"Grandpa, I don't blame you. Don't speak for now; I'll have Tianxing find a doctor for you. Rest well, you'll be alright."
Seeing Old Master Lu like this, Bai Zhiqing immediately became anxious, her voice trembling to the extreme, tears uncontrollably streaming from her eyes.
"I... I'm fine, Zhi... Zhiqing, I'm... I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm sorry to you."
Old Master Lu spoke intermittently, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Before he could finish his sentence, his body suddenly shuddered, his face turning extremely flush, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again, landing on the white quilt, resembling plum blossoms, glaringly vivid.
As the blood spurted out, the light in Old Master Lu's eyes quickly disappeared. His lips trembled as if wanting to say something, but ultimately nothing came out. He slowly closed his eyes, no longer drawing any breath.
"Grandpa."
"Dad!"
