The sudden voice startled Old Wang, who turned around to see that Master Sheng had awoken.
Ignoring Sheng Jinsen beside him, he immediately strode to Master Sheng's side, eyes reddened, choking up as he said, "Master, you're finally awake."
Old Wang had served the Sheng Family for decades, not just as a mere butler but also as Master Sheng's friend and a skilled hand, who in some respects, was even more important than Sheng Jinsen.
The cloudy haze in Master Sheng's eyes slowly dissipated, and a bone-piercing, intense pain surged from the wound on his right arm, almost causing him to faint once again.
His lips trembled violently, "My hand?"
He tried to lift his hand but found himself so weak that he didn't even have the strength to do it.
"Master," Old Wang wept openly, unable to save the hand.
"Where is my hand?" Master Sheng's face, which was already pale, now turned ashen, his breathing quick and labored.
