Yuncheng, the villa.
After her surgery, An Yan, half-reclining on the hospital bed, tried to deduce the origin of Buddha based on the descriptions given by Lu Feng and Lin Ling.
However, no matter how much she calculated, she couldn't make sense of it.
"Miss, Grandfather Luo has woken up!" Wen Ya exclaimed excitedly.
An Yan got up and went to the next room.
The old man still looked pale, but his eyes were clear. When their eyes met, he immediately smiled.
"Girl!"
Feeling the abundant vitality within his body, he figured the girl hadn't needed to exert too much effort on his behalf these past few days.
"How is your wound?"
Even though he knew she was a divine doctor with remarkably effective medicine, no remedy could turn back time to before she was injured.
An Yan's eyelids fluttered, and tears streamed down her face.
