As soon as the elevator door opened, the mocking voice of Diwu Zexuan came from ahead.

Dan Hanjie lifted his head and looked at the man leaning against the wall, his gaze deepening.

"Where is he?"

"There, the old ward you’ve been to. Ye Zhanxing’s recovery is quite good, and his strong will to live is causing a reduction in the cancer cells. With my medicine, he’s alert for longer periods now and can speak with you for a while."

Diwu Zexuan stood upright from the wall and raised an eyebrow, "It was his own request to see you."

Diwu Zexuan thought Ye Zhanxing would want to see his grandson upon regaining consciousness. Unexpectedly, he wanted to see Dan Hanjie alone, which piqued Diwu Zexuan’s curiosity about what Ye Zhanxing wanted to say.

"..."

Dan Hanjie’s eyes flickered briefly, but he said nothing and walked straight toward the ward.

It was the same room as before, but the layout had changed significantly.

Most of the monitoring instruments were removed and replaced with rehabilitation equipment.

Ye Zhanxing still had to lie down, but he no longer needed a respirator.

Upon hearing footsteps, Ye Zhanxing quickly opened his eyes.

They locked eyes, but neither spoke.

After a long silence, Ye Zhanxing lifted his hand, gesturing for Dan Hanjie to help him up.

"No need, just say what you want while lying down. I’m listening," Dan Hanjie’s tall frame stood unmoving, calmly watching Ye Zhanxing.

Even if he chose to let go, it didn’t mean he could serve Ye Zhanxing like a son-in-law.

"You still hate me..." Ye Zhanxing’s lips were pale, and speaking caused them to seem like they might crack.

It was very strenuous.

His body was still very frail.

Dan Hanjie’s eyes flickered, and Qin Youxuan’s petite figure flashed before him, his hands tightening slightly.

The next moment, he stepped forward, picked up a glass of water, and moved closer to Ye Zhanxing, wetting a cotton swab to moisten his lips.

"Since I’m here, I won’t be rushing off. You can take your time to say what you want, but there’s no need to ask meaningless questions."

He had said before, that bullet, Ye Zhanxing had already repaid.

With the debt settled, there was no question of hate.

"Thank you." Ye Zhanxing struggled to squeeze out the two words, his gaze towards Dan Hanjie moistened.

His arm was thin as a skeleton, but he firmly gripped Dan Hanjie, looking resolutely at him.

"The matters of the Dan Family... I heard about it..."

"Let Youxuan help you find... find... Mo Feng!"

It was difficult for him to get those words out, stuttering several times before completing the sentence.

He had been in a coma for so long; to restore the full function of his bodily organs, long-term rehabilitation was essential, along with the determination to fight cancer...

Even when conscious, Ye Zhanxing was still a man with one foot in the grave.

"Your shadow assistant?" Dan Hanjie’s eyes flickered as he looked steadily at Ye Zhanxing.

Though no significant change appeared on his enchanting face, the coldness around him silently dissipated.

He had not expected that Ye Zhanxing wanted to see him to offer help.

"Mo Feng has always been... with me... he knows about the Ye Family’s..."

"You mean to say that Mo Feng knows where the Ye Family’s secret assets are and how to activate them. You want me to find him and use the Ye Family’s hidden assets to compete with Yu Xiuzhun for the auctioned shares."

Dan Hanjie interrupted Ye Zhanxing, finishing his thoughts in one breath.

He paused for less than a second, noticing the calmness returning to Ye Zhanxing’s face. He dropped his gaze and softly parted his lips.

"That won’t be necessary. I never planned to compete with Yu Xiuzhun."