"Master Hou, are you saying that there's no hope for my daughter?"
Song Ling's eyes, already moist, could not hold back any longer as tears poured out like beads from a snapped string.
Not only her, but even Ye Rongzhong's gaze was also fixed on Hou Donggui.
Unlike Song Ling, Ye Rongzhong's tiger-like eyes seemed to contain a hint of murderous intent.
Perhaps, that murderous intent was not directed at Hou Donggui.
Nevertheless, his stare still brought an indescribable, immense pressure to Hou Donggui.
"President Ye, Mrs. Ye, your daughter's condition is not completely beyond hope!"
"As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it. The yin snake gu has already developed spiritual wisdom and can communicate with the person who administered it."
"If we can find that person, she could potentially prompt the yin snake gu to leave Miss Ye's body on its own."