"Ah Tang?" Commander Yong rubbed his eyes, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. The one who emerged from the room was indeed his wife.
During this time, his wife had been bedridden, unable to even walk. But now, she astonishingly pushed the door open and stepped out on her own.
Her steps were still somewhat unsteady, but it was clear that she had recovered a great deal. Although she walked with difficulty, she could take steps and move about by herself.
Most importantly, her face now bore a healthier glow, the previous sallowness faded, replaced by a hint of rosy color.
This rosy complexion was the normal hue of a healthy person.
For a moment, Commander Yong couldn't contain his joy. He broke into a trot towards her but then remembered that the murderous aura within him had been the cause of his wife's illness. He stopped in his tracks.