Executive Officer Mo Wu looked at the boy before him, his face filled with anxiety and anger, and a corner of the hard ice in his heart seemed to melt. He drew a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Child, thank you for caring about her. Actually... I'm Mo Lan's father. If you hadn't saved her twice, I'm afraid she really would have died this time."
Tang Wulin abruptly raised his head, his violet-gold eyes filled with shock. He had never imagined that this Executive Officer, who represented the Federation's authority, was actually Mo Lan's family.
"Big Sister Mo Lan..." Tang Wulin asked urgently, his voice trembling.
Mo Wu's expression instantly darkened, and he shook his head heavily. "Fortunately, help arrived in time to save her life. But her brain suffered severe trauma. The Healing Soul Master said... her soul was badly damaged. In her current condition, recovery will be very difficult. Whether she wakes up is entirely in heaven's hands."
"Heaven's hands?"
Tang Wulin felt hot blood rush straight to his head. He couldn't accept it! Why did good people have to suffer like this? Why could evil never be rooted out completely?
He abruptly turned toward his master, Zhen Hua, behind him, his eyes filled with hope and pleading. "Master! You're a Divine Craftsman with connections everywhere. You must have a way, right? Could you invite a Healing System Titled Douluo? Even Her Excellency the Holy Spirit Douluo..."
"All right. I'll see to it right away."
Zhen Hua did not hesitate. He knew his disciple's temperament well, and he knew what Mo Lan meant to Tang Wulin. As a Divine Craftsman, he did indeed have the standing to invite that great figure. He patted Tang Wulin's shoulder reassuringly, then turned and strode out, clearly leaving to contact that legendary