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Chapter 352 But I Don't Want Him to Wake Up

She couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If only there were a spiritual spring space that could nourish the body, then Ming Xiangyang might not have been unconscious for so long.

The Ming family's medical skills are unparalleled in the region, but they were helpless in the face of his condition. I really don't know how he is now.

In the end, Shen Li still bought wild ginseng from her spatial storage. As for whether it was authentic or not, she didn't know, so she spent a lot of money.

Ming Xiangyang is currently unconscious and unable to eat anything, so even the best medicine is ineffective.

But I can definitely drink ginseng soup!

Upon arriving at the Ming family's courtyard gate, Zhao Qing stepped forward and knocked on the gate.

Mingxing opened the door. When he saw Shen Li and the other two, a brief look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he slammed the door shut.

Zhao Qing was stunned and turned to look at Shen Li with a puzzled expression.

Shen Li's lips twitched, her heart filled with confusion: What's going on here? Feng Ye also frowned, looking bewildered.

The three looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Shen Li looked at Feng Ye and asked疑惑地问道, "Am I different today?"

Feng Ye shook his head: "No, even if President Shen has changed his appearance, he should still recognize me and Zhao Qing, right?"

Just as the three were filled with doubt, the tightly closed courtyard gate slowly opened again.

It was Butler Hu who arrived.

He strode up to Shen Li, his face full of apology, and said earnestly, "Comrade Shen, I'm so sorry! Mingxing is young and impetuous, and he didn't treat me well. Please don't take it to heart."

A hint of surprise flashed through Shen Li's mind, but she didn't think much of it.

Mingxing was not as composed as Mingcheng, and he probably blamed himself for causing his master to fall into a coma, which is why he treated her so coldly.

Thinking about it this way, she suddenly understood—anyone would feel resentful in such a situation, and it's only natural to blame her.

Shen Li gently shook her head, her tone gentle: "It's nothing, he's just too worried about Ming Xiangyang."

She followed Butler Hu into the courtyard, where Zhao Qing and Feng Ye were waiting.

As she entered, she handed over what she was carrying, her tone somewhat tentative: "Uncle Hu, these are some things I bought on a whim, I don't know if I'll need them."

Butler Hu took the items, handed them to Mingcheng who was standing to the side, and then turned to Shen Li, his eyes full of gratitude: "Good, Comrade Shen, you are very kind."

After saying that, he led Shen Li toward Ming Xiangyang's room.

Now, Ming Xiangyang's external injuries have mostly healed, and he is no longer constrained by the wound, so he can finally lie flat and sleep peacefully.

As Butler Hu pushed open the door, his gaze inadvertently swept over the wardrobe in the corner before he quietly retreated, closing the door behind him.

Shen Li pulled over a low stool and sat down quietly by the bed, her gaze falling on Ming Xiangyang's sleeping face.

He looked alright, with relaxed eyebrows and eyes, but there was still no sign of him waking up.

"Ming Xiangyang, I've come to see you..." she murmured softly, her voice as light as a feather.

"Can you hear me? If you can, please move a little, okay?"

She reached out and gently took his hand, feeling its cool temperature against her palm.

"Please wake up, okay?" Her voice held a choked sob.

"I'm so afraid you won't wake up. If anything happens to you, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life. Please don't torture me like this."

"Isn't God supposed to be fair?" She lowered her head, her fingertips gripping his hand tightly, tears falling unexpectedly onto the back of his hand. "You suffered so much in the first half of your life, how could you leave us so young? You still had so many good years ahead of you..."

Tears fell one after another, soaking the back of his hand.

Just then, he felt a very slight touch in his palm—his fingers had moved!

Shen Li looked up abruptly, her heart pounding. She hurriedly stood up and shouted towards the door, "Uncle Hu! Uncle Hu! Ming Xiangyang moved! He just moved!"

Hearing the noise, Butler Hu hurried in, his eyes anxiously fixed on the person on the bed, but Ming Xiangyang's eyes remained closed, and he did not move at all.

He frowned as he looked at the hand Shen Li was holding, his tone full of doubt: "This... how could this be?"

"It's true! I'm not seeing things!" Shen Li quickly raised his hand, her tone urgent and certain. "He really did move just now!"

Butler Hu frowned and quickly reached out to take Ming Xiangyang's pulse. His fingertips twitched slightly, and after a moment he slowly spoke: "The pulse is still weak, but it is stronger than before. Perhaps his body is slowly getting better."

A light shone in Shen Li's eyes, and she quickly asked, "If I come and talk to him more often, will that help me wake him up sooner?"

Butler Hu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Well... it's hard to say."

"Has he made any moves before?"

"Never before," Butler Hu shook his head.

"That will definitely work!" Shen Li's tone became more and more determined. "I'll come every day from now on and stay with him. Maybe he'll wake up soon."

Butler Hu opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more, only softly replying, "Alright."

Shen Li stayed by the bedside for two hours straight.

It wasn't until Butler Hu knocked on the door and came in, calling her softly, "Comrade Shen, I've prepared some afternoon tea. Please come and rest and have something to drink."

She glanced longingly at Ming Xiangyang on the bed and whispered, "I'll come see you another day. Get some rest and try to wake up soon."

After saying that, he got up and followed Butler Hu out of the bedroom.

The moment the door closed, the door of the wardrobe in the corner was slowly pushed open, and Lu Sheng walked out, supporting himself against the wardrobe wall. He staggered a bit, and his expression was complicated and hard to read.

He heard every word Shen Li had just said clearly—so that if something really happened to him, she would be so sad and worried.

He walked to the bedside, gazing at the sleeping Ming Xiangyang, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.

He was too attached to everything he had at that moment, too attached to Shen Li’s tenderness and care, and couldn’t bear to let go, but in the end he was unwilling to see Ming Xiangyang sink into despair.

At this moment, Butler Hu pushed open the door and entered. Seeing him standing by the bed, he quickly bowed and greeted him, "Young Master."

Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze, his voice low and deep: "She's gone?"

"Yes, he's been seen out." Butler Hu replied, his gaze falling on Lu Sheng, his eyes revealing undisguised shock.

Even though Mingcheng had already told him that the person in front of him was his young master, he still couldn't believe it—he would never have believed such an unbelievable thing if it weren't for some secrets that only he and his young master knew.

"Young Master, you used so many rare medicinal herbs for him, he will surely recover and wake up," Butler Hu tried to comfort him.

Lu Sheng slowly shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible stubbornness: "But I don't want him to wake up."

He didn't want anything to happen to him, because he was afraid that Lili would hate him.

Butler Hu was completely stunned and speechless for a moment.

Those medicinal herbs were extremely rare, each one precious, and every bit used was a bit less. The young master used them all without hesitation, yet now he says he doesn't want him to wake up.

Does the young master really want to live as Lu Sheng forever?