For a long time, Ye Chengdu was unable to recover from the shock just now. Unlike any previous situation, the external injuries can be treated, and the internal injuries make him very weak.

The evening wind blows away Yecheng's bangs, nor can it blow away his worries.

The sick beer sticks to Ye Cheng's face. He looks back and pulls his mouth at the black doctor. "Did he sleep?"

"You can rest assured that the beauty is taking care of her. She is more skilled than I am." The black doctor sat beside Ye Cheng, opened the tin and poured wine. "I've tried my best this time. The beauty said...