Seeing the scenes before him, Hong Botao was stunned.
His already tense heartstrings suddenly became extremely tense!
He had encountered... the mysterious!
He clearly remembered that in reality, he was lying in the ICU, barely conscious, awake for only a short time each day.
His body was covered in surgical wounds, his life hanging on medications and nutrient solutions.
No one talked to him; the nurses hurried in and out.
His family only glanced at him through the glass window for a moment or two.
The situation was getting worse, his descendants had started fighting over the inheritance.
What despair!
And what loneliness!
Sometimes he thought that dying like this wouldn't be such a bad thing.
But, he was only 58 years old, in the prime of his life, still able to advance his career, still able to keep mistresses!
How could he be content dying so early?
