In the room.
Qin Feng finished his cultivation, and Lin Xue'er was also hazily waking up at this moment.
She was getting weaker and weaker.
She seemed to be in a constant fever, and her eyes were becoming dull and lifeless.
This worried Qin Feng greatly.
He had tried every possible method—giving her Dragon Emperor's Blood to drink and attempting Yin Yang Fusion, and now their only hope was waiting to gather the needed medicinal herbs to save her.
"I hope we can gather those medicinal herbs today."
Qin Feng said with a furrowed brow.
"Husband…"
At this moment, Lin Xue'er weakly murmured, turning her head to look at Qin Feng.
Husband?
Qin Feng sighed.
He wanted to correct her, but seeing her weak state, how could he bear to do so? He simply responded, sitting beside the bed, saying, "I'm here."
Lin Xue'er struggled to grasp Qin Feng's hand and said again, "Husband, I feel so horrible. Am I going to die soon…?"
