"Kid, let's see if you really have what it takes."
Seeing his confident demeanor, Yao Sanhong and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with contempt, but to be safe, the group still filed in and rushed to Yao Wuya's side.
"Old master, how are you doing!"
"Grandpa!"
The group was calling out and rushing in, with Zou Tianyu and Yao Mengchen particularly anxious.
Lin Hao followed at the back.
At this time, Yao Wuya was lying on the bed, motionless, seemingly asleep, and unresponsive to everyone's calls.
"Dad?" Yao Sanhong called out again.
Yao Wuya remained still.
The expressions of everyone in the room changed.
After all, the man lying on the bed was their father and grandfather, and the absence of any reaction to their calls gave them an ominous feeling.
"Professor Luo, please have a look," said Yao Sanhong with a grim face.
"Okay!"
Professor Luo was also very cautious. Yao Wuya appeared to be a dead man on the surface.
