Xing Zhi had gone to the side of Ming Qi Tian. Pei Ye turned his head, looking at the old man lying rigid on the bed.
This was the best room in the county office, located in a corner. Even though it was still possible to hear the hubbub outside the doors and windows, it was undoubtedly the quietest place.
"How are you feeling?" asked Pei Ye, his brow furrowed.
"Much better." Yue Muzhou smiled, "Where's the wheelchair? Take me outside to get some fresh air."
"... You need to rest. They said you have to hold on for four hours." Pei Ye remained stationary.
"Hurry up." The old man gently nudged him.
Pei Ye looked at him quietly for a moment. Although he just splendidly exhibited his majestic abilities and showed his demeanor as a grandmaster, his face was still horribly twisted and ugly.