Seeing Han Qingtian awake, Han Chuxue rushed over excitedly. "Grandpa, you've finally woken up!"
Han Qingtian looked at Han Chuxue blankly. "Chuxue, what's going on? How did I suddenly end up in a hospital bed?"
Tears welled in Han Chuxue's eyes. "Grandpa, you suddenly fainted earlier and started foaming at the mouth. Several groups of doctors came to see you, but they all said there was nothing they could do..."
Gradually coming to his senses, Han Qingtian looked up. The first person he saw was Zhao Shiren, and he immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Divine Doctor Zhao? Could it be you who saved me? Please accept this old one's bow of gratitude!"
As Han Qingtian struggled to get out of bed, Zhao Shiren smiled bitterly, his face full of embarrassment. "Patriarch Han, it wasn't me who saved you..."
Taken aback, Han Qingtian's gaze fell upon Zhao Dong standing to the side. The moment he saw Zhao Dong, he was stunned. "Young Friend Zhao? What are you doing here?"
