Gu Chen was still at the sanatorium, and Uncle Qi lying in the hospital bed fell into a coma once again.
"You mean, someone came to pick up Uncle Qi using my name?" Gu Chen looked at Uncle Qi on the bed, once again full of tubes, and a foreboding feeling flashed through his heart.
"Yes, they were insisting downstairs for quite a while and when they saw me calling you, they left out of the blue."
Dr. Feng was also curious; logically, if Gu Chen wanted to pick up Uncle Qi, he should have at least checked with him about Uncle Qi's physical condition first. It had been three years, and Uncle Qi had been resting here the whole time, waking up was already a miracle.
