"Have Mason watch over him and administer a cardiac stimulant if necessary to prevent shock!" After Su Feiman finished speaking, he left.

Lie Feng dared not witness the hellish scene that was to follow and followed Su Feiman out.

As they walked down the corridor in the night, he couldn’t help but speak up.

"Godfather, doing this might kill Third Young Master."

There was not a shred of sympathy in Su Feiman.

"Then let him die. Tempered to form steel, I, Su Feiman, am seeking one in a million. If he dies, he is not the masterpiece I want. Lie Feng, only the most brutal and bloody hardships can craft the perfect masterpiece! Whether it becomes a defective piece or a classic work depends on how strong he is!"

Su Feiman’s eyes have never tolerated the weak.

"Godfather, Ivan and his daughter have left for North America," a subordinate reported.

"Hmm?" Su Feiman looked thoughtful.

"Also, this..." The subordinate handed him an item, and Su Feiman frowned, showing a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Okay, I got it, reply back, I will attend!"

Lie Feng’s peripheral vision caught only a glimpse of a beautifully elegant invitation, yet he was unaware of what it was, such that it could actually move the Godfather!

...

"Ah..." Ye Lu screamed as she awoke, her body drenched in cold sweat.

Her voice immediately summoned the night-shift doctor and nurse.

"Sister Ye, what happened?" Qingchi rushed in and helped her up.

Ye Lu wiped the sweat from her forehead, her gaze still wandering, breathing rapidly. It took her a while to calm down.

"I dreamt... he was in so much pain, I have never seen him in such agony."

Ye Lu remembered the scene in her dream; her heart trembled incessantly, overwhelmed with heartache to the extreme.

Knowing him for so long, she knew his personality too well—he was a tough guy who could endure a lot, never easily showing his pain.

Even if he was shot and dying of pain, he wouldn’t let out a whimper, a man of immense strength.

Yet, in her dream, she saw him struggle in such agony, as if he was being burned in the hellfire, his suffering penetrating deep into his bones, making him, a man who can endure so much, suffer unbearably, losing his sanity.

She thought about that dream scenario, and felt like rushing over to rescue him desperately.

But in the dream, she was immobile, only able to watch him in such pain, her heart so anxious that it was breaking, her heart aching madly.

"Sister Ye, don’t be sad, it’s only a dream, it’s not real," Qingchi softly comforted her.

Ye Lu’s eyes were tumultuous, she forced a bitter smile: "But the dream felt so real, how could I feel that his every pain was also mine?"

That heartache was too intense, that impact too real, making her wonder, was it really just a dream?

In this world, is there such a thing as clairvoyance, allowing her at that moment, her soul truly beside him, witnessing it all.

"If this is real, then at least it proves that he is still alive, you should feel comforted," Qingchi smiled slightly.

Ye Lu felt disheartened, yes, even if he is in pain, at least he is alive.

Recently, Feiyu had nearly turned the entire primeval forest upside down, and they hadn’t found Third Young Master Jun, and he hadn’t contacted them either.

Where had he gone?

"Sister Ye, take some medicine, and try to sleep a bit more," Qingchi brought out some medicine, urging her to sleep.

But Ye Lu couldn’t sleep, she stared out the window until dawn.

When the day broke, she got up, then made a call to have Ye Yuan and Ye Yi picked up.