They brought her to a nearby medical facility under Magic Council supervision.
A healer was summoned, a middle-aged man with glowing eyes who began scanning Bai Qing's body with a glowing orb and whispering incantations under his breath.
Moments passed in tense silence.
Then the healer stiffened.
The orb pulsed a bright blue—and then flared red.
"What is it?" asked one of the guards.
The healer looked up, wide-eyed. "Nothing is wrong with her."
"You mean she faked it?" the female officer asked, her tone growing sharp.
"She might believe she's poisoned," the healer said carefully, "but physically, she's fine. This could be a psychological reaction… or she's pretending."
Bai Qing, who had been swaying dramatically, froze.
"What?! That's not possible! I felt it! My skin is burning! My head is spinning! I swear, I was poisoned!"
The lead officer's expression darkened. "Enough. We gave you a chance. You lied."
