Chen Zhen truly found it surreal; he didn't utter a word, just followed behind Qiao Qiqi, watching as Qiao Qiqi walked to the bedside, bent over, and gripped Mi Huan's delicate white wrist, furrowing her brow as she pinched it for a few seconds. At this moment, Mi Huan awoke, looking bewildered at the person before her.
"Qiqi, how is Mi Huan's condition? Can she recover?" Qiao Jiezhe looked at his sister anxiously.
Mi Huan was a key figure in this variety show. If she couldn't be cured, it would be a huge blow to the show.
"I can't guarantee, I can only try my best. Are you willing to let me try?" Qiao Qiqi asked the girl on the sickbed.
The girl looked at the woman in front of her, who appeared like a fairy, and nodded solemnly.
Qiao Jiezhe was still somewhat disappointed in his heart, but Chen Zhen thought it was normal; after all, who could guarantee they could truly cure a poisoned person?
