“Jingchuan!”


  Yuan Zhengchong wanted to stop Bo Jinchuan. He had yet to receive a satisfactory answer regarding Yuan Sichun.

  “If you want your daughter to die earlier, feel free to stop me.”


  Yuan Zhengchong stopped in his tracks and stood rooted to the ground. He didn’t dare to take another step as he watched Bo Jinchuan leave the ward.

  The veins on his forehead were especially obvious. He turned to look at the old man sitting on the bed.

  “Uncle Bo, can’t you give me an explanation?”


  Old Master Bo closed his eyes for a long time before saying slowly,