"I'm honored to fulfill my duty."
Feng Yin strode towards another room, "Now, it's the turn of that little girl, Duo'er."
"Shall we rest for the night first, sir? Duo'er's condition is not as critical as her mother's, there's no hurry..."
Wu Tiejun had already noticed Feng Yin's exhaustion, aware that Feng Yin was worn out from dealing with these continuous treatments, he couldn't help but advise.
Feng Yin looked at Wu Tiejun and said softly, "Tomorrow, it's the day of Li Qing's funeral. We can't afford to delay tonight."
Wu Tiejun shivered and said, "Sir, you are thoughtful, much more so than the rest of us. If so... thank you for your hard work."
Feng Yin slowly entered the third room, he saw the little girl sitting nervously, extremely ill at ease, her small hands clenching on her clothes.
Why am I being put alone in such an empty room?
Could it be, I'm about to get married?
But I'm still so young, how can I get married…
