Cooking Delicacies After Succeeding.
Elder Feng unhurriedly pulled a clean black handkerchief from his roomy pocket.
With practiced movements, he wrapped up that "heavenly treasure" without damaging it and carefully put it away.
Then he turned around, his triangular eyes coldly sweeping over Ling Xiaodong, whose life force was rapidly fading. He let out a disdainful snort through his nose.
The young lady's order had only been for him to take the fortuitous treasure this brat carried.
She had not told him to kill him outright.
Since that was the case, Elder Feng naturally could not be bothered to finish off this cripple.
Wouldn't it be even better to let this brat remain conscious forever, lying in a hospital bed as a mutilated eunuch, feeling the world's malice toward him day and night?
Elder Feng let out two sinister chuckles. With a flash, he vanished from the private ward like a gust of cold wind.
A few more minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yaqin, who had barely forced down a few bites of hot food in the hospital cafeteria, returned to the top floor of the inpatient department in her high heels.
She pushed open the private ward's door.
The instant her gaze landed on the hospital bed, Xiao Yaqin froze on the spot as though she had been struck by lightning!
The pristine white bed sheet had been dyed crimson over a large area with blood!
Her son, Ling Xiaodong, lay on the bed with an ashen face and a breath so weak that he seemed about to die at any moment...
Xiao Yaqin was completely terrified by the horrifying scene.
She could not care less about elegance or composure. With a shriek, she stumbled out of the ward.
"Doctor! Doctor, come quickly!"
Her voice