Last night, after Ling Zhenfei helped with the treatment here, word of this place had already spread. Today, with Ling Zhenfei coming again, he naturally became the center of attention. Many people leaned against the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of Ling Zhenfei's presence.
Qin Guan and the medical staff couldn't chase them away, nor did they dare to speak loudly, so they could only tell people not to make any noise.
Like this, Ling Zhenfei continued treating until two in the afternoon and finally stopped.
Ling Zhenfei was drenched from head to toe. While treating this lung disease, his spiritual energy had been constantly transmitting, consuming a lot of it, not to mention it was physically exhausting.
"Mr. Ling, are you tired?" Qin Guan, who had been standing by, asked.
Ling Zhenfei said, "I am a bit tired. Your father's illness has almost been treated, and his body will gradually recover. I have some elixir here; take one every three days, and that should be fine."
