After a pause, Lin Qianyi withdrew his gaze.

"Then can I understand that you are willing to treat her illness?"

This is the question that Lin Qianyi has been concerned about from beginning to end.

Bai Lao slowed down, then said softly:

"Yes, even if I'm not sure, I can save her just for your sake."

"Thank you very much."

After these twelve years of quiet retreat, Mr. Bai specialized in medicine.

To a large extent, we have made a great leap forward.

Because the books Song Rushuang gave him were not ancient books.

But the medical skills involved were beyond his experience.

Because of this medical classic, Bai Lao also had more confidence.

It turned out that Song Rushuang was suffering from some kind of hysteria, which was why she didn't wake up for a long time.

Old Bai only pricked Song Rushuang a few times with silver needles, and asked Qin Ao to boil the medicine.

Therefore, Song Rushuang woke up without any surprise.

"Where am I?"

When Song Rushuang woke up, she felt a splitting headache.

It was as painful as if someone was banging my head against a wall.

It's really hard to bear.

"Xiao Qi, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Rushuang heard someone asking her.

However, her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Song Rushuang couldn't lift them even a little bit.

Lin Qianyi looked at Bai Lao with some uncertainty.

Song Rushuang seemed to be awake, but she couldn't open her eyes.

What is going on here?

His nervousness actually infected Old Bai to some extent.

The old man smiled helplessly, then said slowly:

"Don't worry, this situation is normal. Since you believe she is Xiao Qi, you should also believe in Xiao Qi's self-control."