Bei Lingsu quickly arrived, and she seemed to be without abnormalities.
She took Tong Sanlang's pulse and asked about some details carefully before saying, "His pulse has stabilized, and he is recovering quite quickly."
"Then why hasn't he woken up yet?" Qiao Xiaomai hurriedly asked.
"Perhaps his body is in the middle of repairing itself, and does not have sufficient strength to wake up. Just continue to brew his medicine and feed him liquid food, he should be fine," Bei Lingsu reassured. "Look, his complexion is better than last night."
It was a bit better, but not by much.
Looking at him was still startlingly alarming.
She stared at Tong Sanlang's pale face for a moment and her nose tingled, nearly shedding tears again, "Give me a few recipes, I'll go make them."
"Didn't the retired emperor send over a piece of old ginseng? Add some polished rice and cook it into porridge."