Wen Haowen was extremely shocked.
For a while his mind was in a mess, thinking of Mo Yunyao, thinking of Ning Shuqian, and thinking of the old man, and he was a little cyanotic. This was the second time he had stimulated the old man to be like this.
"Medicine…" Old Mr. Wen murmured constantly. He was more or less hopeful that Wen Haowen would not be so ruthless to let him die.
"Medicine… where is the medicine?" Wen Haowen awakened and asked in a panic.
Wen Haowen's head was quivering and he could not bear to think too much, so he asked instinctively.
"There… the…" Old Mr. Wen shook his finger at the coffee table.
Wen Haowen rushed forward crawling, messily rummaging, and soon found a bottle of medicine in the box under the glass coffee table, which should be the medicine that Old Mr. Wen asked for.
He was going to rush over and give the medicine to Old Mr. Wen.
