Luo Yuanming and his wife didn't know how to respond and could only look to Chen Xuan, hoping he wouldn't get angry and leave again.
They didn't want to indirectly become ungrateful people.
The old Patriarch Luo was also unsure of what to decide. Just now, Chen Xuan had bluntly pointed out his illness, leaving him uneasy. Especially at his age, he was most afraid of getting sick.
Once you're truly ill, it's often a terminal illness, and death isn't far off.
"Mr. Chen, I wonder what your thoughts are?" The old Patriarch Luo looked at Chen Xuan with a hesitant expression.
"I have no objections." Chen Xuan replied indifferently, with an unconcerned attitude.
Luo Yuanliang sneered, "You can keep pretending to be deep. Let's see how long you can keep it up."
He took out his phone to call someone, "Immediately find Divine Doctor Song and bring him here to examine my father's health."
