In her sight, a tall figure stood there.
He had his back to Baili Xia, his long ink-colored hair casually tied back, seemingly busy at work.
It seemed that he was always this busy every day.
Always busy researching new medical techniques, busy organizing his materials.
Mr. Nangong, the one who had massaged her shoulder for a whole night, was him.
Just a doctor, yet he could be this dedicated and diligent.
Had he really not stopped for the entire night?
Was that real, or just a dream?
Baili Xia slightly moved her left hand and miraculously found it not that painful anymore.
Overjoyed, she quickly used her right hand to prop herself up and got up from the bed.
Upon hearing the noise, Nangong Xu turned his head to look at her.
Seeing her complexion had completely recovered its rosy glow, he was finally relieved.
"After a whole night of massaging, the results are indeed good." He said calmly, "It seems you are doing a lot better?"
