During this time, Xiao Qinghe has been running a fever, dazing in and out.
Three days later, when Xiao Qinghe just opened his eyes, he heard a heavenly female voice.
"You're awake." It was Qingyue's voice.
Xiao Qinghe looked at the young lady in front of him; her complexion was very pale, and her expression was full of fatigue, "I'm still alive..."
She gently smiled, "Fourth brother, not only will you not die, the poison mix has been completely absorbed, and the meridians in your legs have started to gradually recover. In two months, you'll be able to get up and practice walking slowly."
"Really?" Qinghe was a bit incredulous.
"Why would I deceive you?" Su Qingyue's voice was warm and smooth as water.
Qinghe looked at her haggard features, "Qingyue, you've worked hard."
