Looking at the expressionless face of Yin Hun the Nineteenth, Mike carried Niannian out.
Around ten o'clock at night, Mike returned with Niannian, who had already fallen asleep, and placed her in the small cradle.
Then he saw that Yin Hun the Nineteenth was still kneeling beside the large bed in the same posture, his face extremely grim, and Tang Qingxue still showed no signs of waking up.
"Young Master, it's time to go down for dinner! You haven't eaten anything all day!" Mike gently persuaded from the side.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth raised his deep eyes to glance at him, "Isn't the bloodstain fake? Why is there no effect at all?"
Mike looked again at Tang Qingxue lying on the bed, "Young Master, it should be effective, otherwise, Miss Tang would have been dead by now."
"Then why hasn't she woken up?"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth asked blankly, Mike gave a wry smile, feeling helpless, realizing the young master is the doctor here, and he, merely a servant, understood little.
