On the third day after Shen Bozhou arrived at the mountain, he still hadn't woken up.

His internal energy had been regulated, and his external wounds were healing. Spiritual power was infused into him twice a day, and the patient's complexion was no longer as pale as it initially was. His breathing was steady, and even his sleep talking had lessened.

But why was there still no sign of him opening his eyes?

Little Tao Immortal and the century-old chicken exchanged glances.@@novelbin@@

"Could it be... am I really just an incompetent doctor?"

He muttered to himself, in disbelief.

The yellow chicken clucked twice.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I've lived for over a thousand years and seen everything. Let me try again."

He began to ponder various methods.

Having a patient at home who did nothing but breathe didn't put much pressure on Tao Mian.

He usually spent his days tending to flowers, plants, and trees, maintaining tea sets and wine vessels, all of which required effort, yet he found joy in them.

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