「Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.」
Lin Daan's body visibly withered at a rapid pace. In the end, he was nothing but skin and bones, requiring daily visits from a nurse to administer nutritional infusions.
Zhou Cuilan sighed. "The doctor said your Second Uncle has half a year left to live, but now it's uncertain if he can even make it that long."
Lin Dashan's expression was grim. "I'm afraid he won't make it. When I saw him today, he was as white as a sheet and couldn't even sit up."
Many elderly people say that getting old is a pitiful thing. Besides the burden of illness, one also faces disdain if their family is unkind.
"Fortunately, Second Uncle hasn't suffered much from his illness," Lin Feng said. This was a great blessing compared to Lin Dahu's situation. Recalling the time of Lin Dahu's death, his body had been tormented by various complications that caused him immense suffering.
「Another week passed.」
