When Song Fan arrived at the hospital, Su Ming looked as if he had aged a few years, having stayed up for several nights.
"Miss Song, is it time for acupuncture?" He checked the time; it was almost midnight. Song Fan rarely came this late.
Song Fan walked to Gu Chen's bedside, took his pulse to ensure his condition was stable, and then took out the antidote.
Su Ming watched her with excitement. "Is this the antidote?"
"Like last time, it can temporarily suppress the poison, at least enough to wake him up." Song Fan quickly injected the antidote into Gu Chen and, while Su Ming wasn't paying attention, pocketed the blood-stained cotton ball.
Su Ming didn't notice her unusual action. "That's great. As long as we have some antidote, we can suppress the poison."
He had great faith in Song Fan, believing that as long as she was by Gu Chen's side, he would surely survive.
