From the looks of it, he might die tomorrow, or he might not die next year.
"No matter what, use the best medicine. If you have any requests, just tell me," Murong Mian said.
"Alright, don't worry."
Murong Mian did not care if Murong Zhihong was Dead or Alive, but for the time being, he was better off alive than dead.
He wasn't familiar with it yet. Once Murong Zhihong died, the whole Murong family would be in chaos, and it would be difficult for him to control it.
……
As she walked out of the hospital building, Murong Mian saw Madam Murong sitting on a bench under a sycamore tree, smoking.
She held a thin cigarette between her fingers and looked lonely. The black clothes she was wearing made her look even more depressed.
She was no longer young. Even though she still had the beauty of her younger days, she was already very old.
At this moment, she was like a half-yellow leaf hanging on a tree. After a few days, she would still fall from the tree.
