The next day.
Under the light, Yu Tingwan awoke, had breakfast, and went next door to relieve Elder Ge.
Elder Ge didn't dare sleep much last night, dozing off constantly, now so exhausted his eyes couldn't stay open. After all, with age, even walking seemed a bit unsteady. After leaving the room, he couldn't help but give some final reminders.
"I've put the medicine on the stove to stew, watch over it carefully, don't let it over-boil. Let him eat about half an hour after the meal."
"He hasn't woken up yet, when he does, give him a few sips of water first."
Yu Tingwan noted it down.
After seeing Elder Ge off back to his room, she finally entered the pharmacy.
The young lady walked over to glance at Wei Zhao, who was sleeping soundly with a calm breath.
After a whole night, his face was still deathly pale.
A kind of weak, sickly white.
He didn't look very good.
His breathing was faintly discernible.
