C24 Divine Therapy

In the intensive care unit of Linhai City First People's Hospital.

Zhang Jiayang lay quietly on the bed. His breathing was even, like a sleeping child.

Lee Miaoke sat on the bed, one of her hands tightly holding the pocket watch that was dyed red by Zhang Jiayang's blood. Looking at Zhang Jiayang, who was sleeping, her heart could not help but beat faster