The next day.
Beijing First People's Hospital.
He Zongfu lay on the hospital bed with a pale face, just as Gu Bai had said: chugging down a 700ml bottle of vodka might be dangerous, but with timely stomach pumping, you can still be lively the next day.
However, He Zongfu was too deeply corroded by alcohol and indulgence, leaving him weak. The stomach pumping only made his already depleted body even more fragile; he wouldn't be able to get out of bed without staying put for a few days.
He Fangshan is over seventy now, and he had his precious son He Zongfu when he was forty, always spoiling him. Ten years ago, when He Zongfu was in his twenties, he got into a public brawl with a son of a Xiangjiang tycoon over a small-time celebrity. Both the Xiangjiang and domestic media were eager to report it.
