Chang Feng was sent to the ward. Old Master Qin inserted the instrument into Chang Feng's body. He looked at the screen of the electronic instrument and frowned. He said worriedly, "He's not out of danger yet. If he can survive tonight, he'll be fine, but…"
When Gu Yue, who was standing at the side, heard Old Master Qin's words, his expression suddenly changed. His eyes darkened as he said in a low voice, "He'll definitely be fine."
On the surface, he was reassuring Old Master Qin, but in reality, he was comforting himself.
Butler Zhao looked at Chang Feng, who was lying on the hospital bed, with red-rimmed eyes. Previously, he had been chased by his enemies. If it weren't for Chang Feng, he might have died long ago. All these years, he had always treated Chang Feng as his family. He didn't want Chang Feng to be hurt at all.
Butler Zhao pretended to be calm and said, "Sir and Old Master Qin, I'll prepare breakfast for you."
