Ye Ling was finally saved. From afternoon until night, he was finally out of danger. Shen Qianshu's heart also became more settled. Shen Qianshu had been accompanying him by his side. The only good news was that Ye Ling was awake. This should be the last psychiatric treatment, and there would not be any high-intensity treatment in the future. The medical team also boldly used new medicine on him. The results were very good.
He slept soundly, and his whole body broke out in a sweat. Shen Qianshu wiped his sweat again and again and wiped until her hands were wobbly. However, she could not bear to hand this to other people to do it. When Ye Ling opened his eyes, she was by his side looking at him gently. Her smile was warm.
"Qianshu…" His voice was somewhat hoarse, but he said a sentence which made her heart soften. "I dreamed of you."
