Nan Zhifeng looked at him with tears streaming down her face, but she didn't struggle or explain.
"Seventh Uncle, let go, you could kill someone."
Ye Mingcheng hurriedly stepped forward to persuade.
Only then did Ye Zhantian release his grip, angrily pointing at Nan Zhifeng, "I don't want to see you again, get out!!!"
"You should go back first," said Ye Mingcheng softly.
Nan Zhifeng wiped away her tears and turned to leave.
No sooner had she left the hospital building than Ahu and the others rushed over anxiously, "Miss, is Young Master Xiaofeng alright?"
"He's been resuscitated," Nan Zhifeng said with a choke, "but he's seriously injured, and it's uncertain how things will turn out."
"As long as he's been resuscitated, that's good. Young Master Xiaofeng is so good, he will be fine," Ahu comforted, "Let's get in the car first."
