"Little one? Little one! Where did you go?" Nan Xian called out anxiously.
He Mingxiao also witnessed what had just happened. Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, it seemed like it wanted to say something to you. Did you hear it?"
"I only heard a fox howling... What's going on? Has something happened to it?"
Just as the two were pondering the answer, the ward door was suddenly pushed open, and an unfamiliar male nurse rushed in, panting.
"Miss Nan, a critically injured patient was just brought to the emergency room. She says she wants to see you!"
He Mingxiao frowned upon hearing this, giving him a wary look. "She's not a doctor, why do you want to see her?"
Nan Xian suddenly remembered something, her expression changed drastically, and she quickly interrupted him, asking the male nurse, "What's her name? What does she look like?"
"I don't know her name. The injured woman is an elderly lady, around seventy years old. She was probably attacked by an evil spirit and is seriously injured. She's currently in a semi-comatose state..."
Before he could finish speaking, Nan Xian rushed out of the ward like a gust of wind.
The two people in the room were stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed her.
When Nan Xian arrived at the emergency room, Dean Wu was coming out. His snow-white coat was stained with dark bloodstains, and he looked extremely tired.
Upon seeing Nan Xian rushing over, he looked reluctant, sighed softly, and said, "I'm sorry, we did our best."
He stepped aside.
On the messy hospital bed behind him lay the lifeless old woman.
Her eyes were open, her mouth slightly agape, her entire abdominal cavity had been dug open, and her loose skin piled up like a cake that had lost its support, revealing a section of intestines stained with blood.
The ground was a mess, and the stench of blood was so strong it hit people's nostrils.
Nan Xian stumbled, her mind reeling as if struck by lightning. She froze on the spot like a wooden sculpture, staring blankly in the direction of the emergency room, unable to utter a single word.
Everything around her seemed to be slowed down—nurses busily moving between hospital beds, patients groaning in pain, and medical equipment constantly emitting urgent alarms... Like a slow-motion movie, all other characters and scenes were out of focus, except for the mentally challenged woman, whose lifeless face was clearly visible to Nan Xian.
She couldn't even hear her own breathing; her body felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
Suddenly, a hand grasped hers, and the familiar warmth pulled her from her dazed thoughts back to reality.
Nan Xian suddenly came to her senses, and sounds from all directions instantly flooded her ears. She paused for a moment, and then heard He Mingxiao calling her name softly.
Are you alright?
She shook her head, pulled her hand back, and stepped heavily into the emergency room.
"Are you Miss Nan Xiannan?" the doctor, who was struggling to push the woman's intestines back into her abdominal cavity, asked upon seeing her.
"Yes—" Nan Xian's voice was slightly hoarse, "Did she... leave any other message?"
The doctor took off his gloves, pulled a small package wrapped in tattered cloth and thin hemp rope from his pocket, and handed it to her.
“We couldn’t find any information about her. During the rescue, she kept calling your name and was holding this thing tightly in her hand. I think it was for you.”
Nan Xian took the small package and slowly unfolded it.
It is a very well-preserved ancient painting of a lady. In the painting, a young girl is sitting on a stool holding a pipa, with her eyebrows slightly lowered, her face beautiful and her demeanor dignified.
He Mingxiao stood behind her and saw the contents of the painting.
He suddenly whispered:
"The person in this painting looks a bit like Wei Zeling."
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