Huo Sining had no idea about the situation outside. After changing into sterile clothing and entering the ward, she saw the sleeping Master Qin on the hospital bed. In just a few short months, Master Qin had greatly changed. His already white hair had turned entirely silver, his body had become emaciated and gaunt, his complexion was gray and haggard, and his lips were completely devoid of color. The entire person had been tormented by the illness to the point of losing all vigor and spirit.
Huo Sining thought back to when she first met the old man in Diecuiyuan. At that time, Master Qin was dressed in Tang attire, his eyes were lively and spirited. Even though he was elderly, his posture was still straight, clearly an optimistic and active old comrade.
Comparing now to the bedridden, dying old man, Huo Sining couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
