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Su Qingcheng watched the scene unfold, a trace of heartache flashed through her clear eyes.
It was both Xu Yourong and Ning Fan who made her feel this pain.
She sat down beside Ning Fan and comforted him with a soft voice, "Ning Fan, none of this is your fault, don't be too hard on yourself. If Yourong saw you like this, she would definitely be upset."
Ning Fan rubbed his face vigorously, trying to rally his spirits as he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't stay mired in this forever. I still have a lot to do."
"That's right, that's the spirit," Su Qingcheng nodded.
Ning Fan furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
Although he had inherited his mother's medical skills, the situation at hand had surpassed the realm of medicine and involved the powers of deities.
To unravel such power, to resolve it with medical expertise, was nearly impossible.
Ning Fan's brows were tightly knitted as he pondered over various solutions, only to dismiss them one after another.
