Chapter 821 - 840: She Has an Infectious Appeal

There was another very important reason why she chose steamed buns.

This kind of food... could be served in large quantities on trays, which meant there was absolutely no need to wash dishes.

The same logic applied to serving soup in disposable cups.

Since they were single-use items, she didn’t feel bad about using them.

After the first wave of patients left, Qiuqiu’s station fell into a steady rhythm, operating like a well-oiled assembly line. As people came and went, the number of steamed buns in the steamer always remained plentiful. Whether they needed more filling or less, she always found time to restock them.

The patients who came to her included severe cases, mild cases, and those stuck somewhere in between. Her speed in treating the mild cases was the fastest. How fast, exactly?

As soon as a patient swallowed an infused steamed bun and her spiritual power linked up, just a brief contact was enough to directly sweep away the "deposits" residing in the mildly afflicted patient’s body.

The line at the door shortened by a chunk.

A large chunk.

By around 4 PM, Qiuqiu had already seen nearly two hundred patients. The intensity was incredibly high, so much so that beads of sweat covered her forehead. However, the exhaustion was merely mental and psychological. During her breaks, she used the Spiritual Power Helmet and ate some of her own food to replenish her physical strength.

For now, her stamina could still keep up.

Taking a few deep breaths to adjust her current state, she licked her lips, closed her eyes, and meditated.

A barrier.

It was still an insurmountable barrier.

After remaining still for a long time, she opened her eyes, took a step to the side, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and resumed kneading dough.

This level was still not enough.

Gu Xiang and Wang Shasha were also desperately taking in patients. Because there were only four of them, their rest periods in rotation were very short. Gu Xiang rarely underwent such high-intensity, continuous training, and she felt like her throat was burning from the dryness. But sheer willpower pushed her forward.

She had to keep going!

Next door.

In the observation room, several deans were watching the live video feed. Led by Dean Zhu, they were Spirit Healing Masters of the Mercy Sect, a faction that highly promoted equality and love. They believed that as long as one had the talent, they should fulfill their duties.

"Dean Zhu, the younger generation from your school is truly formidable," one dean remarked.

"They aren’t bad. Their perseverance is truly commendable."

"Kindhearted, too... Is that girl in the back the successor you have your eye on?" another dean asked. "You seem to value her highly."

"She might not have any intention of taking up the mantle."

"But she is exceptionally outstanding, both excellent and full of ideas." Dean Zhu looked at Qiuqiu, his eyes filled with admiration. "She also easily influences those around her. Perhaps in the future, when she reaches a high position and stands at the pinnacle of her field, she will become someone who changes history."

"Perhaps. We all look forward to that day."

"By the way, I see there are only those four... Should we also put out a call for the students from our academies to come over?" a female dean suggested. "With such an incident happening this year, it might be better to just cancel the competition altogether."

Rankings stained with human blood felt terrible just to talk about.

"No." Dean Zhu disagreed with the idea of the deans initiating the call. "If we issue a statement, would the students be coming out of genuine willingness or obligation?

"Let’s just leave it at this. We’ll open access to the inner courtyard. If anyone applies, you can just approve it directly. Everything must rely solely on voluntary action."

That made sense.

Meanwhile, what were the students in the dormitory doing at this time?

Everyone still wanted to sleep and rest, but for some inexplicable reason, they just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Someone secretly went to the working area in the front courtyard. On the way there, they bumped into a patient coming out of the consultation room.

Well... they looked quite jubilant.

It was the kind of genuine, radiant happiness.

The student who had come to scout the area couldn’t resist snapping a picture of this scene and sending it to the joint academy group chat.

They added a message: "They’re here, the clinic is open, and someone has been cured."