When Qin Wentian heard this, he was speechless. He thought to himself: You're already so old, and you still care about saving face with your own grandson?
He thought this in his heart but didn't dare say it out loud. He just followed Qin Langya out the door, starting to make preparations.
Meanwhile, at Qingshan City First People's Hospital, in the intensive care unit.
Qin Hao was covered with numerous tubes, connected to various advanced medical instruments that constantly monitored his vital signs.
At the bedside, a doctor in his fifties, whose temples were already speckled with silver hair, carefully observed Qin Hao's condition, then sighed softly and quietly walked out.
Outside the door were Lin Yuhan, Zhao Mengke, and Gu Qinyue. Along with them were Fang Zhenwu and God of Thieves, anxiously waiting outside. Upon seeing the doctor come out, they immediately swarmed around, bombarding him with questions.
"How is he? Has he woken up?"
