"Oh crap, I forgot about Priest Feng!"
Realizing their oversight at the sight of the shifting rubble, Qin Lin and the others immediately got to work, hurriedly rescuing Priest Feng from beneath the debris.
COUGH! COUGH!
Spitting out several mouthfuls of clotted blood, the dust-covered Priest Feng finally managed to take a deep breath. "Thank you."
"I am so sorry," Lin Kun said, deeply embarrassed. "I'll arrange for someone to take you to the hospital for treatment right away."
"The hospital can't heal his injuries."
Qin Lin gave a slight nod to Zhao Jingxi, who had just arrived with medicinal herbs, gesturing for him to tend to the other experts first. He then took Priest Feng's pulse to examine him. "A portion of your meridians were ruptured by the kick. Fortunately, you dodged quickly enough that it didn't injure your viscera."
"Take this Foundation Training Pill, and you will make a full recovery!"
