"That old witch really hid it well, actually managed to keep it from everyone. None of us knew she had a son, and she's been keeping him here for so many years. What's her son's name, and how's his health?"
"Wei Zhongchen." Mo Jun wrote down the name on paper, "I took a preliminary look at his condition, you could say it's... barely hanging on."
The term "barely hanging on" has a somewhat derogatory connotation, but really, there's no better way to describe Wei Zhongchen's situation.
His body is utterly wrecked. Mo Jun had never seen such poor health before, it's as if he could die at any moment.
If it weren't for the expensive medicines and the constant care of doctors, he would have been dead already.
In a word, Wei Zhongchen is like a crystal ball on the tip of a needle, a mere breeze would shatter it.
Yan Zhufei couldn't help but sneer, "Is this karma? The old witch didn't treat other people's children as human beings, and now her child has ended up like this."
