Hearing the murderous threat in Zhao Wangchuan's voice, Ning Wangshu ignored him. Instead, he looked at Wei Yating and Wei Tianrui, gave them a slight wave, and said calmly, "Don't worry. I already know what happened."
After a pause, his gaze swept over Wei Tianci, who lay on the ground. His eyes were gradually losing their light. He was barely breathing, and blood still bubbled from his mouth in weak spurts. He looked ready to die at any moment.
Ning Wangshu raised a hand. A spirit pill flew out of his Storage Ring and landed in front of Wei Tianci. At the same time, an invisible force pried Wei Tianci's mouth open, and the pill flew inside.
Only after doing that did Ning Wangshu turn to Wei Yating again. "Miss Wei, your father won't die. In a little while, he should slowly begin to recover. You can rest easy."
"R-really!?"
Wei Yating's eyes flew wide open. She was breathing rapidly, her face full of disbelief!
Ning Wangshu said nothing more, only giving her a faint smile and a nod.
Seeing his confident response, Wei Yating burst into tears of joy. Her face alight with emotion, she knelt before him and thanked him. "Thank you, Mister Ning. Thank you, Mister Ning..."
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
She knocked her head against the floor with such force that the thuds rang out. It was clear how overwhelmed she was. After all, Wei Tianci was her own father. How could she not be overcome with emotion when he had come back from the brink of death?
Wei Yating had no doubt in Ning Wangshu's words.
Who was Ning Wangshu? If he said it would be all right, then it certainly would be!
Wei Zhaofeng, who had followed behind Ning Wangshu, and Wei Tianrui both let