"What should we do?" Moqian took a drag on his cigarette, looking rather puzzled. "Are you joking? Even the Sages couldn't revive her; do you think two hypnotists from the seven continents and four oceans can do it?"
"You and I both know what Su Wen's mental problem is—it's nothing more than the death of her child and her brother," he continued. "But it's been twenty years, her brother hasn't returned, and her child is already dead. Who can wake her up?"
Upon hearing this, the Third Madam calmed down.
"You're right."
Su Wen will definitely not wake up.
In the medical room.
The ice bed was surrounded by various medical instruments, displaying dense data on their screens.
This was Ying Zijin's first time seeing the famous Madam Su Wen of the City of the World.
The woman lay quietly on the ice bed, her appearance unchanged from twenty years ago.
Her looks might not be stunningly beautiful, but her aura was unmatched.
