Fang Lin dismissed the comment, unconcerned with Li Zhendong's threat. Pointing at Li Guanxin on the ground, he said, "You should worry about him instead. If this continues, this guy is going to die."
Indeed, Li Guanxin's condition was grim. The longer it dragged on, as Fang Lin pointed out, the more dangerous it was for Li Guanxin.
Li Zhendong's face was ashen, and his eyes filled with anxiety. Although Li Guanxin was not his own son, he was nevertheless the legitimate successor of his line and the most talented scion of the Li Family, destined to assume leadership.
No matter what, Li Zhendong could not just stand by and watch Li Guanxin perish here. Such a loss would be unbearable for the Li Family.
Common scions of the Li Family, if they died, they died, more could be nurtured from the younger generation with some resources.
But Li Guanxin was irreplaceable. Who knew how many years later the Li Family would give birth to another genius like him?
