"You said that you can't extend the old master's life in his room, so how come?" In the intensive care unit, Ye Zhen voiced his inner doubts.
Without answering, Ye Fan strode to the hospital bed and, as if lifting a little chicken, directly picked up Ye Yuanshan.
"You… what are you doing?"
Seeing this, Ye Zhen was startled, and Ye Yuanshan was also tense all over, looking at Ye Fan with a face full of bewilderment.
"We're going to the open space downstairs," Ye Fan said with a frown.
"Then why are you grabbing the old master? Put him down, I'll have the doctors carry him down!" Ye Zhen said displeasedly.
"Didn't you want to keep it a secret?"
As he spoke, Ye Fan ripped the sheet off the hospital bed and strode towards the window.
"You…"
At first, Ye Zhen was taken aback by these words, then he realized what Ye Fan was doing—it was intentional, a deliberate act to make Ye Yuanshan suffer.
However—
