The three of Master Zhao's family didn't have time to thank Mu Chen, they hurriedly crowded around the bed. By now, the wounds on Zhao Yunchi's body had already scabbed over, and his breathing was noticeably much steadier than before. Master Zhao managed to keep calm, but his hands trembled slightly. Zhuo Shiyu and Mrs. Zhao were both overwhelmed with joy, bursting into tears.
"Master, is Yunchi better?" Mrs. Zhao turned her head, asking Master Zhao incredulously.
Master Zhao nodded, "He's better, much better."
"That's wonderful, my Yunchi!" Unable to hold back any longer, Mrs. Zhao fell onto Zhao Yunchi, carefully avoiding his wounds, and cried out loud.
Zhuo Shiyu's emotions weren't much better than Mrs. Zhao's, her face was also streaked with tears.
Master Zhao also wiped his tears, glancing at Zhuo Tingqiu and Mu Chen, only then recalling that Mu Chen had saved Zhao Yunchi. He quickly turned around and bowed deeply to Mu Chen.
