"Young Master..." Leike was truly alarmed at the semblance of a dying smile on Bo Yeyuan's face.
Whether Bo Yeyuan's illness could be cured all depended on a single word from Li Qiyu. At that time, the Young Master had wandered near the gate of hell, and it was thanks to Leike's clever lie that Li Qiyu would come, as well as the phone call he made, that Bo Yeyuan's lifeless heart gradually calmed down.
It was miraculous, even better than resuscitative measures. His body, which had been persistently feverish, began to gain resistance.
The doctor said that the will to live is most crucial when critically ill. With the resolve to survive, the medicine could take effect, and only by working together could one overcome the difficulty.
When Bo Yeyuan awoke and opened his eyes, he did not wait for that phone call but instead saw the wreath sent by Li Qiyu...
