Ling Zhuyun had been an avid reader of various scriptures since childhood, her knowledge extensive. This included a number of wondrous techniques from medical scriptures.
When she had first witnessed Jiang Lan's strange episode, she found it hard to believe.
After all, Heart-devouring Syndrome was truly rare, and the number of recorded cases throughout history could be counted on one hand.
But upon seeing the horrifying agony of Jiang Lan's affliction as it flared up, she was finally certain. It was, without a doubt, Heart-devouring Syndrome. For the first time, she was at a complete loss, with absolutely no idea how to ease his suffering.
After all, just witnessing one of its episodes was enough to make one's blood run cold.
'If it were happening to me, I couldn't possibly endure it in silence like Jiang Lan did.'
His fortitude earned her admiration, and she cast aside her former prejudices.
