Pei Yibai hung up the phone and met Song Weiyi's gleaming gaze.
"How is it? Mr. Xu and the old lady are okay, right?"
On the way back, Pei Yibai called Aunt Wang and asked her to immediately start preparing blood-nourishing soup or porridge.
So it was just a few minutes ago that Song Weiyi had guzzled down a large bowl of Four Materials Soup, an extensive and potent tonic.
Now her mouth still retained the taste of Chinese medicine.
"Temporarily stable," Pei Yibai said as he put down his cell phone and sat down beside Song Weiyi.
"What do you mean by 'temporarily'? Does that mean there is still danger?" Song Weiyi furrowed her brows and asked.
"Otherwise, what do you think, that drawing your blood would solve everything forever? They must have other injuries."
They were old, and such a car accident was practically claiming their lives.
Recovery would be hard to achieve and the process exceedingly painful.
"Ah..." Song Weiyi sighed again and again.