When the old man heard this, he was suddenly so shocked that half of his body was propped up. Then, he fell heavily onto the bed, leaving only a pair of indignant eyes that glared at the ceiling.
"I was wrong. Xiaoran, I was wrong. Forgive me." His shrill cry was mixed with a sleepy apology.
Li Zecheng said, "Grandpa, don't expect Huo Xiaoran to help you reduce the pain. Go to the hospital."
"No, Xiaoran is the best doctor. He can definitely save me. I know my body. I'm not terminally ill. The doctors can't save me because they're not skilled. They told me to wait for death. I don't want to. Go and call Xiaoran over. It won't hurt so much if he comes."
Li Zecheng felt helpless as he listened to the old man's nonsense. He did not know how to help his grandfather resolve his inner demons.
