"Who woke up?"
Dr. Li's face was brimming with pride, but it vanished in an instant.
Hearing the familiar voice, Liu Qianqian exclaimed in surprise.
"Old Jia, you're alright!"
"How is that possible!"
The nurse in charge of the ICU ward looked at Jia Long as if seeing a ghost.
The onlookers, there for the commotion, were all dumbfounded as well.
"Didn't the patient in this room already receive several critical condition notices?"
"Yeah, I thought he wouldn't make it through the day."
"I didn't expect that in just half a day, he'd actually be able to get out of bed and walk."
Seeing Jia Long walk out of the ICU ward unscathed, Zhang Xiaowei's face bloomed with a smile.
Dr. Li had clearly been cornered into silence by me just now, so he had targeted the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine treatments.
Little did he expect that his words would backfire on him as soon as they left his mouth.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
