Lin Muyu hurriedly brought the old healer into Su Qinglan's room. The atmosphere inside the house was already extremely heavy and silent.
Hu Yan sat beside the bed while tightly holding Su Qinglan's cold hand, his usual playful expression completely gone.
Han Jue stood nearby with a dark face while Shi Feng quietly leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, though the tension in his body was obvious.
Even Xuan Long, who normally looked calm and indifferent, had an unusually cold expression in his eyes.
The old healer slowly walked toward the bed while rubbing his beard thoughtfully.
Then he sat beside Su Qinglan and carefully checked her pulse.
The room remained completely silent.
Everyone watched him nervously without daring to make a sound.
After a long while, the old healer finally frowned deeply.
"This female is actually fine."
The moment those words fell, everyone became slightly relieved.
