These Luxuries Seem Fancy, But It All Means Nothing

Su Xiaoxue really wanted to hear this voice again because not only was the voice very kind, it also brought her warmth and hope, just like a bright light in endless darkness.

She wanted to take a look at Dr. Wang desperately, but she could not move her neck and could only move her eyes. Although she could see, she could not see clearly. What she saw was just a blurry figure.

Oh?

Wang Yao felt that the patient lying on the bed was looking at him. The eyes were like covered with a layer of mist, but they were very calm and soft.

Don't worry.

Thank you.

It was a verbal and silent conversation.

"Did she receive any special treatment lately?"

"Chen Lao comes over to give her an injection every other day. Otherwise, she has not received any other treatments," Song Ruiping said as she let out a sigh of relief.

"This is a good sign. Your illness is slowly recovering," Wang Yao said with a smile to Su Xiaoxue who was lying on the bed.