Inside the ward of the oncology wing at the hospital.
Beep—Beep—Beep
The machines were operating coldly and mechanically.
However, Mo Bin was longer the Mo Bin Ji Weixi remembered.
The man lying on his sickbed was bony, his eyes sunken and was essentially skin over skeleton. He had lost so much weight that his appearance had changed dramatically.
Mo Nanfeng entered, and softly said, "Dad, look who's here!"
Mo Bin opened his eyes with much difficulty, but his gaze twinkled when he found Ji Weixi, and he quickly struggled to get up.
Ji Weixi promptly stepped up and held him back. "Please, don't move."
Even so, Mo Bin was emotional and his tears were flowing freely. "Weixi, it really is you!"
"Yes, it's me," Ji Weixi held his skinny hand, swallowing.
"Ah." Mo Bin sighed as he watched her. "Four years, four years! Why did you go missing, child? Don't you know that I'm worried?"
