Prepare the Burial

The chief doctor stood up. "Did you tell the crown prince about the Nether King's resurrection ability?"

Unlike his usual lack of expression, Red Wolf frowned. The situation was currently too tricky.

Would the crown prince really collapse over a female slave?

"No."

"It's possible he became psychopathic because he can't see hope. Whether or not the Nether King can really bring a person back to life, it's best to tell the crown prince and give him hope…" the chief doctor persuaded.

Red Wolf looked at Lu Fenying, who was lying unconscious on the bed. His eyes were dull, as if he couldn't see any hope in life.

Even during all the times that they had been in danger, the crown prince had never looked this lifeless.

The chief doctor removed the needles from Lu Fenying's body and fed him a pill. Lu Fenying's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Red Wolf hurriedly called out, "Your Highness, Your Highness… It's Red Wolf, Your Highness…"