He had protected his beloved for hundreds of years, not allowing anyone else to touch her, not letting anyone cause her sadness or distress.
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Human Realm
Capital City
Second People's Hospital
"Xiaoguai..."
"Xiaoguai..."
Qing Yi watched as Jun Moyan, who had been in a high fever for three days and had yet to wake up, lay on the hospital bed, pacing the room anxiously.
His phone rang in his hand.
Qing Yi felt a wave of irritation.
Because he had lost track of how many calls he had received in the past three days.
After glancing at the caller ID, Qing Yi felt somewhat numb.
"Mm."
"Mm."
"I got it. Keep a close eye on them, don't stop the heat, find a way to keep fanning it. In just a few days, Wells will be done in by his own people."
After giving a few simple instructions, Qing Yi looked again at Jun Moyan on the hospital bed, then found a number and dialed it.
The call connected quickly, and Qing Yi got straight to the point without any small talk.
