The next two days.
Chen Ye painstakingly took care of Zhiwei.
To ensure his eldest disciple's health was impeccable, Chen Ye visited eight times a day without fail to personally check Zhiwei's pulse.
Making a little girl jealous:
"Master——you weren't this concerned when Qing Jun evolved!"
Jin'er pouted:
"I remember clearly, at that time, Senior Sister was sleeping so soundly that she seemed not to need Master's attention."
"Darn! Qing Jun needs Master's care every day!"
In any case.
With Jin'er saying this, the little girl couldn't argue with Master anymore and instead looked at him all day with eyes filled with resentment.
Even the Master,
felt uneasy under the gaze of this little dragon cub and had to offer plenty of delicious treats to barely appease the little girl.
After dealing with the clingy Qing Jun, Chen Ye sat by Zhiwei's bedside with a serious demeanor.
"Zhiwei, stretch out your hand. Let me take another look at your current condition."
