She didn't want to stand here for three days and three nights as punishment. This would be more painful than killing her.
About twenty minutes later, the nurse who had gone out to boil the medicine came back with a bowl of amber medicine soup in her hand.
Mo Laishi took the medicine, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, nodded and said, "Okay, let it cool down and feed it to Master Ling through the tube."
The nurse did as she was told, and soon, a bowl of medicine soup was fed directly into Ling Jianshe's stomach.
In a short while, Ling Jianshe's complexion became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Look, the patient is recovering."
"It's amazing! I've never heard of this kind of treatment."
"Isn't it? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was true."
Some of the younger directors began to discuss.
It's no wonder they were so surprised. Just an hour ago, the hospital had issued a critical illness notice and it seemed that the patient was dying. Unexpectedly, this white-haired young man brought the patient back to life with just one move.
No one would believe this kind of thing if I told them.
Five minutes later, Ling Jianshe woke up slowly, but was obviously still a little weak.
"Dad!" Ling Yunshuang was the first to rush in.
Peng Yunhua and Liu Kang looked at each other, and they could see deep resentment and hatred in each other's eyes.
But the show must go on.
The two entered the intensive care unit one after the other.
"Honey, how do you feel now?" Peng Yuhua asked with concern.
"Mr. Ling, I'm so glad you're okay." Liu Kang also looked ecstatic.
Mo Laishi glanced at the two of them with disdain, a hint of a sneer on his face as he said, "It's come to this point, and you're still pretending? Is that fun?"
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