However, out of respect for her relatives, she went over to comfort Tang Wanru. "Hey, don't think too much.
Xianrou is blessed. She will definitely be fine."
The outside world was in an uproar. Everyone in the capital knew that her medicine had killed someone. The He family was not a nobody. How could she be fine?!
The Heavens helped the good? Laughable.
Tang Wanru gritted her teeth and looked towards the ward again. She really wanted to rush in and grab Qiao Nian to beg the He family for mercy, but she didn't dare.
She didn't dare to do so at all.
She was still afraid of Qiao Nian's revenge.
Tang Wanru could only clench the strap of her bag and leave the hospital angrily.
* * *
Inside Old Master Jiang's ward.
The walls and bedsheets in the ward were all pure white. In the whiteness, an old man with white hair was lying quietly on the hospital bed.
At this moment, the old man's body was connected to various instruments. His eyes were tightly shut as if he was sleeping peacefully.
In the quiet ward, only the beeping of the equipment could be heard.
Qiao Nian stood by Old Master Jiang's bed for a while after she entered. Then, she dragged a stool over and sat
down.
She pulled up the blanket for the unconscious person on the bed and then looked at the electrocardiogram.
The waves were calm.
Old Master Jiang's condition was better than she had imagined. His various indicators had stabilized, but he had yet to wake up.
Qiao Nian had studied medicine herself.
She understood that under such circumstances, there was no other way but to wait.
She could only wait for the old master to wake up.
She sat by the bed for a while, then got up and carefully tucked Old Master Jiang in before tiptoeing out.
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