Two hours later, Tang Qing still hadn't come to, but her breathing was even, and her complexion had returned to normal, she was just worn out and sleeping.
Thump, thump, thump.
A knock on the door sounded, and Chen Wei got up and walked over to open it, only to find a server pushing a trolley.
"Sir, here is the medicinal broth you requested. We have prepared it all according to your specifications," the server reported.
In the face of such a lavish spender, one really dared not show any disrespect, and the server's attitude was so reverential that treating Chen Wei as an ancestor was no exaggeration.
After all, not doing so would mean a certain loss of one's job in this service industry.
"Okay, thank you," Chen Wei said, picking up the bowl of broth and turning to close the door.
"Not at all, you're welcome," the server responded, even though the door had already closed, before pushing the trolley away.
