After finishing his words, Ye Lingfeng's eyelids drooped, and he fainted once more. Zhouzhou's smile, which had just begun to bloom, quickly fell, replaced by a look of worry. She called out anxiously, "Daddy, wake up quickly."
Despite her persistent calls, Ye Lingfeng remained unresponsive. Zhouzhou placed her small, chubby hand on his pulse and sighed.
Zhao Xinghua, watching nearby, was startled. Had Ye Lingfeng fainted from anger? Wen Jing approached and checked his pulse, and her expression softened. "The poison is halfway neutralized. The rest will take time."
"Yes," Zhouzhou nodded vigorously, clutching Ye Lingfeng's hand. She leaned in close, her small face pressed against his, and whispered, "Daddy, you need to wake up soon."
She then gave him a kiss on the cheek and hopped off the chair, turning her attention to finding a complete antidote for the poison.