Volume 1, Chapter 54: Wait for me after work

The three of them entered the hospital room, only to see a middle-aged woman lying weakly on the bed. Her entire face was deathly pale, save for an unnatural flush on both cheeks.

The patient was running a high fever again, her consciousness somewhat blurred.

Shen Qingran walked over briskly. "Has the antipyretic injection been given?"

"Yes, it has," the young nurse replied hurriedly. "But the effect isn't lasting. A few hours later, the fever comes right back up."

That was hardly surprising. With inflammation markers that high in her body, the fever was simply part of the immune system's ongoing battle.

"Zhao Guofen, I see from your medical records that your symptoms began three months ago?"

Pushing herself to muster some strength, Zhao Guofen gave a weak hum of assent.

Shen Qingran pondered...

"Has Naya really returned? Why would she come back? Why would she bring humans anywhere near this place?" Criel asked Goras with deep anxiety.

Just as Nongxue was observing Wu Mei, the latter had already finished packaging the rouge and powder she had selected.

"Stop talking about it," Mayor Sun squatted down, looking distressed as he covered his face, lost in thought.

Although she had encountered the jackal demon last night, it had been pitch black. She had only been able to vaguely make out his hulking figure as a dark silhouette, without seeing his specific facial features. While rugged, his bone structure was deep and prominent, much like a Western muscular man.

Stone was completely defeated by the other man's shamelessness, never expecting that the dignified Young Master Wunsheng would lose control so entirely when faced with danger.

The others also came to a halt. At this time and place, apart from Li Longji, Empress Wang Jun held the highest status. Her face had been full of pity and sorrow, but seeing Li Longji act this way, she assumed he was overwhelmed by grief and anguish, and hastily reached out to support him with a worried, "Sanlang..." The moment she spoke, she found herself choking back sobs.

Islands said, "Inform the air force that we are ready; let them begin. Also, have the people in the city prepare." She had no intention of deploying carrier-based aircraft; this was simply an opportunity to give the air force practical combat experience.

Before he could finish forming his hand seals, however, the Demon Monarch Kui charged forward once more, striking Long Yu squarely in the chest.

No matter how deeply he regretted it, he could not change what had happened. He had no choice but to leave the capital in indignation, abandoning Chang'an, the place of his heartache.

Everything around them was lush and green. In the distance, a few people were tilling the fields, while children ran through the countryside, their laughter ringing out in crisp ripples.

When his first strike missed, Zhou Bingran immediately changed his tactics, employing the "Double Doors Open" stance to launch continuous attacks against the man in black's limbs, pressing the assault with unyielding brute force. At the same time, his footwork never stopped, steadily advancing step by step relying on the crane-step push.

After hanging up the phone, He Chuan left his office immediately. He felt that calling Xiao Mo directly right now was less effective than going to see him in person; that way, any matters could be discussed face-to-face with absolute clarity.

Zhou Bingran's heart sank. This Ji Changdao should be the most formidable opponent he had encountered since his debut. If Shen Linfeng were to face Ji Changdao, it would probably be over in mere seconds.

Conversely, if the young emperor Wenren Muling truly married Chu Chen, wouldn't the next emperor have the surname Chu?

Moreover, if Kan Zhentao knew that Liu Yiqian and the others had set their sights on him, why had he never tried to win over Zhou Bingran, instead allowing him to make his own choices freely?

Swallowing back the lingering, seductive end of that confession, Duanmu Qianming knew that such words were rather abrupt. Although he was not afraid of expressing his true feelings, he was currently severely injured, and the other party knew nothing about him. To confess his love at this moment was extremely unwise and practically invited rejection.

Disregarding whatever Lu Junyi was saying, Li Tianxi simply struggled and crawled toward Lin Chong, leaving two trails of blood in his wake.

Looking at the twinkling stars outside the window and watching the townspeople constantly passing through the house toward the banquet, Sang Yan sighed. Dressed in her new skirt, she paced back and forth inside the room, feeling restless and uneasy.

This room was much larger than the one she had stayed in before—nearly double the size! The furnishings inside were almost identical to her previous quarters, which left Su Mengyao quite satisfied; it seemed her aunt really did treat her quite well.

He Chuan asked over the phone. He truly wanted to appear by Zhou Xiaoling's side right then and there to protect her properly, but under these circumstances, he simply did not dare show his face in public. If he did, crowds would swarm him, and that kind of chaos would spell real trouble.

The primary reason for this was that their Great Yang Dynasty seemed utterly powerless before the Han army. Watching that stubborn emperor make one blunder after another only added to his overwhelming depression.

When they reached Huyaoshan Village, day had already broken. As soon as they stepped out of the vehicle, they saw a Taoist priest in a yellow robe swaggering into the village along the path—it was the crazy Taoist.

To be frank, a young master traveling the world accompanied by a loyal servant and a beautiful maid was indeed a fine adventure. But big brother here hadn't even managed to win over his own senior sister yet! If another beautiful maid were to appear by his side, what would his senior sister think?

When he took Wang Zhiqiang on as a disciple, the boy was already ten years old and possessed a stubborn, paranoid temperament even back then. Yet his talent was genuinely impressive, leading Wang Zhengyi to briefly believe he could guide him properly. He hadn't expected that he had still overestimated his own abilities.

Scarcely ten seconds later, his leg was grazed by a hand, which shaved away a portion of his trousers and a chunk of his flesh. A fist-sized piece of meat was gone, his muscles damaged to the point where he could no longer lift his leg, and he crashed to the ground.

Shortly after, General Angbai, the bearded commander, also emerged from the room, followed by the two guards at the door. This time, he first inspected the interior of Qin Yang Town. He was familiar with Qin Yang Town, and looking at it now, it had been put in immaculate order by the Han army. He could not help but admire the strict discipline of the Han forces.

"No need. Take me to the next of the Seven Demon Kings." Qing Yanjing walked out of the castle gates, tossing out a spiritual array along the way.

Various bitter consequences flickered through his mind one by one, as if the abyss of suffering had been paved for him long ago.

If the onlookers before had felt anger yet little empathy, unable to resonate very deeply with the victim...

"Swish!" Mo Shixin pushed her speed to the limit, hurling the dagger in her hand through the air directly at the short man's back, attempting a fatal blow.