The old man could faintly hear his daughter's voice. His facial muscles twitched with much effort as he opened and closed his mouth, attempting to speak. Alas, he could only manage to produce some unintelligible sound with the air gushing through his windpipe. Even then, this action had caused tremendous pain to his throat, which seemed to burn with smoke.
His forehead creased as he tried to lift his hand. Unfortunately, the peripheral nerves were thoroughly burned, and he could no longer feel or move his limbs.
The old man's heart was in deep pain!
Do I have to endure such pain for the rest of my life?!
Earlier, even, he was jolted into consciousness by the excruciating pain.
Gong Jie called for the doctor, who quickly came over to give the old man an analgesic shot. The injection, though, hardly made a difference to the magnitude of pain that he could hardly endure.
