Qin Zhonghui frowned. "Dad, we don't want you to be sick either, but that's what the hospital diagnosed. Besides, even if we sell all these houses, it might not be enough. When Ji Qun gets out, he'll be an able-bodied man. Wouldn't it be better for him to work and support himself?"
A nearby uncle from the main branch of the Qin family couldn't watch any longer. He was a little younger than Mr. Qin. He said, "Brother, look at your two sons. They're trying to be filial, and there's nothing wrong with what they're saying. Nothing is more important than your health. Once you recover, you can always earn more money, can't you?"
Mr. Qin sneered, "In that case, I won't get treated! Just let me die from this illness. It's clear my sons are unfilial!"
He snapped his head up and glared at Qin Zhonghui. "Your family is obviously so wealthy! Didn't your daughter marry a rich man? Why are you just going to stand by and watch your old man die instead of taking out the money?"
