Suddenly, a surprised shout came from the chief doctor inside: "There's hope! The child has hope! The child might be saved!"
"Quick! Start emergency treatment immediately, hurry and prepare!"
A few doctors and nurses promptly brought in all the necessary instruments and equipment.
The doctor's words made Baili Xia exhale heavily, her legs subconsciously weakening.
Mu Lingchuan looked at Baili Xia excitedly, his voice hoarse: "Thank you."
He didn't have much energy to thank Baili Xia, so he looked at Zimo, speaking softly: "Zimo, the child is alright, you must also be okay, I'll be waiting for you."
The doctor gazed at Baili Xia with amazement: "Miss Xiaxia, what ointment did you use? It's incredibly miraculous! I've been practicing medicine for years and have never seen anything like this."
Baili Xia just weakly shook her head.
She wouldn't disclose the origin of the ointment, but no matter where it came from, saving Zimo was what truly mattered.
