Xiao Pingfeng woke up, much to everyone's relief.
"Now that Song Huaxu is dead, Xiaoliu, there is still one important matter weighing heavily on my mind,"
At this moment, only the doctor and the patient remained in the room.
The patient looked at the doctor and let out a long sigh, "How soon can I leave the mountain?"
Yan Lingzhen couldn't help but want to roll her eyes, "You'll need at least a month before you can even get out of bed."
"Then wouldn't that mean I'd have to propose to your sister a month later? By then, her belly will be so big, she'll complain to me that the wedding clothes look terrible." Xiao Pingfeng thought for a moment and then outright refused, "Don't you have some Miraculous Elixir that can shorten the time?"
Yan Lingzhen packed away the items in her medicine chest, "Medicine is a poison in itself, my sister would kill me if she knew."
Moreover, how could a doctor engage in such reckless, quick-fix methods?
