Seeing Qiu Tianrui's face twisted with pain, Qiu Zhengfeng immediately showed a trace of anxiety on his face. He quickly stepped forward, helping Qiu Tianrui lie down: "Tianrui, just lie down and don't move. The doctor said your wounds have just been stitched up, so don't move recklessly."
After hearing his grandfather's words, Qiu Tianrui slowly lay back on the hospital bed, but his gaze fell on Lu Tianxing: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry to trouble you again this time; thank you."
"It's nothing."
Lu Tianxing chuckled lightly and said, "Now that you're alive, the task you entrusted to me, I won't do it. I'll leave it for you to complete yourself."
Hearing Lu Tianxing's words, Qiu Tianrui's mouth curved into a smile: "If Mr. Lu were to do it, I think I would be even happier."
