"Sigh..."
「Huaxi Hospital, CT Waiting Room.」
Ni Guangli paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back, sighing as he went.
This sudden, unexpected diagnosis had left him feeling terrible.
After all, he was 67 this year. If the condition was serious, there was no telling what might happen.
On his 18th sigh, seeing the increasingly impatient looks from the people around them, Sang Yuan finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Why don't you sit down and rest a bit? This hospital is so crowded. When you get older, your bones are more brittle. It wouldn't be good if you bumped into something and fell."
He was genuinely concerned for his father-in-law's health, which was why he suggested he sit down. But when Ni Guangli heard this, he felt it was dripping with sarcasm.
'Showing off that you're healthy, that they didn't find anything wrong with you, is that it?'
