Longevity Hospital, VIP ward.
"Mr. Edwin, your condition has stabilized, but you still need to be careful and recuperate."
It's stabilized, but not healed.
The man speaking had a deep and husky voice, like a fine wine, intoxicating and mellow.
The elderly man with gray hair sat up straight and looked mysteriously at the man in front of him, "Blake, I have something to tell you."
He looked at Blake Fuller, nodding continuously, more and more satisfied. The joy in his eyes was about to overflow.
Being a hospital director at such a young age and an absolute authority in the medical field, he was good-looking and intelligent.
Seamus Edwin took out his phone and showed a photo, speaking with a wolfish tone, "Blake, how about I introduce my granddaughter to you?"
Blake Fuller had one hand in the pocket of his white gown, his face as calm as ever, without any sign of ripples.
