[Curiousity]

Yu Zhúlín's complexion started to visibly look fine after Ravel waited out for a minute or two. His breathing became stable, and he didn't look as pasty as he did before. His wounds had closed, his bloodloss restored, and he was regenerating Qi properly now because he was given the pills by Ravel.

Seeing the seemingly dead patient on the table come back to life just like that. There wasn't anything that the head medic could say, instead he opened and closed his mouth like an gaping fish as he stared at Ravel with uncertainty coating his expression. There was a odd silence where Yu Zhúlín's breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room.

And Ravel who was hovering above the unconscious body of Yu Zhúlín was the only person in the room that had a smile on his face. The butler leaned back after a while of observing. He put his hands together, and clapped.

This caught everyone off guard, and when I said everyone, Yu Zhúlín who was sleeping on the table was included. The unco