Hu Huanhuan gracefully walked into the inner bedroom. Upon seeing Shen Ping unconscious on the bed, the grief on her face could no longer be concealed.
She placed the food box on the table beside the bed, her expression sorrowful, as she took out a bowl of soup and a bowl of plain porridge, and said quietly, "I've made ginseng soup and plain porridge. I'll feed him some..."
Hu Huanhuan's voice was husky and sobbing, as if she were talking to Duan Rong or perhaps to herself.
Duan Rong said, "He can't take ginseng soup right now. You can try feeding him some plain porridge."
"This is wild ginseng. He can't take it?" Hu Huanhuan looked up, her eyes suspiciously directed at Duan Rong.
Duan Rong, being young, and in Hu Huanhuan's view, not a physician, could he be that sure?
