"Mr. Wu... did his best."
Dr. Wu shook his head helplessly, sighed, and spoke in a muffled voice.
"What?"
Xuanyuan Zhentian's spirit trembled violently, his expression very stiff, his face ghostly pale, filled with panic as he stared at Dr. Wu and questioned, "Dr. Wu, what do you mean by that?"
"Old Family Head, the Xuanyuan Family Head doesn't have much time left. I, Wu, am truly powerless to reverse the situation."
Dr. Wu shook his head again, then walked over to Xuanyuan Yusheng and softly said, "Young Family Master, the Xuanyuan Family Head wishes to see you."
"Father..."
Xuanyuan Yusheng burst into tears and hurriedly rushed from the hall into the room.
In the room.
Xuanyuan Hengyi lay on the sickbed, his expression serene, but his face was as pale as snow, devoid of any color, clearly severely ill, with even his breathing becoming heavy.
"Father!"
Xuanyuan Yusheng rushed into the room, knelt directly beside the sickbed, and began to cry.
