"Yes," Xiang Wentian said with a bitter smile.
"Phew..." Nangong Wudi let out a long sigh, "Vivi's condition is beyond my imagination. To radiate such coldness even on a ten-thousand-year warm jade bed, I'm afraid I can only extend her life by six months."
Six months? A look of disappointment crossed Xiang Wentian's face, but he didn't blame Nangong Wudi. After all, even his second uncle had issued Vivi a death notice.
Hopefully, Qin Yu can really save Vivi!
...
Qin Yu and Su Ziyan slept soundly and didn't wake up until the sun was three poles high.
Having had a good rest, Qin Yu felt more confident about treating Xiang Weiwei.
Qin Yu delicately shifted Su Ziyan's head from his arm, which had grown a little sore from being pressed, and slowly sat up.
Su Ziyan, unaccustomed to the movement, twisted slightly and mumbled drowsily, "Honey, what are you doing? Let's sleep a bit more."
"Wife, I have to treat Weiwei soon, can't sleep anymore."
