Guo Ji abruptly looked over to see Su Lifan entering with Jiangli, Xia Xin, and others.
Guo Ji, who had been at a loss, suddenly seemed to come alive, his expression brightened instantly, and he choked out, "Abbot, you, you must take a look at my son, what's wrong with him? The doctors all said he won't make it, how could this happen?"
As Guo Ji spoke, he began to cry.
A grown man had completely lost his mind.
Jiangli glanced at him and walked to the bedside.
Guo Xuwen lay on the bed, unable to sleep due to the pain, and the more it hurt, the clearer his mind became.
Earlier, he had heard Su Lifan's voice.
Seeing Jiangli approach, a hint of awkwardness flashed through the remnants of his rationality.
But it was quickly washed away by the pain.
He gripped the bed sheet tightly, turned his body to the side, and with a wow, spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Son!"
Su Lifan saw this and ran over in horror, trying to hold Guo Xuwen.
