What Song Zhenrong trusted was Miracle Doctor Mo; only with Miracle Doctor Mo acting as a bridge was he willing to let these Doctors stay by his younger sister's side.
"For the days to come, I'll be troubling you, Miracle Doctor Mo."
Song Zhenrong bowed.
To save his sister's life, over this one night, he had no idea how many favors he now owed.
But as long as his sister survived, everything was worth it.
Debts of favor, he would repay them slowly, one by one.
Although his sister had been rescued, her daily conditioning still needed people to help with it.
Since Divine Doctor Ding hadn't given any special instructions, Miracle Doctor Mo's volunteering had naturally become the best choice.
Watching the sky gradually grow light, Song Zhenrong let out a breath; this interminable night had finally been endured.
His gaze turned toward the direction of the Foolish Underworld, and Song Zhenrong fell into thought.
