Wan Jiang felt his seething anger and said, "Young Master Zhong, the car is here! Let's hurry to the hospital. I've already contacted the secret surgery team, and no one will leak the truth."
Wan Jiang was still quite prudent in his actions.
"Let's go."
Zhong Yi glanced coldly at the rooster, vowing to make it into soup sooner or later.
He followed Wan Jiang and got into the Cullinan, which soon headed in the direction of the hospital.
Old Chen, stroking the rooster's sleek, black feathers, said, "You escaped this time and avenged our young master. Well done. Later I'll put in a good word for you with Aunt Qian so you can enjoy a last feast. Choose for yourself, braised or stewed."
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
...
The Cullinan with the Beijing A license plate was driving smoothly on the road.
