In the clinic, Murong Ziyue looked worried.
"Little Lin, are you really confident? You don't have to force yourself, I noticed you didn't rest at all last night."
Xin Lin went out last night and only returned at dawn, bringing back some medicinal herbs.
Clearly, she wasn't at Qingtian Academy last night.
Murong Ziyue felt quite apologetic having Xin Lin exhaust herself for her injury, and she was also worried about Xin Lin's health.
"Finally, you're calling me Little Lin."
A joyful expression appeared on Xin Lin's rosy face.
Although Murong Ziyue was a close friend, she always acted formally, previously only addressing her as "Xin Lin," which felt rather distant.
This simple "Little Lin" made Xin Lin feel much closer.
It was as if someone had once called her that in the past.
The invisible barrier between them seemed to have shrunk significantly.
"I went out last night to find some guinea pigs; I'm confident I can restore your Liver Meridian now."
