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Chapter 193. The Frenzied Crowd

Over the next few days, Jiang Jianxin had no official duties, so he took a stroll through the flood control office's outposts along the Cangjiang River and also observed Song Jun's group therapy ceremony.

On the riverside open space where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, hundreds of patients with festering sores lay sprawled about, their painful groans rising and falling. Jiang Jianxin stood between Xia Qizhen and Yin Ju, his gaze passing over the throng of heads and landing on the small figure in the heavy protective suit at the very front.

Song Jun stood still like a pine tree, her hands clasped in front of her chest.

Behind the isolation mask, the little girl's delicate face was calm and serene.

Suddenly, a cluster of emerald-green light burst forth from her palm, swirling and dancing in the morning mist.

The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually condensing into a crystal-clear sphere of light that expanded continuously in mid-air.

"It's about to begin."

Yin Ju reminded him in a low voice.

"Woo-"

The ball of light suddenly swelled to more than a meter tall, and Jiang Jianxin unconsciously held his breath.

Just as the sphere of light reached its zenith—

"Om-"

A clear, resonant sound pierced the sky, and the ball of light exploded with a deafening roar.

A shower of green light, interspersed with tiny golden fragments, cascaded down like a silver river. The moment the rain of light fell, the wailing cries that had been rising and falling ceased abruptly.

The patients' festering wounds scabbed over at a visible rate, and their distorted faces gradually relaxed.

"This is the true young master of the Song family..."

Xia Qizhen gazed at the sky filled with green light and murmured softly.

However, the moment the light faded, the crowd erupted in cheers.

"My lord! Please save me again!"

"Please! Grant me a little more light!"

The patients in the front row suddenly jumped up, their skin still bleeding, but they seemed not to feel any pain, and frantically rushed towards Song Jun.

Their fingers still bore traces of blood from their previous scratches, yet they relentlessly clawed at her protective suit, as if trying to tear her apart and squeeze more healing power from her body.

The little girl had never seen anything like this before and was so frightened that she took a step back.

"Don't go! Don't go!"

A man with a face full of pustules roared and staggered forward, grabbing Song Jun's isolation suit.

His strength was astonishing; the fabric ripped with a piercing sound.

"Go away!"

Yin Ju shouted and was about to step forward when he saw even more people rushing towards him like madmen.

They were like a pack of hungry beasts, their eyes filled only with greed for the light of healing.

Some people knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately until their foreheads bled; some people fell directly to Song Jun's feet, hugging her legs tightly, squeezing out hoarse cries; others even reached out to pull off her mask, trying to touch her skin directly, as if they could draw more power from it.

"My lord! Save me! I don't want to die!"

Please! Give me another chance!

Forced to retreat, Song Jun's breathing became rapid beneath her isolation mask. Just as she found herself with nowhere left to go, she suddenly heard the sharp sound of a longsword being drawn, and a flash of cold light appeared in the distance—

"Everyone, stand down!"

The sword energy swept across, creating a shallow crack in the ground and forcing back the most frenzied group of people.

But they only paused briefly before surging back like a tide, their eyes filled with nothing but a morbid longing.

Yin Ju took a deep breath, raised one hand and pointed to the sky, shouting:

"Rain is coming—" "Splash—"

In an instant, it was as if a hole had been torn open in the entire sky. The humid air of the sea surged wildly, condensing at a rate more than three times faster than in the dry Dawn Base, causing the torrential rain to pour down almost the instant the syllables fell.

The raindrops, as big as beans, didn't fall, but rather crashed to the ground like a celestial river pouring down, exploding into countless silvery-white splashes the moment they touched the soil.

"Water curtain!"

Yin Ju's second stern shout pierced through the rain.

The falling raindrops paused in mid-air, then rapidly converged like soldiers on a military command.

"Wow--"

A three-meter-high transparent water wall rose up in front of Song Jun, with spiraling water patterns flowing on its surface, pushing away the oncoming crowd like a tide.

Overwhelmed by the healing power, the patients crashed into the water curtain, their distorted faces appearing particularly ferocious behind the undulating water walls.

"My lord! Please—"

"Give me just a little light! Just a tiny bit!"

A hoarse wail pierced the rain, scraping against eardrums like a dull knife. Yin Ju stood in the center of the downpour, his executive jacket already soaked and clinging to his body, water droplets constantly dripping from his hair blurring his vision.

He saw a gaunt old man frantically pounding the water curtain with his festering hands, his turbid tears mixed with pus and blood being washed into thin red streams by the rain.

"These people...are they crazy?"

Yin Ju's rain didn't discriminate between friend and foe. Jiang Jianxin was caught off guard and was drenched in the rain, his whole body instantly becoming soaked.

She wiped the water off her face, and saw that the once elegant strategist beside her was also awkwardly wiping the water off his face.

Yin Ju noticed their disheveled state and said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, the situation was urgent, and I lost control of the area where the rain was falling."

Then, carrying a thermos, he pulled out a loudspeaker from his waist and, together with flood control office staff who had run around, went to urgently coordinate order.

"Everyone, please don't run around or move around. Lord Song has completed the basic treatment for everyone. After that, you just need to rest and take medication!"

"The remaining treatment opportunities should be reserved for those whose conditions are worse! Don't fight over them!"

The loudspeakers blared incessantly, and amidst the torrential rain, Zhang Qiuyue hurried over, holding a shaky black umbrella.

The umbrella ribs groaned under the strain of the wind, forcing her to grip the handle tightly with both hands, while rain continued to pour in from all angles.

"Please come with me, both of you. The situation is a bit chaotic right now. Lord Yin needs to control the situation by using rain."

Her voice was almost drowned out by the rain; she could only turn to the side to point to the tent with a warm yellow light shining from not far away.

As Jiang Jianxin and Xia Qizhen followed through the mud, the water reached their ankles, splashing up water mixed with grass clippings with every step.

The dry smell wafted out of the tent. Zhang Qiuyue put away her dripping umbrella and stood by the door. Water droplets immediately gathered into small puddles on the ground.

Please take a short rest.

She hurriedly finished giving her instructions and then turned and rushed back into the rain, her figure quickly swallowed up by the silvery-gray rain curtain.

Outside the tent, the sounds of Yin Ju's loudspeaker and the flood control office's whistles rose and fell, mingling with the pattering of rain on the canvas, creating a chaotic yet bustling scene.

Inside the tent, Jiang Jianxin and Xia Qizhen looked at each other in bewilderment.

As a sword master with thick skin, she was naturally fine after getting caught in the rain; she wiped the water off her face and was bouncing around again.

However, the Light faction is notoriously fragile. Xia Qizhen pursed his lips, wrung out his soaked sleeves, water droplets hung on his gold-rimmed glasses, and his face was somewhat pale.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at her, then opened his phone and browsed the Ping An Forum.

Sure enough, a new hot topic emerged on the forum:
[Frontline Report: A powerful healer has appeared in Haidu, suspected to be the future heir of the Song family! The group healing scene is stunning and amazing!]

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