Watching Ji Huan drink the potion with a large dose of Aconite, to be honest, everyone in the ward felt as if their hearts were in their throats, extremely nervous, afraid that something might go wrong after Ji Huan took the medicine.
Zhang Jiwei was no exception, rubbing his hands constantly, with sweat pouring from his forehead.
In contrast, Lu Xuan appeared much calmer.
"Take a good rest first, and take the second dose in two hours."
Ji Huan didn't say much either; the medicine was already taken, and there was no point in regretting it now, so he might as well just sleep if he needed to.
However, while Ji Huan closed his eyes and went to rest without a care in the world, everyone else in the ward was nervously fixated on him, their eyes never leaving his face.
Zheng Xianjue cautiously approached Zhang Jiwei and whispered, "Director, do you think this will work?"
"It should be fine," Zhang Jiwei responded subconsciously.
"Huh?"
