"... Father!"He Zhichu roared. His usually cold and clear voice was terrifyingly hoarse, like the sound of sandpaper scraping against a rough steel plate.
He jumped up, grabbed Lu Jin's hand and said, "Uncle Gu! Save My Father! Save My Father!"
Lu Jin quickly pushed him away and walked over to observe he chengjian's condition.
Five minutes later, he said regretfully, "Young Master He, it's not that I don't want to save your father, but your father has already passed away. No matter how powerful I am, I can't Save a dead person."
If I could, I would have saved Su Wen long ago..
Lu Jin thought regretfully, shook his head, and took a step back to make way for he chengjian's bed.
He Zhichu stood alone in front of he chengjian's bed. His lower lip trembled violently. He tried for a long time, but he could not speak a complete sentence.
