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In the restaurant, a few people were eating lunch, while Zhu Di stood there holding his phone in a daze. He suspected that his ears had misheard, until the call was repeated again. After confirming, he slammed his phone onto the table, covered his face with his hands, to see if he was crying or laughing.

"Eldest Brother? Are you all right? "Don't scare me like that. Next time, I won't set your cell phone's ringtone!" Zhang Qian thought it was because of her prank and her eldest senior brother had broken down. With a nervous expression, she left her seat and walked to the front of the Zhu Di. She lowered her head with an anxious and uneasy look on her face.

With a 'whoa', the Zhu Emperor raised his head. A few people felt a gust of wind blow past him, and he had already ran back to his room.

"Master is awake!" He had originally thought that he would have to wait a long time for his master to wake up. He hadn't thought that happiness would come so suddenly and that he would be talking about this matter today.

As he thought of this, he became even more excited. He looked down at his clothes, which had been worn randomly for the past few days and had not been matched seriously.

As soon as his master woke up, everyone had a backbone, and the pressure he felt these few days was really great. He was obviously very worried, but he couldn't show it on his face, and now everything was resolved.

Other than Duan Jia, the rest of them were overjoyed. They ran back to their bedroom, changed into their clothes, and waited at the door, even Zhang Qian was fast, all of them sat in Zhu Di's car, no one said anything, but they were all very excited, the Zhu Di had also turned on his racing mode, no one said anything, because everyone wanted to be faster!

Under the control of the old driver, they arrived in a matter of minutes. Without even stabilizing the brakes, a few people started to open the car door to get off, leaving the passers-by dumbstruck. A beautiful girl flew out of the car, and lightly landed on the ground as she turned around in the air with a warm smile on her face.

"Wait for me, I can't keep up so quickly!" Deng Fei had a short leg and didn't have the time to walk around like the rest of them. When he came out, he was in too much of a hurry and forgot to loosen his seat belt, so he got stuck in front of the car door.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you come in yourself? It's not like you don't know where you are." At this time, they were still waiting for Deng Fei. While they were talking, they had already arrived at the hospital and left Deng Fei with his back.

The overcrowding of the past few days had been resolved by now. Most of the people's weak state had been relieved after the fluid was replenished, and those with more severe injuries were sent to the hospital in the city to be treated. With fewer people, the unique smell of disinfectant wafted through the corridors.

Inside the ICU, Pan Jiang had already woken up. With a grin, his fellow brothers and sisters were beside the sickbed. Their eyes were red and their tears had been wiped away. They shouldn't be crying at this time.

"Too — too long?" Pan Jiang's voice was extremely weak, and he felt that he couldn't even move his fingers. Saying these three words had used up all of his strength.

Zhang Qian could no longer hold it in. She sat by the side and cried out. More tears fell on the ground. The woman was made of water. Now that she had explained it, she was crying like she was crying.

"It's been six days." Six days passed in the blink of an eye, and now, no one even knew how it had happened. They were all smiling on the surface, and all of them felt an indescribable sense of bitterness in their hearts.

Pan Jiang took a few deep breaths, as if he couldn't believe that he had been lying here for six days, or that he didn't dare to imagine his disciples being so strong, as if they had just survived a disaster. He had thought that they would die there, after all, at that time, his senior brother seemed to still have a chance.

"Let's go home!" Pan Jiang coughed as soon as he finished his sentence. His face turned paler and paler with each frown. It seemed as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Pausing for a moment, he spat out a mouthful of dirty black blood. Upon contact with the white quilt, a hissing sound could be heard, giving off a nauseating smell.

Zhang Qian cried as she smelled the stench. Clutching her mouth, she ran to the toilet. Immediately, the sound of her vomiting could be heard. It was obvious how disgusting the food was.

Pan Jiang's complexion began to turn better after vomiting. Traces of red climbed up and his breathing became smoother. "Go home, I know my situation. I can't cure it here, but I can rely on my cultivation to recover now that I've awoken!"

Deng Fei and the others pinched their noses, the emotion they had accumulated for a long time suddenly vanished. However, when they saw the improvement in their master's complexion, they remained silent.

Go back? Although the instruments in the hospital could repair Pan Jiang's fracture and other problems, they were martial artists so repairing them was the same as not repairing them at all. It was completely useless for future cultivation, like going back, and using a special secret technique to repair them might give them a sliver of hope.

Previously, they were sent to the hospital because their cultivation level wasn't high enough to help Pan Jiang, and they didn't know any medical skills. If they didn't take proper care of Pan Jiang in that state, they might just die.

"Let's go back then. Take a look. You've already made the junior sister puke." Pan Jiang pinched his nose as he complained. Seeing that his master could recover, he returned to his previous appearance.

When Zhang Qian opened the door, she saw Zhang Qing's face pale and filled with tender affection. When she heard her senior brother teasing her like this, her face immediately turned crimson. This speed was a lot faster than her face in Sichuan.

"What are you talking about? Can't we go to the toilet?" Zhang Qian felt a little embarrassed, but it was too smelly.

Pan Jiang was very pleased to see his disciples laughing and talking. Luckily, he didn't die in that place, otherwise, it would be such a pity.

The doctors in the hospital were all trying to dissuade him. Although they couldn't cure him, they could at least monitor him in real time. If something happened at home, there was no way they could save him! They also didn't want to take responsibility. If he died in their hands, it would be an unerasable loss for them on the way to practice medicine. However, after receiving the orders from the higher-ups, they couldn't let him die …

No matter how Zhu Di explained, it was useless. The doctors were very stubborn and didn't want them to go back. In the end, it was Zhu Di who called Song Yuan and explained the situation.