Lin Zishuang only had a superficial understanding of medicine; her grandmother was the best doctor in the Ling tribe.
She stood by, unable to help feeling nervous.
"Shuang'er, take good care of him tonight, and give him an Ice Snow Lotus Pill to hold in his mouth later, "
The old lady had just finished speaking when Feng Tianyou drowsily called out Shuang'er's name.
Lin Zishuang thought he was waking up and quickly clasped his hand, "I'm here, I'm here. You will definitely be okay."
After waiting for a while, Lin Zishuang didn't see any signs of him waking up.
"Grandma, is he waking up?"
"He won't wake up so quickly. Just watch over him and call me if anything happens."
After all, Feng Tianyou's poisoning was also related to Shuang'er, so it was natural for her to take care of him.
Moreover, seeing Feng Tianyou hurt like this, he was still calling out for Shuang'er.
In such situations, the person whose name the patient calls is often the one he cares about the most.
