2342 Venting

"Yes. Yes, yes!" The group of doctor submissively hurried over and took Miss Qiao's pulse one by one.

Afterwards, they all looked at each other in dismay.

"This girl's pulse is strong and healthy. Her body is in excellent condition!"

"Then why is she in a coma??" Mo Lian roared. Zou Huan and the others who were standing at the door couldn't help but tremble.

"Are all the doctors in South City here? Are there any better doctors!"

The group of doctors promptly wanted to cry.

Even though South City wasn't huge, the top doctors there were very famous.

This handsome man in front of them had such a terrifying expression, like he had swallowed fire meteors. It seemed like if they could not give a reasonable explanation, they might possibly not be able to leave this inn!

"You bunch of quack doctors! If you can't treat Our Qiaoqiao, We will make sure you all get beheaded!"

*Bang!* Someone suddenly shoved open the door. Fang Su appeared at the door, and a hint of surprise showed on his wooden face. "The humble general Fang Su greets Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Great, His Highness did indeed come back after saying so! He did not stay near South City for so long in vain. They could finally return to the capital and report to His Majesty!

*Splash!* One of the doctors collapsed to the floor in shock, also spilling the medicine he was holding.

Th-This person was ac-actually His Highness the Crown Prince?

"Fang Su! Immediately go summon all the talisman practitioners near South City! And also curse practitioners!"

Mo Lian suddenly recalled the soul swap curse Qiaoqiao had mentioned before, and his heart couldn't help but jolt.

For some reason, he felt that Qiaoqiao's present condition had something to do with those bizarre curses!

Curse practitioners?

Haven't curse practitioners vanished from the Divine Province Continent for several centuries?

The curse practitioners that occasionally got exposed would also be captured and become subject to capital punishment.

Wasn't His Highness the Crown Prince forcing him to do the impossible?

Where would he go find any curse practitioners?

"What are you standing there gawking for? Go right now!" Crown Prince Mo yelled. Fang Su immediately ran out in a fluster.

The soldiers were afraid to stay behind and bear the temperamental crown prince's wrath, so they hastily ran off after Fang Su.

After Fang Su and his soldiers skedaddled, Mo Lian's cold gaze landed on the lead South City doctor. "What are you all standing there for? Continue treating her! If you can't find a way, think of one!"

The doctors: Wuwuwu…

While Crown Prince Mo was at his wits' end, Qiao Mu pitifully watched as the crown prince brushed past her.

She leapt at the crown prince's neck with open arms, but it was no use.

That's right, she was merely a soul right now. Even her connection with the sapling was cut.

Lian would definitely be anxious after noticing her anomaly, but she didn't even have the ability to notify him right now!

It was all that d*mned soul-separation curse's fault. Ahhhh!

Why did it fly out by itself! Why did it just so happen to activate itself in front of her?

Was this the Golden Talisman Jade Tome's shenanigans? Was it? Was it?

Qiao Mu silently swallowed bitter tears and pitifully watched as she roamed about the vast sky like a wandering ghost.

She wandered from morning to night. For some reason, this feeling inexplicably gave her a sense of familiarity.

It was as if she had also wandered around like this a long, long time ago…

The first day she wandered, Qiaoqiao missed Mo Lian.