Before.
Shuizhu Chou couldn't withdraw because he was too greedy.
This time he decided to learn from his mistakes and stop while he was ahead.
"Son, I... don't feel well..."
At that moment.
In the bedroom, an elderly man pushed himself out in a wheelchair.
His hair was grizzled, his complexion pale, without a trace of blood.
His brow was always furrowed.
As if...
He had been tormented by illness continuously.
"Didn't the doctor prescribe medication? Can't you just take more of it?"
Qin Xueyi was full of impatience.
Unable to succeed in withdrawing, his mood had not been good.
Now...
He directly vented his frustration on the elderly man.
But after venting.
He immediately realized his mistake, sighed.
Walked to the elderly man's side.
Said softly, "Forget it, take more of this medication, it's for pain relief, then go to sleep after taking them."
The elderly man had only him as a son.
