"Hua Zai! Doctor, come quick, take a look!" Mr. Gu called out anxiously.
"The patient can't take any more stress. If he doesn't wake up this time, there's nothing more I can do."
"Doctor Sun, I'm begging you, please save my eldest son! You're Divine Doctor Jiang's top disciple! If even you can't save him, then my son..."
Mr. Gu should have been a vigorous man in the prime of his life, but he had been worn down into a withered, old-looking man.
His sallow face was dominated by a pair of large eyes, which flickered with a dim, bluish light.
Seeing his son-in-law in such a state, Mr. Dong felt a suffocating pain in his chest. He shot a reproachful glance at Sheng Xinglian, as if to say, 'What an ungrateful wretch.'
"Well, well, now who's the real ungrateful wretch? You all call Jiaojiao an ungrateful wretch every day. Did you grow up drinking the wind?"
Mr. Dong's new wife gloated. Though she didn't like the Gu Family, she disliked her cousin, Mrs. Sheng, even more.
