C180 The Old Man Who Makes Words Not

In the hospital ward, the old man was lying on a snow-white bed with a IV drip on his left hand. Transparent liquid flowed through the plastic tube and into the old man's body, drop by drop.

He heard the sound of footsteps in the room and slowly opened his eyes. He looked towards the approaching person and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Little girl, you're here