"Master Qin, is there anything I need to do?"
Ye Congjun, sitting ramrod straight, felt an unbidden surge of nervousness. It had been a long time since he had experienced such tension. Yet, in these past two days, he had felt one wave after another in front of Qin Fan.
Just last night, accompanied by Ye Jizu and Wang Lu, he had visited the military hospital again. The results were the same. The X-rays showed that his blood vessels were at risk of rupturing at any moment. Because of this, the military hospital had even wanted to report it to their superiors and have the old general admitted for constant observation. However, Ye Congjun, having already placed all his bets on Qin Fan, politely declined.
Now, he was about to undergo Qin Fan's treatment. The nervousness was evident in his quickening heartbeat.
"No need. Just sit still," Qin Fan said calmly, sensing Ye Congjun's anxiety but making no move to comfort him.
