Lin Dong left the sickroom and Qiao Bing followed him.
"Lin Dong, listen to me," Qiao Bing began, blocking Lin Dong's way.
"Sister Bing, your instructor doesn't welcome me. I'll wait for you outside the hospital, and I'll come to pick you up after work," Lin Dong said.
Qiao Bing looked at Lin Dong seriously and asked, "Lin Dong, did you really say that patient was struck by witchcraft?"
"Is heart bypass surgery really useless?"
Lin Dong nodded, "It's useless, the heart bypass surgery won't wake her. To wake her up, the only way is to break the witchcraft on her."
"Can you break it?" Qiao Bing asked hurriedly.
"I can, but it will need two treatment courses," Lin Dong said. "The first course is to wipe off the witch text, then the second, acupuncture treatment."
"Although she can be woken up midway, if the second acupuncture treatment isn't done, she will soon faint again. And the symptoms will be more severe than before."