But even if they were to burn to death in the next second, the person inside still wouldn’t open the door.
With no other choice, Uncle Tao had to plead with An Ruo, "Miss An, right now the young master will only listen to you. Could you please persuade him to cooperate with the doctor’s treatment?"
"Uncle Tao, he’s not a three-year-old child. Does he need to be coddled to take his medicine or get an injection? Just leave him alone. If he needs to see a doctor, he’ll bring it up himself."
"But the doctor says his condition is very serious; it can’t be delayed any longer. Miss An, I’m begging you, please go and convince the young master."
An Ruo really didn’t want to go, but Uncle Tao had always been good to her. He was an elderly man, still pleading with her, and she couldn’t just ignore him.
Standing up, she walked upstairs and knocked on the door of the room. The person inside asked impatiently, "What is it?"
Without answering, she continued knocking. Tang Yuchen got angry, "Speak up, what is it exactly?"
"I just want to ask you a question," An Ruo responded indifferently.
Hearing her voice, the door was immediately opened. The man appeared at the doorway, shirtless, his face abnormally flushed due to his fever.
"What do you want to ask?" he asked her, his gaze deep.
"If you were to die or become an imbecile, I could leave then, couldn’t I?"
Tang Yuchen’s head was full of black lines. Was she cursing him to death from his fever or to become a fool?
"In your dreams!" He gritted his teeth and yelled down to Uncle Tao, "Where’s the doctor? Call the doctor up here for me."
An Ruo glanced at him indifferently, turned around and walked back to her bedroom, no longer bothering with him.
Hearing his shout, Uncle Tao joyfully led the doctor upstairs to treat him.
Actually, he had been eavesdropping from downstairs and heard their entire conversation. The Young Lady had power over him; a single sentence from her was all it took to make the young master obediently seek treatment.
On the outskirts of J City, the heavy prison gates slowly opened, and a man dressed in casual short-sleeve shirt and long pants stepped out.
He squinted as he surveyed the vast, free world outside, his deep and sharp eyes sparkling with excitement.
Finally, he was out after an entire decade, once again obtaining his freedom.
The man couldn’t help but stretch his arms towards the sky, taking a deep breath of the air of freedom.
His tall and sturdy body stretched out. After being trapped for ten years, he was once again a perilous beast brimming with strength.
The Prison Director following him out gave him a serious piece of advice, telling him to be a good man on the outside and to stay out of trouble.
Turning his head, he gave the Director a toothy smile, his strong palm patting the Director’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, I won’t be coming back here again."
This place, he swore he wouldn’t visit a second time.
After a few words, the Prison Director retreated and closed the iron gate behind him.
At that moment, a black Mercedes drove up and stopped in front of the man.
A man dressed in a black suit got out and, seeing him, bent down in a very respectful manner, "Young Master, congratulations on regaining your freedom."
The man smiled at him, his tone carrying a hint of warmth, "Ah Biao, I’ve been resurrected."
Ah Biao looked up excitedly at him, his eyes full of thrilled emotion.
"Let’s go. I need to change out of these old rags. And then, you owe me a few drinks."
"Yes." Ah Biao hurriedly opened the car door for him, inviting him to get inside.
As soon as Tang Yuchen had finished a meeting, he received a call from Liang Xiao. There was a seriousness in Liang Xiao’s voice as he spoke: