Ji Qingya and her husband, Jiang Wendong, sighed, their faces clouded with melancholy.
They knew that Jiang Xinghai's decisions were always born of deep deliberation and firm conviction.
This son of theirs was not only a superb physician but was also exceptionally perceptive, skilled at finding clues within complex predicaments.
At this moment, the scent of acupuncture and the medicinal aroma of the Replenishing Pill intertwined within the hospital room, creating a strangely harmonious atmosphere.
Ji Qing kept his eyes tightly shut, sensing the power gradually returning to his body. His heart was a maelstrom of emotions.
He was heartbroken by his son's betrayal, yet overwhelmed with gratitude for his grandson's selfless aid.
