The Undying Poison Doctor patted his shoulder reassuringly, sighed deeply, and shook his head as he walked out of the room.
Huangfu Jingchen felt his entire heart sink to the ground; it was so painfully bitter as if something was stuck, making it hard for him to even breathe.
He didn't expect that even with the help of the Undying Poison Doctor, Wenjin would still end up in such a perilous situation.
Looking at Xia Wenjin's face devoid of any color, lying motionlessly on the bed, her breath as fragile as a thread, panic surged in his heart—a heart-wrenching and piercing pain and sorrow. Was he about to lose her?
No, that won't happen.
Didn't the Undying Poison Doctor say that if she wakes up tomorrow morning, it will prove that the antidote is working, and everything will be fine?
