Time passed by minute by minute, and the four people in the hall remained silent, not even making a sound, except for the occasional soft murmurs from Jiang Yurou, expressing her concern for Fei Fei before falling back into a deep sleep.
It wasn't long before Wu Dequan also dozed off, his head lolling in a daze.
These past few days, Wu Dequan could be said to be the most exhausted, not only taking care of the sick Fei Fei but also attending to Jiang Yurou, contacting Master Zhikong, and dealing with a series of tasks that all required his management. As a man, especially one whom a woman trusted, it was his turn to shoulder everything.
And now, Master Zhikong had finally arrived and, with an air of nonchalance, made a promise that Fei Fei's sickness was nothing serious and that he had a way to resolve it. With this assurance, the nerves that had been taut for several days finally relaxed, and Wu Dequan felt fatigued. So, following Jiang Yurou, he fell into a deep slumber.