Xu Guangyao's voice couldn't be restrained and faintly penetrated into the ward.
Liu Zongyun peered through the crack in the ward, watching the viper father and daughter leave.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes brimming with immersion and calculation.
He moved his fingers, gradually flexing his joints. Then he opened his mouth, like a baby learning to speak, striving to regain his speech function.
He did these rehabilitative exercises away from everyone's eyes.
Last time, Xu Xingluo had caused him to catch the flu, nearly costing him his life.
He was uncertain whether there were any specialists on his current medical team who had been bribed by the father and daughter. If any individual specialists gave him something to eat, he would wait for them to leave and then spit it out.
Liu Zongyun knew that he couldn't take any more risks.
He couldn't always be this lucky.
If he died,
The wrongful grievances of twenty-two years ago would be buried with the yellow earth.
