The next morning, Daemon drove to the hospital. When he entered the ward, Emma and her parents were having their breakfast.
“You came. Did you have your breakfast? There’s still some porridge if you want,” Emma told Daemon while pointing at a bowl of porridge.
“Thanks! How’s Uncle feeling right now?” Daemon asked about Emma’s father who was still lying on the bed.
“Haha! I am feeling extremely good. You must be Daemon. I heard from my wife that you were the one who saved me. I didn’t expect you to possess such formidable skills since you are so young! I am really thankful!” Henry put down the bowl of porridge and spoke in a tone full of gratitude.
Though he was unconscious while in shock, he had an idea of what happened during the treatment. His injury at that point of time was very da
