"Qin Lin!"
The sight terrified Lin Qingyue. She rushed to the villa's entrance and, together with Fatty Qi and Tang Kexin, helped Qin Lin to his feet.
"Is he poisoned?" Tang Kexin used a tissue to wipe away the purple blood trickling from Qin Lin's nostrils. "I've heard about cases like this before," she said. "He's most likely been afflicted with some strange poison."
"That seems unlikely." Fatty Qi shook his head instinctively. "Brother Qin is a divine physician. Who could possibly have poisoned him so discreetly?"
"Let's get him to the hospital first." Unfamiliar with the ways of martial artists, Lin Qingyue had no idea what to do. "I'll go get Dr. Zhao. If it really is poison, he might have a cure."
「An hour later」
Lin Qingyue arrived at the hospital with Zhao Jingxi. She rushed over to the director, asking anxiously, "Director, how is Qin Lin? If he hasn't recovered, please let Dr. Zhao take a look at him."
