Instead, he looked toward the drunkard with his head bowed over his meal, "Is there really no way out?"
What he asked about was Elder Bai’s situation.
"What do you think?" the drunkard replied indifferently.
This question should be asked of the person by your side...
Bai Tang, along with Uncle Ming and several renowned doctors they had brought from the hospital, returned to the hotel. After examining Elder Bai, the doctors all shook their heads, indicating there was no hope.
The injuries were too severe, and the bodily functions were slowly shutting down. He had at most three hours to live; even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn’t turn back the tide.
Bai Tang had wanted to take him to the hospital, but after the examination, the doctors all said it was unnecessary.
Even if he were taken to the hospital, he couldn’t be saved, and given his current condition, it was best not to move him to avoid worsening the situation and hastening his death.
Besides, with his condition as terrible as it was, why bother enduring such agony.
Desperate, Bai Tang sat in the chair beside the bed, staring at Elder Bai’s body, which was slowly stiffening and turning the color of death. With his head in his hands, he was engulfed by helplessness, pain, and fear.
Uncle Ming stood by, filled with compassion.
The most painful thing was to watch helplessly as a loved one slowly died before your eyes.
Fifteen years ago, he watched his father die in front of him, his mother die for love, and now, fifteen years later, he was watching his grandfather die...
Uncle Ming truly feared for Bai Tang’s mental well-being.
"Don’t be afraid, Uncle Ming is here."
What were meant to be comforting words felt even more painful to Bai Tang.
Tears fell to the ground uncontrollably, and Bai Tang said nothing.
Uncle Ming stood quietly to the side, accompanying him in silence.
The drunkard took an acupuncture needle bag out of his medical box, along with a few medicine bottles, and was about to leave when Qing Yi returned through the door.
"Are you going out?" he asked.
The bar, always the bar...
"Could you... not go?"
His hands were already unable to hold the needles steadily, and if this continued, his condition would likely get even worse.
Although he didn’t rely on this to make a living, if he truly lost this medical skill, he would definitely be in agony.
Qing Yi really wanted to know what had happened to him, why he was destroying his own health and skills.
"I’ll be back soon," the drunkard said, and then he bypassed Qing Yi and walked out the door.
Qing Yi stood silently at the door, listening to his footsteps fade away, his expression growing gloomy.
The drunkard hurried to the hotel where Bai Tang was staying, but he didn’t go to find Bai Tang. Instead, he opened another room for himself and took out his cellphone.
He fumbled inefficiently with the device.
Soon, the screen displayed the scene in Bai Tang’s room.
Watching Bai Tang sitting by the bed in pain and helplessness on the screen, the drunkard’s already heavy heart grew heavier.
Two more hours, Wen Xiao’ai, don’t let me down.
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Wen Xiao’ai was biting on her baby bottle, hugging a pink and white doll while sitting on the bed, lost in thought.
Jun Moyan walked through the door and, seeing Wen Xiao’ai still downcast, felt his mood darken too.
He came to sit beside the bed, took out a small box, and handed it to her.
Looking at the small box in his hand, Wen Xiao’ai removed the bottle and asked, "What’s this?"
Wen Xiao’ai reached out to take it, opened it, and her eyes instantly brightened.
"It’s finally fixed," Wen Xiao’ai said happily as she picked up her little bell to examine it.