Jiangli glanced at Little Caihong on the hospital bed and barely perceptibly furrowed her brow.
Almost as soon as she entered the hospital room, Jiangli detected a faint hint of... Demonic Energy in the room.
It’s not Yin Energy.
It’s Demonic Energy.
As she approached the bed, the Demonic Energy beca more pronounced.
And that Demonic Energy ca from Little Caihong.
Wasn’t it said that after the founding of the country, becoming spirits wasn’t allowed?
How could there still be demons around these days?
Seeing Jiangli silently staring at Little Caihong, Song Wenjun beca increasingly anxious, "Abbot, my daughter... there’s nothing wrong with her, right?"
As she spoke, Song Wenjun looked pleadingly at Wei Qingran.
She felt that Wei Qingran seed closer to Jiangli, and might be able to speak up better.
Wei Qingran t Song Wenjun’s pleading gaze, furrowed her brows, and looked at Jiangli, montarily unsure of how to ask.
Fortunately, upon hearing Song Wenjun’s words, Jiangli imdiately spoke up, "I’ll check her pulse first."
With that, she reached out her hand and placed it on Little Caihong’s exposed wrist.
Song Wenjun saw this scene and couldn’t help but look at Wei Qingran, silently questioning with her gaze, wondering what was happening.
Wasn’t she supposed to be a master? Why was she checking the pulse?
Wei Qingran coughed lightly, leaned next to Song Wenjun, and whispered, "The Abbot seems to be a Taoist Doctor. I don’t really understand this field, but the Abbot’s dical skills should be quite good. Teacher Song, let the Abbot take a look first."
Song Wenjun’s eyes were full of question marks; she had never heard of Taoist Doctors before. She originally thought Jiangli was just an ordinary master, but now it seems she is completely different from the master she imagined.
But...
Being skilled in dicine should be more reliable, right?
With this mindset, Song Wenjun watched Jiangli, hardly daring to breathe.
Xia Xin was standing beside Jiangli, also watching her closely.
With her fingers on Little Caihong’s wrist, Jiangli discreetly guided a trace of Spiritual Energy along Little Caihong’s ridian.
She carefully examined Little Caihong’s extraordinary ridians.
Little Caihong’s life force appeared complete before Jiangli’s eyes, like mountains and rivers.
After a mont, Jiangli let go.
Upon seeing this, Song Wenjun imdiately asked, "Abbot, how is my daughter? Is it not as dangerous? It’s just a normal injury from a fall, right?"
She looked at Jiangli expectantly.
Jiangli stared at her and asked, "Who is Su Zitong?"
Confusion flickered in Song Wenjun’s eyes, "Who?"
Jiangli repeated, "Su Zitong, do you know this person?"
Following the changes in Little Caihong’s life force, Jiangli found a point of change related to a little girl nad Su Zitong, where the Demonic Energy was strongest.
All the evidence pointed to the fact that this little girl, Su Zitong, might be problematic.
Song Wenjun furrowed her brows, preparing to speak.
Just then, Sister He, who stood a half-step behind Jiangli, suddenly asked, "Miss, you know Tongtong?"
Jiangli turned to her, "Tongtong? You know her?"
Song Wenjun, Wei Qingran, and Xia Xin all looked toward Sister He.
Suddenly, being stared at by so many, Sister He nervously took a step back instinctively.
Seeing this, Song Wenjun asked anxiously, "Sister He, do you know this person?"
Upon hearing this, Sister He replied, "Tongtong and Little Caihong are in the sa piano class. When I take Little Caihong to her lessons, I often see her there."
As an actress, Song Wenjun is usually busy, so matters like Little Caihong’s extracurricular classes are mostly handled by Sister He.
Being in the sa piano class, Sister He has naturally seen her.
Hearing this, Jiangli asked, "Did you et Su Zitong last Wednesday?"
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