Su Qing appreciated Gu Xinsheng's kindness and nodded quickly. "Yes, Uncle Gu. I have faith my mom will be okay. She's a good person; she'll pull through."
"Right, right." Gu Xinsheng nodded eagerly.
Su Qing glanced toward the specialists' consultation room, pursing her lips. Over the past two days, she had channeled some green mist into Li Wan, but not much. She was worried that a recovery that was too fast would arouse suspicion. After all, Li Wan had been sick for so many years, and the severity of her condition was plain for all to see. Any recovery would have to be a gradual process.
However, she wasn't a doctor. She didn't know the current extent of Li Wan's illness. That was something only a medical diagnosis could determine.
Su Qing wasn't actually nervous, but a strange pang of sorrow and grief washed over her. She knew with certainty that it wasn't her own emotion—perhaps it was a residual feeling from the body's original owner.
