He heard that last sentence; she wasn't looking for Gu Yan because of him!
...
When Third Young Master Jun awoke from his coma, it was already noon the next day.
The bullet in his arm had been surgically removed, but he was still weak and running a fever, both from the gunshot wound and from an illness that had been lurking within him for some time.
Despite feeling exhausted and in pain all over his body, he forcefully propped himself up from the hospital bed and resolutely sat up.
As he moved, his handsome face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, and as he leaned against the pillow, he gasped for breath. The pain in his shoulder made him involuntarily furrow his brows.
"Third Young Master, you shouldn't be getting up right now; the doctor said you must rest well,"
Lie Feng's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and Fang Yi, who was usually silent and expressionless, showed a hint of concern.
