"There's no news yet, but don't worry too much, I will definitely find him."
After saying this, Ling Chen looked at Nanrong Yong lying on the bed and asked, "How is the old master's condition?"
"His condition has stabilized, but the doctor said that Grandpa's body is extremely weak and he's fallen into a deep coma. It's uncertain when he might wake up—it could be days or years; no one can be sure. The doctor suggested that we, as family members, should spend time with Grandpa when we can, talk to him, chat with him, as it might help his condition. I've been calling Nanrong Hao these past few days wanting him to come back and stay with Grandpa, but I couldn't get a hold of him, so I came to you for help."
"No worries, Haozi is not a three-year-old child, he knows what he's doing."
"Ling Cheng!"
At this moment, Xu Ming, who had been silent all along, suddenly cast his gaze outside the bedroom window and quickly walked to the windowsill to look outside.
