Zhao Family in the provincial city.
In a room, Zhou Yu lay on the bed, unconscious, and around him, more than a dozen doctors were examining him with various instruments.
Zhao Jianlong and Zhao Fei'er, among others, waited anxiously by the side.
Zhao Jianlong's face was full of anxiety.
"Fei'er, are you certain nothing happened, and no one intruded into the ancestral hall?"
Zhao Fei'er's eyes reddened as she spoke:
"Great-Grandfather, I am absolutely certain, I was at the door the whole time, I never left, no one approached the ancestral hall."
"Then how could Zhou Yu suddenly become like this?"
"Did he say anything?"
"He... it seemed like he did, but I didn't hear it clearly."
As Zhao Fei'er spoke, tears had started to 'whoosh' down her face.
"Fei'er, don't cry. These doctors are the best in the provincial city, with them here, Zhou Yu will be fine."
Zhao Jianlong said, trying to console her.
Just then, the chief physician walked over.
