The medics and caretakers were used to having war victims die under their care, so they were indifferent about two additional deaths. Moreover, these two were basically already waiting to cross the river to the underworld for several days already. Their fellow poisoned comrades had already gone ahead of them, so these two had little hope to survive. Unless Xiao Yue conjured two magical pills out of thin air to feed the patients, they would die sooner or later. Better sooner, the caretakers would say. Prolonged pain did not merit better karma for the next life.
Xiao Yue understood their valid point of view, but she could not help but feel distraught at her failure. The hospital staff did not consider it a failure at all. She just arrived the day before. Only magical-pill-summoning deities could save those poor patients, as they repeatedly told the grumpy young woman.
And then the young woman had a revolutionary idea which was quickly rejected by morality.
