"The granddaughter of the Gao family is not bad, if you like her, then go after her with effort. If you can't catch up, it's due to your own lack of ability. If you succeed, then treat her well, otherwise, I will not recognize you as my grandson," He Xuebing's voice carried an unprecedented weakness.
Yu Zhen moved her lips, wanting to retort, but at this moment, she dared not.
At the entrance of the hospital, they met Yu Shijie and Yang Xuehua. Everyone was somewhat silent, and after greeting each other, nothing much was said.
They were all of the same generation, and with He Xuebing in poor health, they all felt somewhat sad, even wondering when it might be their turn.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws that no one can resist. Everyone will have this day, but naturally, they hoped it would come later rather than sooner.
Upon reaching He Xuebing's ward, there were already quite a few people there.
