"How long until she wakes up?"
Xiao Feng asked Sun Shijie, who was squatting on the steps smoking a pipe.
Sun Shijie took a couple more puffs and replied, "I don't really know. There's no precedent to follow; we can only make judgments based on her physical condition."
"What is your judgment then?" Xiao Feng frowned.
In truth, he was quite annoyed with Sun Shijie's tendency to answer "not sure, can't guarantee, hard to say," but this seemed to be the rule in their line of work—never speak definitively.
"It's currently impossible to judge," Sun Shijie explained. "To get results, at the very least her bones need to stop breaking."
Inside, the little girl grasped Lu Yao's hand, resting her head on her shoulder, looking at Lin Jiaxuan with eyes full of sympathy.
Lin Zhiyan sat with a gloomy face, silent, but every time she heard the sound of bones cracking, her body would tremble. Clearly, her heart wasn't as calm as her expression suggested.
