When the golden light disappeared, Dong Miao was already lying upright on the floor.
His soul had returned, but he had been away from his body for too long and his Yang energy had been severely depleted, so his face was as pale as paper and he couldn't wake up so soon.
On the other end of the hospital, Fu Shi saw that Shen Chun's heart rate suddenly increased.
Her long eyelashes fluttered for a long time before she finally opened her eyes.
Shen Chun felt that the atmosphere in the ICU was terrifyingly gloomy. Everyone's foreheads were covered in sweat, and their faces were pale. It was obvious that they were frightened by her 'long sleep'.
"If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to call the fortune teller." As Fu Shi held her hand, Shen Chun could feel the cold sweat on his palm.
But which fortune teller could save her? Desperate times call for desperate measures.
