Song Zhiying was slightly stunned and a little confused, but the light in Zhou Ze's eyes also infected her, giving her a glimmer of hope. "Thank you."
"Who are these people?"
"Mr. Xi's friend. This is Miss Shi Ling." Zhou Ze introduced Shi Ling with gratitude.
"I'm Su Xingwan, the younger sister of Xi Jin's neighbor. Aunt Song, I heard about Dr. Tang's deeds. I admire him and feel very sympathetic towards him. I will cover all the medical expenses for his treatment in the ICU." Su Xingwan felt that she had to do something, but she didn't have any special abilities. She just had a lot of pocket money.
Song Zhiying greeted them one by one and declined Su Xingwan's help.
During this period, many people wanted to donate to Tang Mingchu, but she rejected them all.
Only two family members are allowed into the ICU ward, and they cannot be replaced during the stay.
But Xiguang Hospital is a private hospital, so Xi Jin used his authority to make an exception and let Shi Ling in as well.
Although Song Zhiying was a little confused as to why Shi Ling was allowed in instead of Zhou Ze, she did not ask after seeing Zhou Ze's hopeful look at Shi Ling.
Although she thought it was absurd, she also began to have hope for this strange girl. Perhaps she could bring about a miracle?
Song Zhiying, Tang Zichen and Shi Ling entered the room together, put on isolation suits, masks, hats, and changed shoes before they could get close to the bed.
Lying on the white hospital bed, Tang Mingchu's hands and neck were covered with bandages. Various large medical equipment were placed on both sides of the bed. He was plugged into various tubes and was wearing a respirator.
Song Zhiying trembled as she held Tang Mingchu's hand. Even though it was covered with a quilt, it was still very cold. She looked at the electrocardiogram monitor next to her in panic. The heart rate curve was almost close to a straight line, with only slight fluctuations.
Song Zhiying burst into tears. "Mingchu, please wake up soon. Zichen and I miss you so much. These past few days, many patients have called and sent messages asking about you, hoping you'll wake up soon. Some of the patients you cured even took trains from far away to bring you flowers and fruit..."
Tang Zichen held Tang Mingchu's feet, "Dad, your feet are so cold, let me warm them for you. I can recite the Three Character Classic now, hurry up and get up, I'll recite it to you. Man is born good..."
Tang Mingchu stood by and cried.
Shi Ling nodded slightly to him.
He climbed onto the hospital bed and slowly lay back down in his own body. As he merged with his body, his consciousness gradually faded.
Shi Ling stood behind Song Zhiying and Tang Zichen, mother and son, and made hand gestures with her hands. Spiritual power surged, and even the hem of her skirt moved without wind.
A circular, patterned mark flew out from between her fingers, appearing on Tang Mingchu's body and spinning rapidly. Countless golden rays of light fell on him like rain.
The golden light she gathered was merit, the merit belonging to the Tang and early Ming dynasties.
Karma is a cycle of karma, and good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. Doctor Tang Mingchu was kind-hearted and practiced good deeds. The merits he had accumulated now became his medicine, pulling him back from the brink of death, helping him escape danger, and keeping him healthy and safe.
Song Zhiying couldn't see, but she kept holding Tang Mingchu's hand and talking, trying to pin her hopes on the faint will to survive and the medical miracle.
But Tang Zichen stared at Shi Ling with his black and white eyes wide open, full of amazement: "Wow, Fairy Sister!"
After Shi Ling finished casting the spell, Song Zhiying clearly felt that Tang Mingchu's hand moved.
She looked at Tang Mingchu's face in surprise, and saw him open his eyes with some difficulty, "Zhiying, don't cry."
It turns out miracles really do happen.
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Good night~
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