"The child's condition is stable, but they still need to take medicine for a while. I'll prescribe a formula for you."
Jiang Chuan asked for paper and pen, wrote down a prescription, and then handed it to Knife Mark.
Knife Mark took it, feeling both guilty and full of gratitude towards Jiang Chuan, his emotions very complex.
At this moment, Ouyang Jie said, "Knife Mark, Mr. Jiang has treated you like this; surely you can tell us who your employer is now? Who exactly wants to kill Mr. Jiang?"
Knife Mark hesitated to speak, but Jiang Chuan waved his hand, smiling as he said, "You don't need to say. I won't use treating your daughter as leverage against you; rest assured."
Knife Mark looked at Jiang Chuan with even more gratitude in his eyes.
He sighed and said to Jiang Chuan, "Please forgive me, Mr. Jiang. That person has been kind to me, so I really cannot say. Knife Mark is sorry to Mr. Jiang!"
Jiang Chuan waved his hand, offered a faint smile, and showed no concern.
