When Yu Rong heard the news the next morning and rushed to the hospital in the city center, Zhou Manqing had yet to wake up.
Yu Rong stared fearfully at the bloody marks on Zhou Manqing's face in fear. She thought about what the doctor had told her just now; a little more, and a hole would also have been torn open in Zhou Manqing's stomach.
Yu Rong didn't dare imagine what would happen if Manqing had died in the same wretched way as Daoist Fang. Although she hadn't seen it herself, she had watched the news report. When she thought about how a Master's stomach had been dug out by that malicious ghost until there was nothing left, Yu Rong felt her blood run cold as she stared at the stitches in Manqing's stomach.
