Qi Yuquan opened his eyes at five in the morning. The moment he took in a deep breath, he was in so much pain that he hissed.
"Damn it." Qi Yuquan had not cursed for three or four years. This was especially true after his seventieth birthday. He listened to the Fengshui master's advice and stopped arguing and debating with other people. He also stopped getting angry at other people. He believed that his attitude toward life could affect his health, and he aimed to live until he was eighty-eight.
However, he was really in a lot of pain, and it felt horrible to be in the ICU.
"Young Peng." Qi Yuquan's lips trembled a few times.
"Dad." Qi Liangpeng charged into the ward from the small living room outside.