In view of the arrangements made by the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, Ling Chen and others all stayed in Qiu Yong's room, waiting for the test results.
Originally, there was to be a martial arts competition in the afternoon, but, with this incident occurring, the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had no choice but to suspend all competitions and devote all efforts to the crisis.
Three hours passed, and daylight gradually faded.
Ling Chen leaned against the window, watching the people whose spirits were flagging and symptoms worsening, his brow deeply furrowed in worry.
He spent the whole day with people like Qiu Yong, and while others were infected, only he was unaffected—could it be that he had antibodies that made him immune to the disease?
While he was thinking, the room's telephone suddenly rang.
Ling Chen answered the call, greeted briefly, and after listening to the person on the other end, he replied, "Okay, I'll come over immediately."
