On the other side of Q3, at the entrance of the factory, the long line was gradually dissipating.
The prolonged work caused an unnatural flush to rise on Jiang Qiuqiu's lips. In stark contrast to her lips, her face was slightly pale. Her movements finally began to slow down. Increasing efficiency meant draining more spiritual power in a shorter amount of time. Shortening rest periods meant having to dive back into healing without proper recovery. This was an immense test for a Spirit Healing Master, but Qiuqiu needed this kind of test.
Ting Mo watched her, feeling as though she was overflowing with golden light. Although she rarely spoke during treatments, no matter what kind of patient she encountered, she never gave them strange looks. She faced these people with equal regard and an ordinary, steady attitude. She had essentially appeared as a savior, yet she never carried a savior's arrogance. Everything was just right. There was respect, and there was compassion.
