Li Ping'an felt that something was not quite right. He seemed to have become embroiled in some enormous trouble.
Though he had no evidence, he had reached that judgment intuitively, based on a few clues from everyday life.
This left Li Ping'an feeling deeply uneasy.
One night, he was strolling through the woods as usual.
On a hillside, he discovered a grapevine, its trellis laden with clusters of grapes beneath lush green leaves.
Li Ping'an could not resist picking a bunch. They were fragrant and sweet.
They filled his mouth with honeyed sweetness that seeped into his heart.
A sign stood before the grapevine, with a line of small writing on it.
This grapevine had an owner.
Li Ping'an left some Spirit Stones hanging from a branch of the grapevine.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something.
He swiftly leaped toward the bushes ahead. A black-robed figure lay on the distant hillside.
Lin Xue!
Dressed in a black robe, Lin Xue lay on the hillside.
A large bloodstain covered her chest, and her face was as pale as paper.
"...Ping'an..."
"Don't speak yet."
Li Ping'an immediately examined her injuries.
There was a long, narrow cut on her chest.
Dark red wounds crisscrossed, constantly oozing black blood.
There were signs of poisoning, and the wound was very deep.
Old Ox hurriedly hid far away. This time, I'm not sucking the poison out of her.
Li Ping'an hastily administered emergency treatment, then took two black pills from his Storage Ring.
He also poured out half the medicinal powder and spread a layer over her wound.
"Your pulse is very weak." Li Ping'an frowned slightly. "I'll channel qi into you now."
Over the years, his medical skills had long since improved by more than one level.
``` [Benevolent Healer * Supreme Yin Mother Scripture]