C51 How Can We be Okay

In the ward, Old Xia was still lying quietly, his face pale and without a trace of blood.

For so long, he had always been like this. If it wasn't for the machine's heart rate jumping, I would probably suspect that he was still alive.

I closed my eyes and endured the pain in my heart. I went to the bathroom to get a basin of books as usual, soaked the towel, and helped him wipe his face