Just two days and nights after being cursed, Li Tianhong lay in bed, looking pale and much thinner.
Nan Qiao stepped forward to check his pulse and instructed the caregiver on how to administer medicine to Li Tianhong.
Examination complete.
Li Tianhong slowly opened his eyes, seeing the three people who entered, and sat up.
The caregiver helped him, letting Li Tianhong lean against the headboard.
"You're here." Li Tianhong's voice was hoarse, weak.
Old Mr. Li and Li Yehan couldn't help but lament that the poison of the curse was truly lethal, taking lives invisibly.
Li Tianhong looked at the three people standing beside him, focusing on Li Yehan's indifferent face.
Li Yehan looked noble, out of reach.
Li Tianhong forced a smile: "Nan Qiao, thank you for saving me."
"You're welcome, Grandpa Li asked me to do it." Nan Qiao didn't want to accept this thanks.
So many mistakes cannot simply be glossed over with a "thank you."