"Mr. Lu Chuan, are you alright?"
"Not dead for now. Here, take this elixir pill and feed it to your grandfather. Once the old master wakes up, let me know. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with him."
"Understood, Mr. Lu Chuan. Thank you again for your help. Jiaxin promises the Ye Family will repay you generously in the future."
Lu Chuan waved his hand dismissively and said, "Let's talk about repayment later. Focus on handling your current troubles first. Whether the Ye Family can survive this crisis is entirely up to you."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiaxin didn't waste another word, took the elixir pill, and left Lu Chuan's room.
Once Ye Jiaxin's presence faded into the distance, Lu Chuan finally exhaled a long sigh and collapsed onto the bed, groaning in pain.
"Damn it… this hurts like hell! That woman really didn't hold back—cut half my neck open. If I hadn't used Mysterious Fire to repair my wounds, I'd be headless by now."
