The crowd rushed into the ward in a swarm.
On the hospital bed, Feng Tian lay quietly, his complexion flush with color, his breath long and steady, as the various data shown on the life-support machine beside him were stable and strong.
"Son, son..."
Feng Zhenghua and his wife charged to the bedside, calling out anxiously.
Feng Tian, who had been in a coma, slowly opened his eyes.
"Dad, Mom..."
"Son, you, you finally woke up, my son, you scared Mom to death."
Feng Zhenghua's wife clung tightly to Feng Tian's hand, laying on her son's body, sobbing endlessly.
After Feng Zhenghua let out a long sigh of relief, tears streamed down his face as well.
Zhang Haitao and the rest of the medical staff at the hospital looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Although they had witnessed Su Fan's medical skills more than once, medicine isn't a spell, after all; Su Fan's methods seemed to be bordering on resurrecting the dead.
