After some maneuvering, Ye Fan was escorted by Fire Phoenix and Butcher to a private high-end hospital.
In the special care ward, Ye Fan lay on the bed, with Fire Phoenix and Butcher by his side.
A few experts had already examined Ye Fan's body.
Fire Phoenix and Butcher knew the details, and their faces were heavy, with no trace of happiness.
It was enough to show how perilous the situation was.
Ye Fan woke up after being unconscious for a while, the external injuries had been treated, but the internal ones were particularly severe.
"Stop with the long faces, I'm not dying, could you give me a nicer expression?" Ye Fan's voice was weak and helpless, "I know my own body, I can feel it, it's not a big deal."
"What good face? Should I give you a smile too?" Butcher blamed, "You don't know shit, your heart is badly injured and needs a new one, otherwise you'll have endless troubles, not much time left, you'll be kicking the bucket soon."
