Yang Yifeng patted his shoulder, "Brother Wang, you don't have to be polite with me."
"Hmm," Wang Zhenguo nodded, his face filled with excitement and agitation, and his gaze toward Yang Yifeng was even more respectful.
"Divine Doctor Yang, do you know when my daughter will be able to wake up?" Wang Zhenguo asked, now regarding Yang Yifeng as almost a divine presence.
Yang Yifeng shook his head, "The specific time will depend on her constitution. However, you can spend more time with her; who knows, her condition might improve."
Wang Zhenguo nodded repeatedly, "Hmm."
...
Wang Zhenguo and Liu Xiaofeng went to buy medicine, while Yang Yifeng arrived at Lin Xiaoting's bedroom door.
He knocked gently twice on the door, but no sound came from inside.
Yang Yifeng pushed the door open.
Inside, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old sat by the window, holding a brush and drawing on paper, her hand trembling severely.
