The metallic smell of blood was all over the bedroom with blood splatter on the quilts, pillows and the floor. Jing Zhongxiu and Jing Tianyuan were both covered in blood stains.
But the good news was that Jing Tianyuan had woken up. He looked pale, but it seemed that after the blood spill, he had become much more energetic.
Mu Wensheng put away his blood stained silver needles and started to curse despite the fact that Jing Tianyun had just woken up from the coma.
"Have I given you therapy for so many years in vain? You collapsed due to such a small matter? You would have continued to be in a coma had it not been for me. None of the deities in the world would have come to your rescue. You are 80 years old not 18! Don't vent your anger as you wish. Weigh your anger before you throw it else you will be a victim of your own anger."
