As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Xian couldn't help but frown.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that He Mingxiao was right. The girl in the painting did indeed bear a striking resemblance to Wei Zeling in terms of her features. However, the girl in the painting had a gentle and graceful demeanor, unlike Wei Zeling's bright and flamboyant personality in public. At first glance, it was indeed impossible to connect the two.
After learning about the existence of past and present lives, Nan Xian paid more attention to people who looked alike, especially in such coincidental situations. She couldn't help but wonder: Who is the girl in the painting? What is her relationship with Wei Zeling?
However, these were not the urgent matters she needed to deal with at the moment. Her immediate priority was to properly arrange the funeral of the mentally challenged woman.
She suppressed these chaotic thoughts and carefully put the painting of the lady away again.
The doctor had closed the woman's eyes, and several nurses were trying to push her dislodged organs back into her abdominal cavity.
The stench was overwhelming, and the bloody scene stimulated the nerves of everyone present. One of the young, intern nurses, with her youthful face, finally couldn't hold back and collapsed beside the hospital bed, dry heaving.
She was closest to Nan Xian, who instinctively reached out to help her, but accidentally bumped into the old woman's arm.
The old woman's arm, which had been pressed tightly against her side, now slipped down, her fingers curled up like claws, her nails filled with blood and dirt.
However, it was not these things that attracted Nan Xian's attention—
The inside of the fool's wrist was covered with bluish-gray marks that spread like tree roots, and they were spreading at a visible speed, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.
The nurse looked up and saw this scene. She was so frightened that she screamed, stumbled, and fell backward into Nan Xian's arms.
Hearing the commotion, the doctor looked over. Nan Xian rolled up the old woman's sleeve to show him the strange marks. The doctor's expression changed drastically, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
"Everyone, get away from the beds immediately! Evacuate the emergency room! Quickly!"
He stood frozen in place for half a second, then stepped forward and pulled away the people closest to the hospital bed, while urgently shouting orders.
There was a moment of silence in the emergency room, but things quickly erupted. Fortunately, the nurses were all rigorously trained and had special measures in place for such emergencies, and the situation was quickly brought under control.
Before long, only a few people who had been in close contact with the mentally challenged woman remained in the emergency room. The doctor stood in front of the bed, using his body to block the probing gazes of the people behind him.
He raised his hand to his lips, bit down hard, and bright red blood immediately seeped from his fingertip. He rubbed the blood away, then formed a hand seal in front of his chest—
Soon, a round bead emitting a soft white light appeared above the hospital bed. As the incantation was gradually completed, it grew larger and larger, stretching into an ellipsoid, like a giant dome enveloping the foolish woman.
The nurses who were left behind, unaware of what was happening, looked at each other nervously and cast puzzled glances at the doctor.
After doing all this, the doctor seemed to have all his strength drained away instantly; he stood there, motionless.
He slowly turned around, and Nan Xian quickly noticed that his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
He could no longer hide the panic on his face, but his eyes bypassed everyone else present and went straight to Nan Xian.
Nan Xian's heart stirred slightly.
She stepped forward, her gaze falling upon the enormous, hazy light barrier.
"...It's the same kind of demonic poison, isn't it?"
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