Old Mr. Luo hesitantly looked at Gu Qiaoqiao.
Gu Qiaoqiao nodded at him. At this moment, Old Mr. Luo seemed to have taken a calming pill, his heart filled with joy, and then he relayed Gu Qiaoqiao's words verbatim to Thomas. After all, they were in a hospital, at the door of a ward, making Old Mr. Luo the most suitable person to do this.
Soon, Thomas showed a look of astonishment, staring incredulously at Gu Qiaoqiao, then at Old Mr. Luo, with rage erupting in his eyes. He felt that Old Mr. Luo was insulting him, and even if Luo Ye couldn't wake up today, he had been humiliated.
Gritting his teeth, "Are you joking? Unfortunately, this joke is not funny at all."
Gu Qiaoqiao smiled slightly, "Grandpa Luo, tell him that he doesn't even have a 1% chance, but I can guarantee 100%, let him move away from the door, we need to go in."
