"I mean, Shu Xuan, I admit that this Ye Fei indeed has some skills, but does this thing really work?"
"It feels like something a fortune teller at our doorstep would use!"
Zhong Ning accompanied Bai Shuxuan to the front gate of the courtyard.
Her steps hesitant.
The talisman radiated a red glow under the sunlight.
On the golden-yellow rice paper, a series of unfamiliar spells were revealed.
Bai Shuxuan said stubbornly, "He was able to diagnose your illness, wasn't he?"
"My mom has been in a coma for two years now, and we've sought out famous doctors all over the world to no avail!"
"Now we have no choice but to put it all on one throw!"
Bai Shuxuan took a deep breath.
The steps she took crossing the threshold were deliberate.
She gently pushed open her mother's room.
A middle-aged man in Tang attire was surrounded by a row of butlers.
The woman sleeping on the bed breathed evenly, as if she were in a sweet dream.
