Chapter 1506 Life or Death? Not My Problem

• Yang Bochuan lay unconscious on the hospital bed. His hair was gray, his face lined and tired. One look at his pallor and you knew his health was shot.
• His cheeks and lips were chalk-white, drained of color. The hollowed eye sockets made him look even more withered and gaunt—like he’d been sick forever.
• Still, his breathing, though faint, was steady. That meant his life wasn’t in danger for now.