"Mr.... Yan, you're here! Please, come in, come in..."
Mrs. Yu quickly stopped Yan Sea from changing his shoes and ushered him to the sofa.
Yu Zhiguo scrambled out of bed. Without bothering to change, he ran out wearing only a tank top.
"Mr. Yan... you... How is Feifei now?"
The old couple looked at him with anticipation.
Yan Sea felt a pang of shame and took out the injury diagnosis report.
Mrs. Yu quickly took it.
"Twelve fractured ribs... damage to his heart and lungs... *sob*..."
Before she could finish, Mrs. Yu was already choking on sobs, unable to read anymore. Yu Zhiguo took the report from her and carefully read it, word by word.
Yan Sea chose his words carefully, offering comfort. "Please, don't worry. While these injuries would be severe for an ordinary person, Yu Fei is a Martial Artist. I've also arranged for treatment at a highly specialized hospital. I promise you both, in about two months, I will bring a perfectly healthy Yu Fei back to you."
