When Father Zhao, who was kneeling on the ground, heard this, his eyes lit up.
He knew that ye Zhuo was indeed capable.
Otherwise, he would not have healed Han Dongliang.
It was fine.
Ye Sen would be fine.
At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the silent corridor.
Father Zhao turned around and saw a slender figure.
Ye Zao!
It was ye Zao!
Ye Zao had finally arrived!
Father Zhao had never been so excited before.
Ye Zao jogged all the way. “Father, mother, grandmother, how is Uncle Now?”
Ye Shu said, “The Doctor said that your uncle only has less than seventy-two hours left. He wants us to quickly prepare for his funeral. Zao Zao, please save your uncle!”
Hearing this, Ye Zhuozhuo frowned slightly.
Although she felt that Lin Jincheng’s voice was not quite right on the phone, she still did not expect Ye Sen’s situation to be so serious.