Letter from the Princess of Denmark

"Little Beard, what do you need?" Qingfeng said with a light smile.

He had a good impression of Bernard. Every time the Wolf Fang Team went to Europe to complete a mission, Bernard would take care of their accommodation and food for free.

"My father is ill. He has entered a coma. I would like you to give a try to treat him," Bernard said sincerely with hope in his eyes.

Years ago, when he was severely ill and could not be cured by any doctor, Qingfeng was the one who managed to save him. Therefore, he knew that Qingfeng’s was extremely skilled medically. His acupuncture skills were like magic.

"Yeah sure, but not tonight. How about tomorrow?" Qingfeng accepted Bernard’s request with a light smile.

"Thank you so much," Bernard said emotionally as he bowed towards Qingfeng.

He knew that since the Wolf King had promised to treat his father, his father could definitely be cured.