The sound of a heart machine beeps as the faint smell of disinfectant lingers in the private hospital room. On the bed in the center of the room lay an elderly man with a nasal cannula to help deliver oxygen to his lungs.
Despite his unconscious state, one can feel the powerful aura around him.
A teenage boy was sitting at the side of the bed. His eyes brimmed with redness, but he did not care if the doctors or nurses saw him.
His attention was glued onto the elderly man with both hands clasped around the person's left hand.
Suddenly, the tightly shut eyes of the patient slowly open. He stares at the white ceiling before his eyes gradually move to his left.
"Jingxu…"
Ji Jingxu's red eyes tremble with thousands of emotions.
"Grandfather!"
He abruptly stood up from his seat without letting go of Grandfather Ji's hand. At the same time, he made sure not to cause any harm to the old man.
