Song Lianhe hadn't slept all night.
Zhou Junlin had also kept vigil all night.
It wasn't until the third crow of the rooster outside, sometime in the early hours, that Song Lianhe wearily rose to her feet. "It's done."
Hearing her, Zhou Junlin immediately stepped forward. "Is the poison neutralized?"
"It is."
"Then why isn't she awake yet?"
Song Lianhe looked up at him, exhausted. "The poison is neutralized, but its effects are not so easily reversed. She will likely remain unconscious for a few more days."
"A few days?"
Faced with Zhou Junlin's relentless questioning, Song Lianhe said, slightly annoyed, "Three days! If she isn't awake in three days, you can have my head!"
Zhou Junlin: "..."
'No one had ever dared to speak to him like that.' He found it somewhat hard to accept.
'If it weren't for all her hard work treating the patient, he would have certainly had her punished.'
