If you don't look at the tubes inserted all over the old man's body, just observe his facial expression.
Baiyu would only think the other was basking in the sun peacefully.
Their gazes crossed.
Ola, the president of the Veterans Mutual Aid Association, smiled, his beard twitching as his facial muscles stretched:
"Have you come?
You look much more handsome than in the photo.
When you were little, I even held you once."
Baiyu walked to the bedside: "Greetings, President."
"No need to be formal. I was a close friend of your parents, seeing you reminds me of them.
The Bai Henshui couple, such a pity."
Ola shook his head, a regretful expression on his face.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life." Baiyu also shook his head: "President, your injuries shouldn't be too serious, right?"
Ola said:
"No major issues for now, just inhaled some toxic gas in the Spirit Realm, plus being ambushed by alien races... that's why I'm in this sorry state.
