"Doctor Zhao, how is my brother?"
Shen Qingmeng saw Zhao Tienan slowly walking out of the ward, so she immediately rushed over, grabbed his arm, and anxiously asked.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears, and her delicate face was overwhelmed by sadness, making her look even more pitiful.
"Fortunately, your brother is lucky; he is currently out of danger."
"I've already taken care of his wound, but he lost a lot of blood and needs to rest well for a period of time."
"I'll prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine to replenish his blood and stabilize his condition. You must ensure he takes it daily without fail for half a year."
Zhao Tienan sighed and said very wearily.
The truth is, the surgery just now was particularly exhausting, and Zhao Tienan just wants to find a place to sleep well; he wants nothing more to do with anything right now.
"Doctor Zhao, thank you. I will never forget your great kindness and virtue in this lifetime."
