บท 298: Persimmons

When it was almost afternoon, the boy's father woke up.

The first thing he did was to look for his son. It was not convenient for him to speak, but he still grabbed the nurse and refused to let go, "Son, where is my son…" She didn't know if it was because he was sad or uncomfortable, but turbid tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes along the wrinkles.

Lei Chen brought the child over to see him.

The boy lay on his body and cried, gasping for breath.

Lei Chen really couldn't bear to see his child like this. He especially liked children. This child was only so old, but he had to suffer the grief that should not appear at his age.

He patted the child's back, turned around, and said to the man, "Your condition is very serious. You need to be hospitalized, and you also need a series of drugs and equipment. What do you think…"

Before he could finish, the man's expression became serious.