"What exactly is the relationship between you two?"
The old man grew more surprised by Ye Chen's actions, and a grudging admiration stirred in him.
Ye Chen gave a wry smile. "We're enemies. It's a good thing he hasn't woken up. Otherwise, he'd definitely kill me."
"What? Enemies?"
The old man's eyes widened in disbelief. It was almost too absurd to believe.
Ye Chen nodded without explaining further. The old man shook his head. It all felt like a dream. He was reluctant, but Lucci had lost too much blood and needed a transfusion immediately. With Ye Chen pleading again and again, the old man finally agreed.
As color slowly returned to Lucci's face, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. But as more blood was drawn, even the old man began to worry about him. "That's enough. Don't take too much. We don't want to save one of you only to lose the other."
"I'll be fine."
Ye Chen gritted his teeth. His gaze was firm, his resolve unshakable, perhaps even a little stubborn.
The old man shook his head. The operation lasted a full two hours. Seeing that Lucci looked much better, Ye Chen quickly asked, "When will he wake up?"
"Soon. Give him half a day's rest and he'll wake up. Don't worry about him. You're the one I'm worried about, kid. Don't push yourself too hard."
The old man spoke as he bandaged Ye Chen's wound. Ye Chen only smiled. Compared to the Heavenly Prison in the Holy Land and Freezing Hell, this was nothing.
"Old man, wait here. I'll get you the money."
Once the operation was over, Ye Chen struggled to his feet and headed for the door. The old man shook his head. "There's no need."
But Ye Chen kept walking. He went