"You, you pervert, what are you trying to do?"
Since last night, Li Qianqian had felt her soul return, no longer witnessing two souls hovering above her head watching her.
However, when she regained consciousness last night, she was still somewhat disoriented, or even had been up until just now.
"Miss, I was just treating your illness, didn't you know?" Ye Qiu said.
Only then did Li Qianqian remember that last night, she had felt her soul drifting further and further from her body. She saw her mother clutched her father, crying. Then she saw a young man standing before her, saying something she didn't understand, and gradually her soul returned to her body.
"Were you really treating my illness?" Li Qianqian asked.
"Why don't you look at the contrast between your upper body and your lower body?" Ye Qiu said indifferently.
The upper body of Li Qianqian, which he had just treated, had muscles restored to normal, becoming as fair, smooth, and elastic as before she fell ill.