She silently walked to her father's side and stood still.
Yu Fusheng noticed someone approaching and turned his head slightly to glance at her.
His thick brows furrowed even tighter.
The bedroom was extremely quiet, so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
The traditional Chinese medicine practitioner focused intently while performing acupuncture, sweat gradually forming on his forehead. Another doctor took a tissue and wiped the sweat for him.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Mei Lvge gradually calmed down, no longer muttering nonsense. Her hands became steady, and her breathing grew increasingly even-paced.
The doctor slowly withdrew the needles.
Yu Ruohuan couldn't hold back and stepped forward to ask, "Doctor, how is my great-grandmother?"
The doctor motioned for silence, putting the silver needles back into their case before finally exiting the bedroom.
Yu Fusheng took one last look at the peacefully sleeping Mei Lvge and followed the doctor out.
