"You... you didn't die??"
Li Wenhao was both shocked and overjoyed. He had already conducted a funeral for Li Jingming with a devastated heart, having resolved to drag everyone down with him. Yet now, suddenly, he was told that his son was not dead but alive and well.
Tears of excitement streamed down his face. Ignoring his own pain, he cried out and tightly embraced Li Jingming, "My son... my son!!"
Li Jingming patted Li Wenhao's back. Even his usually cold eyes softened a bit. He smiled faintly, "Why cry? Go see a doctor first, and we can talk slowly afterwards."
"Okay... okay... "
It wasn't long before Little Guangtou arrived with the private doctor.
After examining Li Wenhao, the doctor said, "The engagement wounded you with some superficial injuries, a fractured left hand, and nothing else life-threatening. I'll treat your wounds right now."
Li Jingming nodded his head.
