Now, he bore no resemblance to the domineering king of the gambling arena, who feared neither heaven nor earth, disregarded others, and instilled fear in everyone.
"Atang, have you eaten?" Old Bai spoke with some difficulty, each word seeming to exhaust all his strength, every sentence extremely hard to utter.
"I’ve eaten, I’ve eaten, Grandpa, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I’ll have someone make it for you," Bai Tang said, choking up.
"Grandpa isn’t hungry, Atang, have you been naughty and playful again, intentionally smashing the lamp in the room?"
This sentence almost caused Bai Tang to lose control of his tears.
As a child, he would break a lamp every so often, and Grandpa would often chase him with a willow twig, but he knew Grandpa was only pretending to chase him for fun, never truly wanting to hit him.
Since his parents had died, his Grandpa had started to diminish the family’s power, forcing him into business studies for his future’s sake.
He was reluctant to learn. Over the years, the two of them often quarreled about this, sometimes not seeing each other for days on end.
The pas two years had also been strained due to his marriage issues.
Thinking of his petulance over the years and his neglect of Grandpa, Bai Tang felt unbearable self-reproach, almost wanting to slap himself. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel·fire·net
"Don’t be so naughty next time, cough, cough... It’s too dark, Grandpa can’t see you anymore."
Old Bai’s last words stunned Bai Tang.
Bai Tang looked up with tear-filled eyes at Old Bai, who had no strength to open his eyes and was looking upward, momentarily unable to grasp what he had said.
Realizing something was wrong, Bai Tang waved his hand over his eyes.
However, the situation was as bad as he had feared.
How could it be, how could he not see anymore.
Seeing Old Bai’s condition worsening, everyone present felt their hearts sink to the bottom of the ocean.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, I won’t be naughty anymore, I won’t break the lamps ever again."
Bai Tang gripped his hand tighter, the whole person trembling with fear, engulfed by dread.
"It’s okay, make noise if you like, Grandpa doesn’t have the strength to chase after you anymore, cough, cough, cough..." Old Bai on the bed suddenly started coughing violently.
"Grandpa, Grandpa." Bai Tang gripped his hand tightly, completely at a loss, with no idea what to do.
"Old Bai." Everyone in the room started to worry as well.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Old Bai’s coughing worsened, feeling as though his internal organs were about to be coughed out.
"Cough, cough... puh..."
Old Bai suddenly sat up, leaned over the edge of the bed, and a thick black blood spurted from his mouth. His vision darkened, and he fell back onto the bed, completely unconscious.
No matter how Bai Tang called, there was no response.
Bai Tang panicked, his mind in disarray.
He jerked up from the chair but due to overwhelming fear and nervousness, coupled with several days without rest, he nearly fell.
Ming Uncle, quick to respond, caught him: "Atang."
Bai Tang immediately reached out to pull Old Bai, who had fallen into a coma, into his arms and then carried him on his back.
"Ming Uncle, we must go to the Capital City immediately, Grandpa can’t wait any longer," he said.
Today it’s the eyes that are blind, tomorrow the ears might be deaf, after that...
Bai Tang dared not think further.
"Okay," said Ming Uncle, knowing they could wait no longer.
"Ming Uncle, Jun Moyan doesn’t talk much, can’t really ask for help, and even if he did, the drunkards might not listen to him, but he has someone called Qing Yi by his side who is on good terms with the drunkards, you can look for him for help," Shangguan Yu said.