"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Mr. Meng leaned against the bed, coughing violently. Seeing this, Zheng Xilin quickly raised his hand to gently pat Mr. Meng's back, helping him to breathe easier.
Once the old gentleman stopped coughing, Zheng Xilin hurriedly picked up the hot tea placed on the table, carefully feeding Mr. Meng some tea.
Mr. Meng no longer had the strength to hold the tea cup. He lowered his head and slowly drank the hot tea. After drinking half a cup, he finally felt a bit more comfortable, and his chest felt less congested.
Zheng Xilin put down the tea cup and raised his hand again to help Mr. Meng breathe more comfortably.
