Song Qingyun and his wife, Qiao Hui, were in the hospital room.
As the eldest son and daughter-in-law, it's only natural for them to personally take care of the Old Sir.
Over the years, the couple has gotten used to the Old Sir's temperament. They understand him well. Despite his tough exterior and seemingly strict demands, he genuinely protects them.
Anyone who dares to bully the Song family will be dealt with by the Old Sir.
"Old Song, didn't I hear that you, this old rascal, had a stroke? With a crooked mouth and eyes. But when I come here to see you, you're perfectly fine. Are you pulling another empty fort strategy? What are you up to, making us old buddies rush to the hospital? Do you think the smell in this hospital room is good? I can't stand the smell of disinfectant."
Old Kang cheerfully accepted the tea passed by Song Qingyun.
"Uncle Kang, my dad actually did have a stroke a few days ago, and just as you said, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted."
