On the plane to America, Dongye was calling out someone's name in a severely confused state, "Azhi! Azhi, don't leave me... Azhi..."
Natasha anxiously used a hot towel to wipe Dongye's cold sweat.
His whole body was covered in sweat, the wounds had been re-stitched, but they were severely infected, with blood oozing out from time to time.
Basins of water were changed, and the washbasin was full of blood.
"Young master's body is in such a state, yet he insists on rushing back to America!" Natasha was in tears.
Qiu Kuo's eyes reddened with urgency, "Xia Zhisu hurt young master so badly, our young master is truly heartbroken, that's why he's in such a rush to leave that place of sorrow! Xia Zhisu is simply detestable! She abandoned young master and now speaks so many heartless words to him!"
