They sought out various medicinal herbs, crafted different pills, and tried all sorts of methods.
However, an entire month passed, and although Yang Luo's injuries had mostly healed, he still hadn't woken up.
"It's been a month, why hasn't Mr. Yang woken up yet?"
"Mr. Yang's injuries have mostly healed, so why hasn't he regained consciousness?"
"Where exactly did it go wrong?"
"Mr. Yang, you can't fall down like this. Please wake up soon!"
The people gathered around the towering mountains cried out in grief, hoping Yang Luo could awaken.
At this moment.
On the high platform.
Bujie gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with Brother Yang's body that he still can't wake up?
Even in the past, Brother Yang never stayed comatose for this long, right?"
Song Zhixin's eyes were red, and she choked up, saying, "Little Luo, you must not fall!
Didn't you say you would lead us step by step to become strong?
