there was no tension between them. Instead, they joked with each other.
"How is she?"
Through the glass window before him, Ye Yuan saw Zhao Ximin lying unconscious on the hospital bed in the distance.
At this moment, Zhao Ximin had lost her usual spoiled arrogance.
In its place was a bloodless pallor.
Her entire body looked utterly haggard.
Ye Yuan had not expected Zhao Ximin to end up like this after barely a dozen hours.
"Put this on and go in to check her pulse. Maybe you'll notice something, kid!"
Just as Ye Yuan was still observing Zhao Ximin, Elder Hua's voice came from behind him.
Turning around, he saw Elder Hua holding an isolation suit and gesturing for him to put it on.
"Is that really necessary?"
Ye Yuan was amused by Elder Hua's exaggerated precautions.
"It's better to be careful. We can't be certain whether mental toxins can spread through means we don't understand.
This is my first time encountering this kind of toxin, so there's no such thing as being too cautious."
Elder Hua spoke with great seriousness.
Ye Yuan was noncommittal about his words.
Because just moments ago.
Through his perception, he had already briefly examined Zhao Ximin's condition.
He had not found the mental toxin Elder Hua had mentioned.
Instead, he had discovered