The scent of camphor and bitter herbs filled the recovery ward. Outside, the emergency bells had finally stopped.
Bai Qingxian dried her hands on a silk cloth as she walked out from behind the wooden screen, offering a calm nod to Su Ming and Peak Master Jian Wufeng.
"He is out of danger," Bai Qingxian said. "His soul has stabilized, and the demonic poison is gone. Master Physician Song is monitoring him now. His foundation remains intact."
Jian Wufeng let out a slow breath. "Good."
Bai Qingxian gave Su Ming a quiet look before walking down the corridor to assist the deacons.
Once she left, Jian Wufeng turned to Su Ming. The tired sword master stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves, his sharp aura slightly dimmed.
