Time passed—a week.
During this week, Ye Fei had devoted nearly an hour each day to cultivating the Xianyuan Heart Method.
Through his efforts, he soon made a breakthrough to the second level of the heart method.
At this point, Ye Fei's power had also leaped bounds and strides.
Another weekend arrived, and Ye Fei took his wife and child out for a trip to the countryside.
The whole day was nothing but joy.
That evening, just as they were about to head back, he received a phone call from Wan Jing.
"Mr. Ye, the clinic just admitted a critically ill patient. The situation is extremely complicated. Li Hui and I have been consulting for half a day without a viable solution. Now, I'm afraid you're the only one who can save him."
"Okay, stabilize the patient for now. I'll be there in about two hours."
"Two hours? Mr. Ye, I'm afraid the patient can't wait that long."
"Then do whatever it takes to keep him alive until then, understand?"
"Yes!"
