Zhuang Youzhi's parents immediately began cursing Qi Gu, saying they would no longer ask him to handle this. It wasn't as though no other masters were capable.
Wan Wei had no attention to spare for her in-laws' words, nor did she want to bother with the scrolling comments. Her mind was in turmoil, all sorts of thoughts and remarks tangled together.
She didn't know whether she should believe Qi Gu, but she also felt that he wasn't a charlatan like Zhuang Youzhi's fans claimed. After much hesitation, she finally chose to continue seeking Qi Gu's help.
The moment she made her choice, her in-laws rushed forward to snatch her phone, but Wan Wei instructed her driver to drag them straight outside.
The driver was tall and burly, and Wan Wei had hired him herself. He only took orders from her and had no need to cater to her in-laws.
Once the driver threw them out, Wan Wei briskly locked the hospital room door, leaving her in-laws shouting outside.
Qi Gu also gave his answer. "Sure."
It was only a small extra task anyway. It wouldn't stop him from heading to the graveyard afterward, finishing the job, and going home to laze around.
After thanking him, Wan Wei connected to the show's live call.
Her in-laws had already worked with the doctor to change Zhuang Youzhi into normal clothes. The restraints had been left on to prevent him from struggling during his IV infusion.
"Master, could you see whether he's lost his soul?" Wan Wei asked cautiously.
Qi Gu looked at Zhuang Youzhi's vacant, numb expression and his clouded spiritual seat. "He has indeed. Did he suffer any fright today?"
Wan Wei said, "He was fine when I spoke to him before leaving, but he was like this when I got