Inside the bedroom.
Guan Xinhe lay on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages that were already soaked red with blood, presenting a chilling sight. His face was the most terrifying part, ashen and gaunt, as if he were a corpse.
It really is him.
Upon seeing Guan Xinhe, Lin Mu nodded to himself. Despite Guan Xinhe's pitiful state, he recognized him at a glance as the middle-aged man he had encountered in the hospital. He had even given him an elixir and a piece of advice. However, it was clear that the other party hadn't taken his words to heart.
Guan Jiaojiao's eyes reddened the instant she saw her father's miserable condition. But with Master Sun and Lin Mu present, she held back her sobs, fiercely wiping away her tears.
"Lin Mu, you have to save my father, please," Guan Jiaojiao begged, clutching at Lin Mu's clothes, her face streaked with tears.
"Don't worry. With Master Sun here, your dad will be fine," Lin Mu replied with a reassuring smile.
