"Your job now is to wake him up, then teach him a lesson,"
Meng Changsheng turned and said.
"He can't be woken up. He has suffered too many fatal injuries this time, his internal energy channels are a mess, and outside interference will only put him in more danger,"
Feng Chen said indifferently, "He can only rely on himself to recover. If he doesn't wake up within a day, we'll be in trouble."
Meng Changsheng punched his own wheelchair and fell silent.
After Feng Chen left, he gently closed the door behind him.
Shengongsi Qiu Hui, who was waiting outside, saw Feng Chen come out and quickly grabbed his arm, "Dad, how is the big brother doing?"
"Don't worry, the kid has a strong life,"
Feng Chen smiled faintly and left the place.
Once outside the villa, Feng Chen took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the voice of an old man came from the other end.
"Hehe, Feng Chen, what do you need from me?"