The local time in China was seven in the morning on August 9th. The sky in Li Jing was already dimly lit, but the light had not penetrated the basement, and the room remained pitch black.
When Lin Yilong pushed the door open and entered, Gu Zhuo Case had been awake for some time.
"Tell me..."
Saying this, Gu Zhuo Case raised his arm and forcefully pulled out the IV tube from his body. He got up from the hospital bed, put on slippers, and staggered over.
The operating lamp flickered, casting a shadow of uncertainty over his face. The man's muscles rippled across his body, like a beast that had been soaked in Hell's sulfur pool and returned from the brink of death.
"Where did my son... go?" Gu Zhuo Case panted, hoarsely asking.
His face left the operating light, veiled in gloomy shadows. Every word he uttered turned the second hand on his right eye half a circle.
A sound akin to a tolling bronze bell resonated, rippling through the air like tangible waves.
