[Healing]

Clasping her weapon securely, Zhi Ruo walked with Zhōngguó towards the exit of the arena. The medics around her that clamoured over the trival injuries on her body, stepped away upon seeing the injuries on Zhi Ruo's body being healed instantly. All of them looked at each other. And a awkward pause hung on the air.

One of the medics who was watching Zhi Ruo's match beforehand, could not rip her eyes away from the rolling veins on Zhi Ruo's arms when she moved. She wasn't concerned about Zhi Ruo's injuries, rather, she was more concerned for Zhi Ruo's Qi coiles.

"Would your coils be fine?" The medic asked, stopping the awkward silence and Zhi Ruo herself. Zhi Ruo looked at the medic who asked the question. The medic knew— knows, that Zhi Ruo was more that qualified to deal with her own injuries, even more than her, 'even' more than her team.

She herself was a fan of Zhi Ruo from the start of the tournament. Though she can't show in outwardly because of her profession. The medic saw how
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