Prelude!

"Ling Yun, c-can you do it?"

Worry creased Liang Fengyi's beautiful face. She didn't hide her concern.

Ling Yun didn't hide his seriousness either. "I'll do my best…" he replied in a low voice.

Zhong Qingshan saw Ling Yun deploying his acupuncture technique before and knew his medical skills were inferior to Ling Yun. He simply nodded and walked into the clinic.

A mixture of odors ten times more pungent wafted out when the door opened. The crowd quickly backed away but still couldn't help but peer into the compartment curiously.

"Oh my god… How can they treat patients this way? They were just thrown in?"

"So many of them are unconscious. There's no telling what they have, and there are no relatives either. How can Ling Yun treat them?"

"Blargh…" Someone also vomited. He pointed shakily into the compartment and said as he fell back, "Look, that person has been splashed with sulfuric acid. His face is unrecognizable!"