[I shouldn't let Bo Lin take such a risk. I should leave him here and let me go.]

The head of the Purton family said indifferently, "Are you worried about Cui Chengming and his son? Don't worry, although my forces are all in Country F, I can still make Cui Chengming and his son suffer."

Hua Jian raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "You should take good care of yourself. Once you're through the critical period, do you want to go back to Country F or to Haicheng? Both are suitable for you to recuperate. Fortunately, the tumor is benign. If it was malignant, and you had been in this car accident, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to save your life, old man."

Purton curled his lips: "Want to drive me away?"

Hua Jian sneered: "I'm not a medical worker. The most I can do by your side is to say a few more words to you."

He paused and continued, "The doctor said you're old and shouldn't overwork yourself. You have more money than you can squander in several lifetimes, so why bother working yourself to death and worrying so much?"

When Hua Jian learned that the head of the Purton family had a small tumor in his body, she guessed that this was the reason why the head of the Purton family was anxious to find his own child.

The head of the Purton family said calmly, "It's really vulgar to only talk about money. I work so hard to expand the Purton family, not for money."

Hua Jian laughed: "Okay, okay, you are great and I am vulgar, okay?"

As the father and son were talking, Hua Jian's phone screen suddenly lit up.

He immediately turned his head to look over.

Bo Lin: [It's done. I'm fine. The four people who came here aren't from MB. You can sleep well. I'll take care of the rest. See you tomorrow. Love you.]

Hua Jian's heart, which had been hanging high in the air, slowly settled down.

With wet palms, he replied to Bo Lin's message.

Hua Jian: [I love you too, Bo Lin. When godfather is discharged from the hospital, invite grandpa to have dinner with you.]