Lu Mingfei lay down on the bed, glanced at the time, "Take out the soup and drink some before you sleep."
She had drawn so much blood, and even cut her chest. He felt more pain than if they had taken his blood.
An An obediently went inside and brought out the soup. It was made with medicinal herbs to replenish blood, with a slightly strange taste and several kinds of Chinese herbs added in.
She drank it all in one go, then handed him the bowl for inspection, just to put his mind at ease.
"Finished, not very tasty."
"Good, you need to get better quickly."
An An returned the bowl to the small kitchen. When she came back out, Lu Mingfei moved to the side, "An An, sleep here."
An An hesitated, a bit worried, "Is it okay? I'm afraid I'll bump into you."
The human lumbar spine is a very critical area, and the fact that he could recover to this extent was beyond An An's imagination.
"It's fine, I know my own body."
