Lian Jiuhua rushed in, and when he saw a deathly pale Han Moze lying in Liu Rushuang's arms, he immediately cried. "Little brother, little brother! You mustn't die! If you die, my dad will definitely kill me!"
Liu Rushuang felt Han Moze's body get even more ice-cold; waves of coldness enveloped his entire body.
How could this be?
Han Moze, I often used to want to kill you!
But now... seeing that you were really going to die soon, my heart felt like it was struck by arrows. It hurt so much!
A doctor with a long white beard quickly rushed in. After he checked Han Moze's condition, his brows locked tightly.
"I'm afraid this gentleman has only a month left to live! The blood clot in his body is simply too severe on his heart, so he can't use his inner strength in the future. If he does, he'll definitely die without a doubt."
Standing in front of his bed, Liu Rushuang's face also turned pale.
