C75 You will Always be My Child

While I was dozing off, there was a knock on the door, and I jumped up to open it.

"Hello, young man. Is Huang Jitian here?" asked an old man in his late seventies, standing in the doorway of the ward. I could see that his hair was a little gray, but his face was healthy and ruddy, and his eyes were bright.

"Yes, Huang Jitian is here. You are?" I looked at him.

"I'm his father," he replied