Son, Good Luck!

Shen Hongyang and his wife immediately rushed in to check on the old man. All they saw was Elder Shen sleeping peacefully in bed, his cheeks rosy and his breathing steady.

Song Yaoyao was dizzy. She quickly leaned against the wall, lowered herself, and crouched down to get some rest.

"Are you okay?"

The doctors took the old man for some examinations, and a group of people followed behind.

Shen Xun held onto her and checked whether she was okay.

"I'm fine."

No wonder her grandfather refused to do acupuncture in his later days. It was mentally exhausting. After two hours of complete concentration, Song Yaoyao's brain hurt whenever she tried to think of something. 

She desperately needed some rest.

In the distance, Huo Yunque had just stepped out of the elevator. He spotted Elder Huo leaning against the wall smiling at him.

"How did it go?"

He raised an eyebrow and continued walking. "Where is she?"