"Then we must prepare for two possibilities," Old Ma said. He knew Silver Fox well. Silver Fox never acted without a plan. He always thought about the next step and the difficulties they might face. So Old Ma believed Silver Fox had a solid strategy.
Silver Fox thought for a moment, then said, "Send someone to the Capital Hospital immediately. Find out about Yan Xicheng’s condition. I need to know if his injuries are dangerous."
"Yes." Old Ma left without another word. He also took the subordinate who had been slapped with him.
Watching them leave, Silver Fox rubbed his temples in frustration. It was damn annoying. They seemed to be at a disadvantage now. If Yan Xicheng was in danger, all their efforts in the Capital over the years would be wasted. Their only hope was that Yan Xicheng was safe. As long as he was safe, they could still fight for their goals.
Yan Aohan entered the hospital room carrying the medicinal meal Zhu Yanyi had prepared. Grandpa Yan seemed to be arguing with Grandma Yan. Seeing Yan Aohan, Grandpa Yan pouted, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you wouldn't see me?"
"I didn't plan to see you. I came to see my mother. Why would I visit an old man like you who won't die?" Yan Aohan’s sharp tongue was always ready.
Grandpa Yan was speechless. Then he looked pitifully at his wife, "Wife, your son is bullying me."
"Don't drag me into your father-son matters," Grandma Yan said, taking no sides. Besides, Grandpa Yan’s current situation was his own fault, so she wouldn’t interfere.
Yan Aohan handed the medicinal meal to Grandma Yan. "This is a medicinal meal. I will bring it every day from now on."
Grandma Yan nodded. "It’s really troublesome for the little divine doctor. Have you thanked her?"
"Don't worry, I won’t fail in that regard." He sat down on the sofa nearby. "The people who attacked the old man wanted to lure the Big Boss out to see you, so they could assassinate him."
"Which bastard dared to use a gun on me? If he crosses my path, I’ll blow him away," Grandpa Yan’s fiery temper flared up. "Go tell the Big Boss not to come see me. I’m fine. I won’t die."
"Alright, I’ll call him later to tell him not to come. As for the people in the compound, I’ll have them notified not to go out, so they won’t be used as bait again," Yan Aohan said calmly. "Do you want to handle these people yourself, or should I clear them out for you?"
"Have you found their tracks?" Grandpa Yan asked curiously.
"It’s not hard to find their tracks," Yan Aohan said. He wasn’t boasting; he truly had the ability. It just depended on whether Grandpa Yan wanted him to act directly.
"Are these people hard to find?" Grandpa Yan asked casually.
"Not hard to find," Yan Aohan said slowly. "Of course, this is for me. I don’t know about others."
"Send the information to the Big Boss and let him handle it," Grandpa Yan said slowly. "This trouble was caused by the prestigious Yan family, not the Guardian Yan family. You shouldn’t interfere too much, or it will cause criticism."
"I told you years ago to just destroy the Yang and Zheng families. You insisted on protecting them. Now you’re putting a tight spell on yourself," Yan Aohan sneered at Grandpa Yan.