A white spiritual energy diffused out, enveloping Xu Zimei like a mist.
After a long while, Dan Zhanlu slightly frowned and said, "Strange, yesterday, I saw he was almost beyond saving.
How come he's fine today, and recovered so quickly? It doesn't make sense."
"It's good that he's fine, it's good," Lin Beisheng laughed heartily.
He said, "My son has always been blessed by fortune."
"If that's the case, then it's very good. Just take care of his body in the following days and he will recover," Dan Zhanlu nodded and said unemotionally.
"Dad, I'm a bit tired," Xu Zimei rubbed his head and said.
"If you're tired, then rest more. I'll have someone make you something to eat later to strengthen your body," Lin Beisheng nodded and replied.
After giving a few more instructions, Lin Beisheng left with the others, allowing Xu Zimei to rest alone.
Now in the room, only Xu Zimei and the Qing Luo girl, Qing, remained.
