With his keen senses, Li Yao perceived that Lei Yuqin's brain was like a forest that had been burnt down by fire. Her brainwaves were so feeble that they were almost like the vague ashes in the ravines. Her soul and vitality were both fading away, yet sacred brilliance was beaming out of her hideous face that was full of wrinkles. Her eyes that were gradually losing focus were filled with the deepest pity, too.
Lying in midair unable to move at all, she did not turn back to look at Li Yao at all although she heard Li Yao's reproach. Instead, she raised her head and looked into the distance, mumbling, "I am a doctor. I am saving people."
"Saving people?" Li Yao was slightly dazed. His anger was raised, too. "Do you look like you are saving people? Who are you saving?"
