Qiao Lu also felt that Mingfei made sense, "Alright, we'll wait outside. Anan, you focus on the treatment without worry."
Though Chen Ziling was not very assured in his heart, he didn't say anything.
Neither the experienced doctors like the director and Aunt Qiao could wake his father. The only hope now lay with Zhuo Anan.
Everyone exited the ward, Lu Mingfei closed the door and guarded it like a sentinel.
Anan approached the commander and opened the bottle cap.
The Poison Insect uses the blood of the commander's closest kin as its medicinal guide, so it recognizes its master and soon entered the commander's body.
Anan wasn't completely sure, but she knew that if the Spirit Poison couldn't wake the commander, then no medicine would work either.
As time ticked away, Anan checked the commander's pulse. It had been weak before, but now it seemed more stable.
About half an hour later, the people outside the ward were growing anxious.
