Ye Qiu had previously attempted meditative cultivation on rainy days without the essence of the sun and moon, but the spiritual energy absorbed was less than one-tenth of the normal level.
Now there was no other choice; Ye Qiu could only cultivate in this manner.
Otherwise, he could only lie down and sleep.
In the middle of the night, footsteps suddenly became hurried outside the tent, and someone called, "Dr. Ye, it's me."
Ye Qiu heard the voice of Director Wei.
He could only wake up, open his eyes, and ask, "Director Wei, what's the matter?"
"That Director Luo is in a critical condition, you should go take a look quickly."
"Director Wei, you mean Luo Wenfeng, right?" In fact, Ye Qiu didn't really want to care. It wasn't that he was petty, but he simply didn't want to deal with such people.
Such people think they're impressive, but in reality, they're fools. Moreover, treating the other party would consume spiritual energy, and it's not free to help them.
