Tongde Hall, consultation room.
Old Jiang paced back and forth at the door of the consultation room, occasionally glancing beyond the corridor, and sometimes lowering his head in deep thought, looking very worried.
"Old Jiang, come in." Qin Chuan's voice sounded from inside the consultation room.
Old Jiang was overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking that Qin Chuan's treatment was finished. He hurriedly pushed the door and entered.
But upon entering, he was stunned by what he saw.
Qin Chuan's hand was emitting a dazzling golden light, and streams of ethereal substance like immortal energy were continuously emanating.
The ethereal substance, like a cocoon, enveloped Ye Qingmei.
"Is this... a divine technique?" Old Jiang was dumbfounded, even feeling an impulse to kneel.
After all, this was a divine act.
It was hard to resist the urge to bow thrice.
"No need to panic, Old Jiang. This is an ancient Healing Technique." Qin Chuan explained.
