Half an hour later, the door of the ward was opened from the inside by Shi Man.
Lu Xiang was the first to pounce on her. Her throat rolled up and down, but she was so nervous that she could not speak. She only asked Shi Man silently with her eyes.
The doctors outside had not yet left. Although they were very busy, they also wanted to know what she could do about this illness they were helpless against.
Shi Man nodded at her with a smile.
Lu Xiang almost cried tears of joy. She patted Shi Man's hand gratefully and bypassed her to rush into the ward. She touched her son's cold forehead with her own hands and was relieved. Tears fell from her eyes.
Surprised, the doctors came in to check on Yi Zheng's physical condition. They realized that not only had his fever completely subsided, but his pale skin had also regained some color after losing too much blood. He looked like he was indeed out of danger. They could not help but look at Shi Man in shock.
