As soon as the elevator door opened, the mocking voice of Diwu Zexuan came from ahead.
Dan Hanjie lifted his head and looked at the man leaning against the wall, his gaze deepening.
"Where is he?"
"There, the old ward you've been to. Ye Zhanxing's recovery is quite good, and his strong will to live is causing a reduction in the cancer cells. With my medicine, he's alert for longer periods now and can speak with you for a while."
Diwu Zexuan stood upright from the wall and raised an eyebrow, "It was his own request to see you."
Diwu Zexuan thought Ye Zhanxing would want to see his grandson upon regaining consciousness. Unexpectedly, he wanted to see Dan Hanjie alone, which piqued Diwu Zexuan's curiosity about what Ye Zhanxing wanted to say.
"..."
Dan Hanjie's eyes flickered briefly, but he said nothing and walked straight toward the ward.
It was the same room as before, but the layout had changed significantly.
