Fang Bai let out a "haha" and patted the little girl's head, blinking as he said, "What do you think?"
"I bet it is. Otherwise, how could Uncle have cured Daddy so quickly?"
The little girl said earnestly.
At this moment, Fang Bai had become more than just a celestial being in the little girl's heart; even Wang Miaomiao began to harbor the same notion.
To Wang Miaomiao, if it hadn't been for Fang Bai's intervention, it was likely that none of the dozen seriously injured people at the scene would have survived; yet now, under Fang Bai's skillful hands, they were not only all conscious but also seemed to be in high spirits.
If one had not witnessed it with their own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that these people were, just moments ago, gasping for life, critically injured, and even in a moribund state.
Every time Fang Bai finished treating a patient, Wang Miaomiao would rub her eyes vigorously, even pinching herself hard, to remind her that this might not be a dream.
